THE STORY ABOUT AN IMPATIENT WOMAN

There was once this woman who lived in St. Petersburg’s suburbs near Emperor's Gardens. She lived alone after everyone she knew left. Her husband and kids went to a dacha for the summer vacation like the whole of Petersburg did. It was back in the 19th century. 

She waited and waited for some change in her life to happen. Like all Russian women, she was bored with her neat suburban life in the wake of the revolution. The winds of future circumstances were about to whisper to her but she wasn’t able to smell or hear that blood. The only thing she wallowed in was her waiting. She was bored, in the process of waiting. Waiting can be exhausting.

The only thing she knew how to relieve her boredom was to eat. She ate anything she could. She had waited her whole life on something to happen. The poor woman couldn’t see a simple fact - change requires action. And she was an inert impatient person. Waiting was not her strongest suit. So she ate and ate so that one day, while engaged in one more inevitable waiting on top of her usual waiting, for her husband and daughters to come back from the summer house in the village, she got so fat and so big that she was not able to move. But she could not stop herself from eating. 

She ate fruits, vegetables, meat, salads, cakes, tarts, chocolates, mousses, and anything she could get hold of. At one point she was not able to get out of the door. She got so big that the house got so small or rather too tight for her like an evening gown. The odd thing was she was not a bit worried. She surrendered. So the walls burst and fell on her covering her dead body away from the inquisitive looks of her neighbors.

My favorite song of the day.