Chapter 3
April 10, 2024 at 7:38 AM
The girl on the bus
A girl of 8 years old rides a bus, cars around her, and it seems to her that her whole life is ahead of her, she goes to a gray and dreary school. Outside the window, the rain is pouring down, and the girl sits, looks at the women and men with sad faces and wonders: why are they all so sad? The girl takes the candy in her mouth and smiles, her heart becomes sweet.
A 13-year-old girl on the same bus goes on a date with a boy she’s fallen in love with. On the street sunny summer, the girl looks at the people around, still immersed in sadness, can not understand why everyone is like this. When she arrives, she sees him, the girl takes a lollipop in her mouth and rejoices in the usual sweet food.
A 23-year-old girl is sitting on a bus crying, abandoned by a boy who never loved her and pretended to love her, and she looks out the window, and there is a dark, impenetrable night. And she rides alone on the bus angry at the whole world, and, opening wine with bitter chocolate, begins to eat, not understanding the sadness of the passengers who rode with her for five minutes.
The girl is 34. She is already married, riding on the bus with her child, he is 5 years old. He looks out the window, and everything is interesting to him. She sits and looks out of the same window, sees the spring and opens the juice to the child, and she takes a lollipop from the throat. And begins to understand the sadness of the people sitting around them. And the saddest thing is that soon it will be the same. Pushing her thoughts away, she continues to stare out the window.
The girl is 40. She’s driving with her daughter sitting by the window, who’s almost seven. She answers questions, looks and thinks about herself at her age. And she keeps looking into the eyes of the passengers and asking herself why she can’t understand why people are so sad. She takes a piece of candy in her mouth and it melts in her mouth.
The girl is 60. She rides alone on a bus on a winter evening, surrounded by people who look like her, and she understands why they are so sad. The girl understands everything: this is from the lost dreams and desires, from the need for unnecessary things that we work on all our lives. And, living our last days in vain, we regret everything on the bus. The girl gets off at her last stop and takes the chocolate candy in her mouth again.