Virtual Explorers: Russian Nonfiction Writing Program Student Anthology - Class of Fall 2020

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Fatima Aldamova I am sitting here as a traveler of Google Maps in Kolomensky Park. Absorbing everything I could notice, I will describe it in details to you. I hope my writing will not exhaust you. The green surrounds me. I am drowning in grass and foliage. The yellow surrounds me. I am drowning in golden glory of dandelions. The white surrounds me. I am drowning in cherry petals. The clouds on sky look unnaturally puffy and shapeless with gaps of blue colour on some space. Trees are posing for the photo like awkward constantans of American Top Model in the first episodes of every season. I guess that comparison came into my mind because of the shape of tree trunks and my bright imagination. Yet it is not only about the nature, people are also here. Families. Friends. And. Loners. They all sitting under the tress enjoying the weather. I am really curious about what they are talking about. What are the topics of their conversation? Maybe it is about their plans on weekends, or their awkward yet funny stories that happened with them at school, maybe it is all about irrelevant gossips, probably concerning their annoying boss. Who knows? There are millions of possibilities. That is what fascinates and intrigues me. But I will never know. I am framed in my own reality, which right now is virtual. But I completely forgot about the loners like me. It is more difficult to imagine what they are thinking about, what bothers them. It is interesting to guess whether they are worried they are in their own company or they truly enjoy it. I can imagine light wind against my face here while I am sitting and peeking at other people. It blows away the petals from the cherry trees that fall down on the ground. By the way, about the ground, the dandelions look bright. Probably if I were here for real, I would get dirty because of their flower juice. It could happen with a high percentage of possibility. My carelessness plays bad jokes on me, which is really upsetting. I will get dirty almost wherever I can. From a bus to home. Anyway, I hope no one carelessly gets dandelion juice on their clothes. It would be really upsetting if that happened. Dandelion juice is almost impossible to wash off. I remember how my mother was scolding me when I was a little for staining my shirt. She was complaining that she is the only one who does the laundry and maybe I should do it too so I could understand how exhausting it is. In other words, after this I felt sorry. Yet I am still clumsy and sometimes do not even understand where I get my clothes dirty. At least, it happens not as often as it used to be. Anyway, I see that I got a little bit sidetrack from the current moment and stuck in my memory. Sorry for that digression.

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