Valerii Makarov, 411-b

A few days ago I walked to the supermarket in Bakhmut to grab some food for me and
my friends with whom I had been staying during the quarantine. Silpo, the name of the
supermarket, was located in the city centre near the Bakhmut central market. So, I put on my
respirator, sunglasses and went to win such vital foods as buckwheat, salt and pasta. Oh, I
hardly forgot about the toilet paper.

As I got to my destination point, I turned around and saw closed shops and dead
streets. At last I risked to enter Silpo feeling a little bit excited. I saw, to my astonishment,
the crowded hall. There were many busy people in masks and respirators here and there
tending to choose necessary food items and to go away as soon as possible. The cashiers and
other shop assistants, trying to be cautious and watchful, were sometimes fairly rude to
customers. There was one shop assistant I remembered best due to his appearance. He was
wearing a black respirator, which I know to be a stonewall for any kind of viruses and
microorganisms, and hermetic glasses. He looked like a Mad Max warrior. There were spray
guns with antiseptic in every corner.

In the end I found the things I wanted, paid for them and quickly headed for the exit
door. I felt really astonished about all the situation. The town and everything in it seemed to
have withstood the apocalypse. Nevertheless, I fully understood how conscious people
should be to return to a normal lifestyle. We must stay home. I walked back home hoping
COVID-19 was on his way to disappearance.