  . In a Pedestrian Subway
 (Dmitri)  (Dancheyev)


          .           .This is a short story about daily life in a Moscow subway from the perspective of a beggar. One day he has a strange and wonderful encounter with a dwarf who transforms his life forever.





  

In a Pedestrian Subway



 (Dmitri)  (Dancheyev)



 Nancy () Blackman ()



 (Dmitri)  (Dancheyev),2019



ISBN978-5-4496-8388-5

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RUSSIAN ENGLISH BILINGUAL STORY



  



Authors translation into English



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This is ashort story about daily life inaMoscow subway from the perspective ofabeggar. Although he is not necessarily afavorable sight tothe guards at the station, he is able togain compassion from those who pass byas they drop money into his hat. One day he has astrange and wonderful encounter with adwarf who transforms his life forever.



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Sometimes inthe mornings, abeggar would see awrinkled-face dwarf inashiny, but tattered tailcoat that was form fitting, appearing for afew seconds as he scurried bywith an ironic smile on his thin, senile lips. No one noticed him except the beggar, who would immediately bow ashamed bythe absurdity ofhis own sight. His bow ofmeditation caused him tofreeze inposition.

The morning sun, which had not yet been touched bythe poisonous, yellow Moscow smog crept out from behind the distant grocery stalls, illuminating the metro station with aceremonial sheen. The fiery beam penetrated the dusty, glass doors ofthe vestibule and lit up the beggar clothed inpicturesque rags sitting on the dirty floor not far from the escalator.



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He shivered as he ran his hand over his gray, bristly hair. Yawning sweetly, the deep lines gave evidence ofhis age and over consumption ofalcohol. His small, bleary eyes watched the many feet that hurried byas he rested inhis bowed position.

He was known bytwo names. Tosome he was Surly, but tothe police officers he was called Wretched. He always responded quickly toSurly and never heard the latter, which actually prevented the bored, talkative guards from forgetting this nickname.

Give me alms for Christs sake Surly would say repeatedly, his chapped lips smacking together. He continued towatch the many legs as they passed by. Some were naked, some introusers. Some were thin, some were thick. Some were mens legs, some were womens and still some were childrens. The shoes were also very different, but all ofthem flashed beforehim.

Sometimes apair oflegs would stop and drop acoin into Surlys cap. He waited for the legs tostop moving before saying Thanks, God bless you, inhis polite, but sad voice.



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