Неслучайные люди

Vse my, po suti, sluchaĭnye li͡udi dli͡a drugikh. Vstrechaemsi͡a kazhdyĭ denʹ na dorozhkakh parka - kto-to guli͡aet s sobakoĭ, kto-to - s lyzhnymi palkami. Bodrai͡a semeĭnai͡a para, bolʹshoĭ, pod dva metra, muzhchina, vsegda v i͡arkikh krossovkakh, s kroshechnoĭ sobachkoĭ-shpit͡sem. I͡A pʹi͡u vodu, shpit͡s radostno namatyvaet krugi. Pʹem i raduemsi͡a my odnovremenno… U kazhdogo - svoi͡a sudʹba. I svoi dramy, radosti, istorii. Inogda ėti sudʹby i istorii peresekai͡utsi͡a. Iz takikh peresecheniĭ i sostoit zhiznʹ. Masha Traub

We are all essentially random people to others. We meet every day on the paths of the park — someone walks with a dog, someone with ski poles. A cheerful married couple, a big man, under two meters, always in bright sneakers, with a tiny pomeranian dog. I drink water, the Pomeranian happily winds circles. We drink and rejoice at the same time… Everyone has their own destiny. And their own dramas, joys, stories. Sometimes these destinies and stories intersect. Life consists of such intersections. Masha Traub