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Шли годы, Алекс вырос в мужчину, но он никогда не забывал своего друга Тараса. И когда троллейбусу пришло время уходить на пенсию, Алекс выкупил его превратил в уютное кафе. Там собирались люди из самых разных слоев общества, пили кофе и делились историями – теми самыми, которые когда–то Тарас нашептывал Алексу.


Так и жила легенда о Тарасе – троллейбусе, превратившемся в рассказчика, который творил волшебство на улицах Санкт-Петербурга. И если вы прислушаетесь, то, возможно, все еще услышите его мягкое гудение, несущее истории о любви, смехе и радости неожиданных путешествий.

In the footsteps of Taras: the story of the old trolleybus


Once upon a time, in the bustling city of St. Petersburg, there lived an old trolleybus named Taras. Once its bright red paint had faded and its wheels squeaked at every turn. But despite his age, Taras' heart was full of stories and memories.


Across the street from the trolleybus depot lived Alex. The boy was curious and adventurous, and his eyes glistened like morning dew on the grass. Every day after school, he watched Taras drive through the streets of the city, picking up passengers and taking them to their destination.


One sunny afternoon, as Alex sat on a bench near the bus stop, Taras pulled up with a soft hum. The doors opened, and the familiar smell of old leather wafted over Alex. He climbed aboard and was greeted by the friendly driver, Alexei.


“Where are you headed today, young man?” – Alexei asked, twitching his gray mustache.


“To the park,” Alexei replied. – I want to watch the ducks at the pond.”


Taras rumbled, and Alex settled into the worn seat by the window. As they rolled through the streets, drifted into sleep. And it seemed to him that Taras began to tell stories from his past. He recalled the days when he took families on picnics, lovers on secret dates, and even a famous artist who had once sketched a cityscape from his window.


Alex listened with great interest, imagining the bustling St. Petersburg of yesteryear. He wondered how many dreams Taras had seen, how many tears he had silently absorbed. And when they reached the park, Taras whispered: “Remember, Alex, every journey has its own story.”

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