Railway accident
By: Moldy_Toast
Tags: Russia, Essay, Accident, Rails, Railways

Railway accident

— Just watch out, be careful! Don’t

jump on the rails, it’ll shock you!

— Okay, mom. I will, I will… -

— What, you’re going to be careful or jump on the rails, huh ?

The woman grinned, looking out the doorway where Mishka was already lacing up his shoes and muttering back as He ran out of the house and down the stairs to the courtyard.

He needs to hurry; he might not be able to make it to the movies with the class.He raced to the stop as fast as he could, but as soon as he reached it, by the law of meanness, the bus slammed its doors and swayed away.The boy shouted a little, and even ran after him, but he was not noticed.

Misha kicked a nearby rock out of anger.Then he looked at the time.

"Ten minutes to two, damn it, I can't walk halfway," he thought sadly.

Suddenly, his gaze caught on something tall that was even taller than the trees that grew around the bus stop.

It was a tall, dilapidated tower that used to have a special room for railway workers, but now only pigeons and boys used to go there to hunt them.But they never caught one. Although, Mishka's friend told him how he caught a big and fluffy One, and he was a stupid bird, so he just flew away.He asked him to come with him, but Misha didn't want to go, he had loved animals since childhood.How did he show it here, past the bus stop, straight through the Park, and then…

The boy winding through the courtyards came out to the tracks. He was very tired, and wondering what he would say to his friends, and how he would explain why he was late, he sat down on the curb in front of the embankment, to catch his breath and rest.

The day was sunny and fine, and the rails smelled deliciously of heat and fuel oil. There was not a soul around, and even on the platform there were no flocks of school children, no adults rushing to work and always sullen, no carefree first-year students and dead-pale and tired graduates from the railway University near the station.There was a pleasant, gravel-rustling silence.

The boy carefully slid down the embankment, raising a waterfall of pebbles that scattered in different directions.After jumping over the first couple of rails, he even stopped frowning .

It was fun to run and jump, he tried to jump with two legs, then with a running start, and by the middle, like a frog, he did not run at all, but in a fit he overcame more and more each time. He heard the distant sound of a train, but decided that he would make it across before it arrived.

After a while, he finally reached a small traffic light that was green. "So, everything is in order, we can go further" - flashed through Misha's head when he inadvertently put his foot on the rail.A second later, he was hit by a shock that sent sparks flying from his eyes.He had cut himself badly on a large piece of gravel as he fell, and that was the last thing he remembered.After that, he didn't see the train stop ten meters away, or the conductor unsuccessfully trying to call out to the guard who had fallen asleep in the booth, or the driver cursing and spitting at the poor old man, or even the ambulance that drove up to the station instead of the platform, which made him have to be carried in his arms.

Mishka woke up with a severe pain in his head. Such that he couldn't really hear anything, just lay there with his eyes closed and tried to come to his senses.The first thing he heard was a conversation between the doctor, who sounded old and kind, and his mother, who looked worried and tired.

— Nothing terrible, I repeat, citizen Mirnaya, the usual concussion and nothing more.He needs to be left alone for a while, the painkillers have already been administered.

— Well doctor, but can I at least stay with him until he wakes up?

Mother’s voice trembled, and Misha was very ashamed that he disobeyed mother and shortened the path. The light was bright in the room, his eyes were painful to look at, and his head was very sore.He even wanted to cry when his mother came into the room just at that time. The boy just opened his mouth, and was about to say that he had been stupid, that he was sorry, and that he would never go near the railway again, but he didn’t have time.

— Mishenka, my son ... -

His mother ran up to him and hugged him tightly.It was rolling down her cheeks.

— It’s all right, mom’s with you - she stroked his head and whispered something soothing, and Misha just wanted to cry, immediately calmed down and began to talk.

— I’m sorry, mom … I didn’t want to go there first, I wanted to take the bus... And he … He left, and I ran, and I didn’t have time. Excuse me, but... - the last sentence especially he began to cry and buried her in the shoulder.

— It’s okay, honey, I forgive you.Just promise me one thing - mom wiped the tears from the boy’s cheek and calmed down, shi’ll smile mysteriously.

Misha immediately understood what his mother meant and smiled back.

— I promise I won’t

— Are you sure? she got up from the bed and held him closer, glad that her little miracle was all right.

— Exactly-exactly-he stopped crying, hung on to his mother, shaking his legs, and burst out laughing.

— Well, everyone went faster, the doctor has been waiting for us for a long time.

The boy jumped off the bed and clung tightly to his mother’s hand, went out into the hospital corridor.Now he will definitely remember that it is better not to go by rail.At least for now

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