From my journal

7 September 2026 (Monday)

It is half-past eight in the evening. I am sitting at the table
in front of a turned-on monitor, writing these lines. Today
was a rather cold day with mixed clouds and a cold north wind.
On my way home from a walk,I even buttoned up my blue denim jacket
because of that cold north wind (the dry street was illuminated
by the sun breaking through the clouds).Earlier in the day,
I went to the Pyaterochka store behind the bus stop,
taking the remaining 700 rubles, and then went for a walk.
When I was near the Admiral shopping center, I noticed two girls
on the other side of the main street—one very short and thin,
and the other of average or above-average height. The one on the
right was wearing blue jeans and a short, dark-brown jacket.
They crossed the street at the pedestrian crossing to my side,
and I walked behind them for a while. At first, I thought the tall
girl in jeans was a salesgirl from the pharmacy, but
then I thought this one had a lighter shade of straight,
medium-length brown hair.A while later, the girl about
180 cm tall half-turned, and I saw that it was the beauty
from the pharmacy.She was wearing myopia glasses(she hadn't been
wearing glasses before).From the waist down, she looked like
an athlete:strong, long legs and a big butt in faded blue jeans.
I quickly overtook them and walked briskly toward the Crystal
and beyond(this side of the street was paved with tiles).
I didn't buy anything while out for a walk today.
I got home at four o'clock after strolling through the town center.
Today I watched videos about Moscow and worked on editing
"The Anthropological Forums" again (I added the lines
that photos of the measured individuals are needed
to verify their nationality(Russians,"mestizos",non Russians);
for an article or book to be useful, one needs the measurements
of each subject along with their photos).Now I'm watching a video
of a walk through Moscow on a summer evening.I used to walk around
Moscow too, but I used to study the people I saw; these passersby,
however, just walk along without a care for anyone around them.
They don't read books,don't speak English,have no interest in
physical anthropology and genetics, and don't publish their work
on proza.ru or stihi.ru.They earn 500-1,000 dollars and think
they're better off than I am (or would think so,if they knew me).
None of these passersby have ever even dreamed of a world where
everyone is wealthy;for them, the existence of bosses and
subordinates, of the rich and the poor, is the natural order
of things-just like the horrific prisons, hospitals, and schools
where students(children) have to stand up when a teacher enters
the classroom, and so on.I live in a country of lowlifes...