The story of a bus driver who made a pregnant woman believe in human nobility.

Should I? pass over Other people, and if so, to whom? Who deserves it in the first place: the elderly, pregnant women, the disabled or in general: my place is my business, to whom I want, and to him I give? Now in some cities in public transport is not accepted to recruit more people than there are seats.



People are in line, freezing. And, I must say, quite negatively respond to requests for help. Especially in the morning, when you need to go to work and every extra minute promises a good fine. What to do and how to do in this case? The question is relevant and quite ambiguous. Who can say anything for sure?

I want to share with you, my dear ones, an incident that happened to me the other day. Nothing special, I just want to talk. It's not my habit to swear, but that's what I wanted to do at the time. But nothing. It's over, I'm calm. I'm telling.

I'm 29. I am married and have my first pregnancy. It's nine months. You understand, the body is exhausted, nerves are on the limit, constant fatigue, a change in internal mood. And besides, my husband is not a millionaire, so sending him in the middle of the night for strawberries in black caviar, somehow, is not possible. There was a time when I really wanted something like that.



There. I'm coming back from a women's consultation. Came to the stop and stood in line. We have now introduced a red zone in the city, so not everyone is allowed into the public transport cabin. Whoever did, sat down. So I had to be in front of a lot of people. But I respect the rules, so I just took my place and waited.

The weather isn't good right now. I mean, it's cold, it's not May. I started freezing a little. I closed my jacket all the way to my neck, took out a scarf. My route is not the most popular, so it took a long time to wait. I had to listen to people talking nearby. Nothing interesting: a job, a home, a pandemic and a lack of money, or justice in this world.

What I also noticed was that every time a transport came to the stop, some of the especially cunning grandmothers would break the queue and literally squeeze between disgruntled citizens to the door. She had just complained about her retirement and brazen children, and now she is violating someone’s rights by taking someone else’s seat on the bus.



Not that I had lived in a world of happiness and justice before, but in that moment I was outraged. But I didn't say anything in my voice, why? Time went slowly and our sprawling snake of people did not want to shrink. I thought I had a blue nose and my fingers were stiff.

Finally, my savior arrived. The bus I need. I stared at the crowd of people ahead of me. In principle, it was clear that this route is not interesting for everyone. Judging by the interest in the eyes and turned heads. There was a spark of hope in my heart again.



The bus stopped. The driver left the cabin directly to the passenger compartment. Then I saw him take a girl by the arm and help her down the stairs. Huh, I know her. I even know where she's going: the same consultation I went out with 20 minutes ago. Then a flood of people poured into the first doors of the bus. He was immediately stopped by the driver.

He looked into the crowd and saw me. Loudly invited to come first and take a seat. Which, in fact, I immediately tried to do. And then the mess started. Grandma yelled at me, tried to get in front of me. They were screaming that there was no authority on us and they've been standing here for two hours, freezing and all that. But the man wasn't averse and helped me get to the seat.



You know what was the funniest thing? Afterwards, all those who wished sat down. I told you: the route is not very popular and passengers did not gather even for all seats. However, one, especially zealous, the old lady sat in front of me. No mask, you know. The whole time she was sitting in front of me and she was banging something under her nose. She was looking at my eyes and my stomach. And we got off at one stop.

I went home and she turned to the store. I hope it was at least her route. You know, I don't believe in curses and black magic. I'm a realist. But who knows what the old lady said while we were driving. Besides, I'm about to have a baby. The precipitation, as they say, remained.



Tell me, why is this happening here? People don't respect each other. In everything they try to grab something better than others. They even try to walk on their heads if necessary. I understand competition. But not in the same small things and not to such an extent. When will we all come to mutual respect and move toward something good together? I hope at least my child finds these times. Thank you for reading, I am really pleased.