I came out of the electric train to Moscow and I went to the end of the platform to cross the road. There is already a crowd from the front wagons and they are waiting for the electric car to leave to start crossing. The electric car goes away and the people rush forward as if they don’t have enough metro tickets. The first run three rural aunts with baulas (see or shopping or came to Moscow for food, there was already a restructuring). The electric car then left, and because of it, the electric car from Moscow is hit and brakes at its platform. The machinery driver does not bicycle as it still stops at the platform and the citizens run beyond its end.
Apparently the engineer barely calculated and the electric could jump through the platform. Then he pushed faster. A brake screw broke out. The aunt with the baulas at this time were between two rails. They turn to the sound and I imagine what they see: in a two-metre slope directly on them, a brake is carried.
Their actions: instantaneously squeeze hands, balls are shot and fall on the scales, they grab their arms, bend their knees standing and whisper louder than the brakes.
The electric car stopped a meter from them, as it was at the end of the platform. The machinery rushed out of the window and spoke to them in which the censorship words were only "Well what?" The three-storey mat of the machinery brought them back to consciousness. They picked up their balloons and rolling over the rails as quicks went on.
Since then I have a clear idea of what a baby-sitter is.