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Orange mood
The correspondent of "New" sweeping the territory at the Luzhniki stadium before the match England - Croatia
“Petya, put us the porridge, please pour the seagull too,” shouted towards the 3rd Frunze Field kitchen, parked and. O. Head of the Khamovniki district council Olga Shovgenya. A prominent, powerful woman Olga intercepted me almost by the subway - on a scooter. The average "mileage" on the day of large football - both on the scooter and on foot - about 50 km. It remains to hold out "two matches", they do not count here for days. “Feel, feel it,” Olga had already moved Olga in the director’s office in the director’s office. - Since they came, you will do everything like a janitor. At first, then work. Before the matches, we feed in the region of two in the afternoon-then we can no longer afford to remove someone from the territory. Of course, with meat! How to work otherwise? Sometimes we make pilaf, but they love porridge more.
The porridge at the cook Peter was really good.
- First they did the whole arrangement, then they began to train. Three weeks before the championship, they conducted the first teaching, realized that they had to change something, spent two more, and now everything is going on a debugged scheme, Olga continued, and I sternly glanced at the terrarium with a python (“Well, why the snake? Who works poorly-feed”).
In the office, the young director of the Housing Housing and Humanities of the Hamovniki Yuri Chevchelov has already appeared, multi -colored schemes on the table: the boundaries of five “hot” subordinate sections and points of location of container sites, rows of columns with mobile phones, streets, courtyards and squares of attachment of complex personnel. - We take out 5-6 garbage camasis for the game - as they fill in. The first shift is put on the territory in the morning - people begin to go from half past twentieth.
On the territory directly adjacent to the stadium during the days of matches, 268 people work in uniform. In total - with adjacent streets, courtyards, species venues - 400. "Hold" the entire area - to the "Kropotkinskaya". Another 800 work in the bowl itself, but this is another story - the GBU "Roads" work there.
“The lawns, of course, the people trampling,” Olga sighed. -They don’t really go to walk, but they lie, sit, eat. Or here the Chinese went from the stadium - he saw a native birch and hobbled ahead. Grasped for her and stands. For 10 minutes he rested and to another-he had to reach the Yunost Hotel ... How many people! 80 thousand accommodate Luzhniki and 20 thousand still walk around - not everyone has tickets. But I, honestly, I think that we were lucky - to be in the epicenter itself. It is only once in a life, and even then not in everyone. And for wipers, this is a miracle in general. They re-filled with all the fans, because they never saw this-we have never seen.
- Well, change clothes? - Yuri hinted to me, and I went into the next office - to put on an orange T -shirt, overalls, a jacket and a cap.
At the exit, I was handed a broom and an iron scoop on a long handle bent at the end. Before the metro, I managed to drop it three times - I thought the scoop could hang on my hand like an umbrella.
“If I say that everything should be perfect during my match, it should be so,” Olga reported someone on the run on the run. It was 6.30 pm. Every 50 meters on the metro station, figures in Orange looked through to the metro street. - You understand the size of the disaster, right? She asked me when we went to the “Youth”, and, resting his hands on her sides, pierced the murderous gaze of the janitor relaxed against the pillar. The janitor stretched out into the string and waved a broom towards the tails of the horse police on duty nearby. Olga nodded graciously.
Around the screaming, boiled, danced, saw beer, spruce shawarma and chips happy multi -colored “disaster”. Almost immediately, the Chinese attacked me - to take a picture, but Olga was already striving for the bridge by the metro - to transfer me to the head of the site number five: from Luzhnikovsky passage to the Luzhniki metro station and from the embankment to the embankment.
“Seryozha, take her scoop,” she asked, but I clung to the inventory with a dead grip. - Okay, we are to the headquarters.
“Well, Alla, the business trip with you and I have here - for the homeland, for the fatherland, for my beloved area,” took me under the elbow under the bridge Sergey, and the scoop collapsed on the asphalt with a roar. -Let me carry it all the same?
“Nothing, this is my usual story,” I muttered, and he set the task:
- We walk, we carefully look - in people the eyes are blurred. There should not be a single bull, there is a piece of paper and even more so.
- ( continues ) We check the completeness of the URN. Now is the most difficult time - before the game. The stadium is not allowed with food and drinks, so everyone is left here. While we can do it - Europeans and even the British behave decently. Here the Mexicans were hung up so fucked. By the way, do you know who leaves the most garbage? He continued on the alley. - Mexicans, Chinese and ours. The Chinese, where they sat, smoked and ate - left everything there, the Mexicans scattered everything in different directions, and our both are. The Japanese are interesting - there were few of them, we were building their accompanying them, as in a kindergarten. They heard, maybe after one of the matches everyone got up and left, and they began to collect garbage for everyone ...
- Can I pick up the bank? - I could not stand it.
“Let's, if you have time,” Sergei allowed. - Sometimes people still put the full on the floor to take a picture, and the janitor takes. They are indignant a little, but then hold in your hands!
I did not have time to the bank. Black eyes fired from under the orange cap, a broom flickered. I all thought how I would feel under the views of vacationers. But I caused the greatest interest to my colleagues in the workshop. There are almost no women in the wipers.
“Women only work for cleaners,” Sergey explained. - A janitor is like a handyman, strength is needed.
- ( continues ) in the old part of Moscow, for example, a lot of repair garbage. We had one woman-Moscow pre-retirement age, adored her yard, she knew all his life, it was nice to see. Now I have only two on the Muscovite site - I and the girl from the office.
Then a brisk dark -eyed lady suddenly jumped out of a dense crowd, put Sergey in the hand of a jacket - the rain was going - and disappeared.
- How did she find you? - I was amazed.
“Well, how many years we have been working together - my boss, they synchronized,” he smiled. - Here are free toilets, we also control, here comrades on the lawns are resting. Today they are few, but, you used to go - Muslims pray with their eyes to the east. And let them lie - not on the road. As in all European countries. Here is the VIP parking, the Luzhnikovskaya police department. They work, saw personally. As I understand it - they caught a pickpocket. Without noise, without dust - 10 seconds, and he is handcuffed.
-Have you seen football? I asked.
“Dear fans, we welcome you to the match England - Croatia,” - it thundered for all Rupors in two languages.
“No, of course, but they heard,” Sergey grinned. - Of course, I remembered the most when ours played. They yelled so that the earth was trembling. Mexicans also shouted to goosebumps, but ours - it is worth a lot. You know, when such powerful positive vocal waves go - maybe even for this it is worth living. In general, here everything is immediately clear here - when a goal, or a penalty, or by, or just a dangerous moment.
There were almost two hours before the moments, and I asked Sergey to get out. She rushed to sweep out a jar under the bridge in the scoop, turned out to be almost complete. Spilled on the asphalt beer, I raised my eyes in horror. The owner of the bank was not nearby.
- Pour to the ground? - with shame I returned to the supervisor observing aside.
“No, why to litter here,” he explained affectionately. - Gently put in a scoop and in the urn. “I took a bag from the urn, put it in a green container, and we take a decently to a container site,” I recalled the mattress from Olga near the urna. The urn was almost empty, left the bag in place. I went to hunt for bulls by the metro.
A beautiful Argentine politely asked me why the toilet was closed. I sent the Argentine to the neighbor. “Very good English,” he patted me on the shoulder. Arab couple - dad and daughter - showed me lying booklets. The British put out the bulls, put them in my scoops and portrayed the “class” with thumbs. Frankly, all this began to surprise.
I threw off the “estimates” into the urn and went to Sergey - to warn that the urn was smoking. Sergei sent to the urn a janitor with water.
- What are we standing? Take the photo! - the janitor Ali drew a smiling at us with all his face. From my orange pocket, a belt from the camera tramed treacherously stuck. - Hello, is everything okay? He asked the boss.
“Yes, we work, as you see,” Sergey reported.
- What do you want? She says she will write me down, right? - looked into the eyes of the head of Ali. - Mi? We work until 12 o’clock in the evening, at 9 pm, football starts, Mi arrived at two o’clock, for how much. Normally, a little left, thank God, there is a lot of noise. There Sergei Ivanovich knows how much we worked, he knows!
- Do you communicate with the fans? I asked.
“Well, we communicate little right now, but I gave me a scarf,” someone’s fan scarf stuck out of the jumps in the jumpsuit Ali. “I put it here so that if I won which country, someone was not against it.” And then he will say - why did our scarf make a janitor around the neck? Offended, swore.
Ali, all with the same smile, hastened to get rid of and work, Sergey went to see me off in the zone directly adjacent to the stadium.
“After the start of the game, there will be a lull, only those that are on benches - with phones, janitors can also rest,” he told me along the way. I all rushed about the bulls - I entered the rage. - After the match, the police organized all organizedly. Before the start of the championship, we trained at free concerts. The first experience was unsuccessful - they could not go out for two and a half hours, then they coped. An hour and a half after the match there is almost no one here.
At the framework of the metal detector, I was asked to wrap the scoop and broom in the bag. I dragged a huge black package from a jacket pocket.
- What else is it with you here? -the girl-guard who felt me the sensing girl sternly asked.
“Powder,” I squealed embarrassedly. As if a janitor should not carry powder with you.
Under the feet of Bronze Lenin, I was transferred to the Presnya brigade. Lenin's legs were surrounded by the British and half empty glasses with beer. Many glasses and many Englishmen.
“This time, in general, excuse me, some pigs,” the head of the Sabir muttered on the fans on the way to the site. Presnensky worked on the alley at the sector D, as well as around the brand new pool. “We are all here from the Central Administrative District, the sixth match is already.” And your work in the area must be done, and here. Presnya is a large area, I have 40 people work here, the Arbat sets a smaller one, the basmanny also is-20 with something. This prefecture decides - who has how many personnel. When we finished on our territory, then we go to the rescue, if necessary. Arbat has a small territory here, but Tversky has hard - they have alleys from Lenin and the square ... So, you are responsible for the girl, - he appointed me to the new caretakers of the senior janitor Sabir, warned the rest: “We don’t ask unnecessary questions, and it seems that he finally ripped me off the labor collective.”
The janitors sternly clung to the scoops and scattered to comb the territory, I also went to wave a broom in the D. sector in the area of the sector, I rarely had to wave. I never thought that I would look for bulls with such excitement on the asphalt. Croats rushing for the match flashed by, drank beer and threw Russian glasses into the urns. I was so surpassed by the thirst for work that I dared and slipped in the C - to Tver. But the Tver had nothing to do either.
- How much photo? - the guy from another area slowed down near me.
“My free,” I blossomed, but he ran away.
And then the match began, Sabir built us in the line and led us to the first sweep of the territory. The second - the main one - will be an hour and a half after the end of the game. We walked along the desert alleys and only scoops hung up the land in some uninterrupted, but bewitching choir of the janitors of Presnya. We excitedly looked at each other with young guys on police buses and sometimes pulled their neck back - to the stadium.
And then, as soon as we again went to the sector D, something was swollen and crashed inside the stadium.
- Who, who scored guys? I shouted.
“Croatia, probably,” the elder muttered methodically with his eyes with his eyes. The rest fled again.
“Well, you said you know the account.” I looked on the phone or asked who? - Having her back with his hands, he joined the almost forced interview in the break of Sabir.
“Well, I asked, yes,” the Uzbek fan of Croatia muttered again and still said this: “England.”
And two very young guys from Tajikistan admitted to me that they were at the championship for Moscow. So they said directly.
“So, now you’ll approach Lenin, they will meet you there,” Sabir’s guys advanced on the road. Five minutes later, he already shouted into the phone: - I sent 6 people! I'll go now !!
“That's how we work,” he was indignant on the way to Lenin. - Six people sent for strengthening, two reached. 500 meters, and already lost the landmarks. You will go crazy with them.
“They seem to be so melancholy,” I inserted.
- This is outside! - Sabir waved his hand and went to collect four by the roadsides.
And a temporary lull came. Someone went to relax on the far benches-the sectors cannot, someone is preparing to strengthen, I-back to the "housing". According to the pure alley of the Tver, past the reassured “youth” without a single can at the threshold, which buried in the phones of the ambulance, horse -founded police, taxi drivers.
Olga, Yuri and three other employees of the council and “Housing” were expected in the end of the match. Python peacefully sniffed in the terrarium.
“If only there was no additional one,” Olga sorted her fingers with a beautiful manicure.
And then the Croats equalized the score, I changed into the city and wished the five good luck - at least three more hours of work and without extra time. A man in Orange paced in Komsomolsky. But I was no longer “mine”. Of course, I was not in her Luzhniki. But, just from a Muscovite, I want to say “my” Tajiks, Uzbeks and everyone else - thanks.