Mental torment against the backdrop of Stockholm bays
Stockholm is a city that is ready to show you a new side every time, even if it seems to you that you have been here a hundred times already. This truly majestic capital, which has in its arsenal everything that a lone traveler needs.
My journey today began more with enthusiasm than with common sense. The bike continued to surprise. This time, somehow the wheel went flat. The wheel, of course, was punished and, with the help of political propaganda and a pump, returned to the circle of the worthy, but such periodic antics do not inspire confidence in products made under contract between Dutch representatives and Chinese hands.
Add to this the fact that the chain flies off it like pants off a newlywed on a honeymoon, then you always expect surprises from the trip and figure out how long it will take you to get from here on foot.
In addition, the weather did not whisper the verses of the classics in a chant with a light morning breeze, but whipped in the face with an impudent and impudent drizzle in the style of a la Mayakovsky. With the same rhythm and ruthlessness.
But I knew that my soul belongs to Stockholm and all these prejudices cannot divide us, because in my heart you will live forever and...
To the magical garden
Lan fren, lan fran,
Let-ti my goal-ubka...
So! Where did I stay.
I can say right away that the trip was a success. And even despite the rain and wind in the first part of my race, in the second part the sun was shining, birds were singing, tulips were blooming right in the flowerbeds of squares and squares, and an elderly Swede with a dog even offered to take a picture of me, seeing my running around with obstacles when I tried to defeat the self-timer, which, for some reason, had its own stopwatch.
In fact, the city is not as big as Kyiv, for example, or Sevastopol, but you always find something new in it. That's how I, turning in the wrong place, where I usually discovered a new page of the Swedish metropolis.
The well-being of the Swedes and tourists from Western Europe continues to delight and the frightened policy of our compatriots continues to upset.
The Swedes are complete individualists. That is, they will find it inconvenient to ask you some questions on the street, and also suggest that it is indecent to look in your direction at all. But, if you turn to them for help, you will be met with a smile, slight confusion and attempts to provide this help. Ours are like frightened snails, crawling out of their shells and feeling that there is no danger. But at the first nix, they are ready to crawl back and forth.
While cycling, I noticed a couple of tourists walking along the embankment, waving a video camera and seriously discussing something. By their serious approach to recreation, it was immediately noticeable that "ours are in the city. " And when in the future our paths crossed again near the fountain ensemble, then without a shadow of a doubt and different accents there, I turned to them for help “press this little button and keep the apparatus steady! ”. The reaction was amazing even for me.
The lady darted away from me for a good 3 meters to the side without a word. The man, with his nose in the opposite direction, waved his hand and head at me in the spirit of “we don’t serve on Mondays”, as if I approached in poorly washed clothes and asked for 2 euros for fries. I stood confused in the middle of the palace ensemble of the palace square in honor of Charles XII. Probably, in front of Karl's eyes, no one has ever been lowered like that.
Last time I was caught ranting about the influence of the Swedish character on the sexual component of women's education. So this time I wondered why, while in spring my head is ready to unscrew literally after 10 minutes of being on the street, so in Stockholm my picky nose did not even turn towards the passing fraulein.
Of course, I understand that the Swedes didn’t try very hard, but making an impression is clearly not their forte. It seems that they want to specifically emphasize their unwillingness to emphasize their feminine virtues.
When they see what they wear as clothing, a description that includes the word sexy comes to mind at the very bottom of the list, giving way to only 2 such commonly used adverbs in relation to clothing as functional and safe.
Gold-tone sandals, oversized sweatpants, oversized knitted sweaters and dull green jeans. Everything that we take out in the trash in trunks, getting rid of the remnants of the past and struggling with bad taste, all the same Swedes use as clothes. The only ones who lose to them in bad taste are our grandmothers. And it’s not those who go to the store for bread and stand in line for milk, but those who sit near the entrances, because why dress up to go down 2 floors.
Of course, I couldn't capture the most prominent specimens with my camera, but I think a few photos will be enough to capture the trend. I hope we will never enter Europe, because what kind of lawlessness and bad taste are we!
