The chunk 124 The message -584-

Он поколебался немного: даже за год способ укладки шарфа мог измениться, мода менялась быстро. Он поэкспериментировал немного. Потом просто, но аккуратно и элегантно, обмотал синей тканью голову и лицо так, что остались едва видны лишь глаза, как и полагалось "синему" интеллигенту. Он направился к своему креслу: толстуха, которая надоедала ему в начале полета, сделала жест рукой: "Красавчик!" и улыбнулась широко и дружелюбно. Ахмед скорчил ей страшную рожу, но так, чтобы она не заметила этого за складками его шарфа и невозмутимо прошел мимо.

The message -307-
20/09/2020
Hello Ahm!
My gold black guy. He helps me a lot. It seems he is ready to spend several hours with me teaching me English. I offered him to help me in translating my 1000 chunks. Today I sent him a bit more money for tutoring because he spent an hour and a half instead of one, but he was resented, said we had the agreement at lower sum and if he proceeded the time, it was his time. He was angry and prohibited me from behaving like that next time. I gave him my first two chanks. He wanted me to translate it into English from my head from Russian. I told that these are too difficult for me vocabulary and expressions, that I firstly used Google Translate and then corrected the texts, but we did as he asked. I translated step by step.
And then I have to work: we meet before my working day starts and in that time we had been meeting there were several calls and messages from customers and from my boss. I couldn't ignore them longer.
Today we've known that the father of my former husband passed away. He was 85. He was a very simple, simple worker, very decent and quiet person. I saw him several times on Skype. My man looked similar to him. He gave the most from his appearance compared with all his brothers and sisters. And has the same character.
He can't go to Azerbaijan due to lockdown and also it's too expensive to fly there through Turkey even if he would be able to make a resolution in the embassy for the trip. So he stays home.

The message -308-
23/09/2020
Hello Ahmed!
It's nothing new.
Now I know I won't be one of the best students on the course...my tutor twice declined my homework due to my mental mistakes. They started learning process with teaching us semiotica.
That Japanese, who send me his messages every day, stopped doing it. I had written him that he doesn't want to talk with me and that to imagine that he is loved and loving is very sweet to him, that it means he is liying himself. Now he keeps silent several days. Maybe he is ill?
Today was my day off. He asked me to buy him a phone for him, gave me money. I went out in the night, met my lovely deer and bear. Don't know why I like these sculptures. The third figure is a goose with opend wings. I would like to understand why they chose exactly these images: probably because they are the most damaged type of animals. They were made from the iron collected at the edge of Russian north, from garbage iron, by ecology activists for free. This installation is located in front of enter of one of the most imposant business centers of Yutmen.
I love languages, songs in different languages. I don't love to understand lyrics, prefer to listen to naked voices and melodies. Words rarely tantamount to the music in songs, not always it sounds harmonic. Today was Spanish song. Always when I'm listening to the singer I remind one my former colleague. She was younger me, but was born in the same small city as me. Everything in her was unusual: bright, sexual manners of to behave, to dress in, to make up. The voice of her was husky and thick, sexual, lazy. We worked in a big mall. When there was her working day, she could sing songs very loudly not being embarrassed. I saw the reaction of men passed our shop when she was sitting there (the walls were glass): they literally turned back their necks. It looked funny. What I liked in her, she was warm, vibrant, energetic, brave, active, not very smiled but loved jokes, sociable. The main her characteristic was sociable. Her image was so bright and voice similar with the singer's one, I always think about the girl. It is her energy, the energy and language of the songs. Her name is Yana. The name which is quite well to scream: yaaaaaaanaaaaaa! The name Olga isn't so easy to scream, the same Ahmed. Consonant sounds makes them less understood. My black teacher pronounces Ahmed softly, almost ignores the sound "h", I hear almost "Amed". In Russian here is kind of proverb: "How you name your ship, such it will sail. With names is the same, isn't it?