Walk into the cabin MAZ-103 and you quickly realize that behind the wheel of this car goes a woman. On the dashboard — rubberized mats, hand calculator, cash register. All neat and in their places. The panel is rubbed to a Shine, while the bus travels the commuter route, that is the most that neither is all that dust. We, in fact, just to go to the Old village (Minsk district) through Kolodishchi.
— Difficult route. Often work without a conductor and sell tickets itself (the commuter buses do not set validators). That is wasting time to the detriment of the schedule. And gets the story from me first asking, brings us up to date Elena, potoraplivaya: it’s time to leave. — However, now see for yourself.
To lose no time. Sit in the MAZ and drive off. The bus smoothly embedded in the flow moving steadily over town picking up passengers early gardeners. If you do not know who is behind the wheel, we can decide that the driver carries a typical 40-50 years. But in the cockpit — a fragile girl with nail Polish and makeup (when did that happen — after all, early flight?)
— Yes, manicure need more to upgrade than office workers. But actually, t is cicovacki-gloves. Nothing — and antifreeze changed, and the fuses, when required, — laughs Elena. — Before operation, be sure to walk around the bus, visiting everything from wheels to interior. Well I have to know in what condition I left it changer. Bus I love it I got a yellow one, cheerful. Just fits me — I’m blonde!
Early in the morning in Kolodishchi go to a few, to escape from control not often. Please note, as our driver deftly pulls away from stops and takes place in the band. Never nobody hurt, nobody was forced out. But still you need to keep in the cabin nothing happened! It is evident that she knows the route by heart, although the bus rides a year. Behind six years of running the trolley. Elena says that the last control is even harder — you have to follow two roads: the roadway and wires.
Actually I’m right handed 12 years ago, and in secret from father. I have the driver, and grandfather. Sister also working at the wheel, at one of the plants. Word family dynasty. But I, as youngest, dad once said: don’t even think about — recalls the girl. — So I went on a course on driving secretly. Then he had, of course, to admit… He didn’t think I would cope, I guess. Now it became more serious to treat. Seeing asked: how are you getting on, colleague? But still, apparently, believes that a woman should cook borscht and raise children, be a homemaker. Well or what t still have stamps?
— So many, by the way, I think.
— Well, Yes. Sometimes even by the reaction of the passengers can understand that the woman driver of the bus for them it is another nonsense. People come to the salon, stare at me and ask: am I in the trolley hit? When I was an Intern, one grandmother began to blame my mentor (a certain time the trainee is obliged to cover up with a more experienced driver) say, what are you doing, friend behind the wheel planted? This is a typical view for society. Well done, I love big cars! The car is not the same. That’s when we sit on the MAZ, then feel the power.
Bus depot №4 of Minsk are several women drivers. One moved with the tram, the other with the trolley, the third truck, fourth was generally a driving instructor. Nothing cope, less all claims and complaints, talking in the Park.
The first time was difficult, the routes didn’t even I sleep badly — I think that will be the same tomorrow? — says our heroine. Once even drove the wrong way… Nothing — Orient, turned around and returned to the route. Gradually got used. Now know almost all the main paths of the Park, about 40 of them. Love the suburban. Go on the road — well, spacious, nature. In villages all my grandparents friends go, granddaughter, call me, even trying to feed: so far, sold a ticket, forcibly give someone a cookie, an Apple.
The demand for the payment of the passengers, as the transport a pain. After all, the driver is obliged not only to control costs but also to comply with the timetable. But what if we went from 20 people, and at the next stop you should be in two minutes?
— Why are you late? — outraged elderly woman, going to the salon in Kolodishchi. T’s more people: everyone’s rushing to work in Minsk, nervous.
Elena is silent: and say something? To explain that honestly followed the passengers? What was obliged to sell tickets and control travel expenses? What if auditors find “hare”, given a fine of including her? At the bus Park know about the issue: “Agro Kolodishchi — almost the only town near Minsk, w t is no city bus. In Gatovo, Borovlyany, Thrush and so on they go. Almost all of Calodema ride to the metro station “Uruchcha”. At different levels raises the question of the transfer of agro-service city buses that already have an automated system and operates the Metropolitan tariff.”
Meanwhile, the cabin is built up the whole turn. On the dashboard — a fan of the bills. But everyone needs correctly to count!
This grandmother goes to the metro station “Uruchcha”, she’s t asking alms, — the driver notices, as the salon give birth to a decrepit old woman.
During the trip, Elena and then someone says Hello. Passengers it has already been recognized for their. It is noticeable that this is her route and what all she likes. It is very noticeable.
The local boys came, seriously asked: who is hurting? Well you say, we will understand, — she laughs. — No one is offended, though at night routes work! It’s all good. On the contrary, still trying to get acquainted. Once on the track had come with the machine. Look at the bus stop pulled up, jumped out of it guy and me, they say, sell a ticket, and the let’s get acquainted. Drove a couple of stops and went out, t was already one on the same car was waiting.
— Well, the hardest part of the job is that? — ask.
— To get up at three in the morning to work. (Laughs.) The alarm clock mode is selected, in which he calls every minute. Four times rejected, at the fifth stand, because I know that is extreme… But seriously, I had one winter flight. Left — all swept up ahead of a solid blanket of snow. Do not understand w the field is and w the road is. It was a little creepy even, came late, but passengers safely brought, and this is important.
The theme of suburban local roads and private patient. But Elena could not touch her. At the final stop in the village of Old she couldn’t even drive up to the stopping point close. In the Park we were told that many times addressed to workers, but they give standard responses — either “repaired” or “no funds”. Passport regular bus route to the destination is a “reverse ring”. De jure it is, but de facto… a Separate conversation about the stopping points, which also is on the balance of local road organizations.
— Many in the Park complaining about the drivers of cars. Yes, across all sorts. Sometimes the Blinker, and he not only admits, but also adds the gas, that you could not transform, — Elena continues. — It is rather puzzling: in most cars is usually 1-2 people go, and I have in the cabin is 50-70. T has to be some respect — if not me as the driver to the passengers? Before such maneuvers I’ve learned to predict the behavior of drivers: their reaction is easy to predict driving style. One never miss, the other will slow down, but still lights blink, they say, go. People are different, but I for one do not hold grudges or angry. Otherwise it is easy to roll up the driver’s “harmony” stars of YouTube. But oncoming motorists I usually smile, that’s nice. The traffic police do not stop, but also accompany with a smile.
Our heroine believes that the best solution would be to have a separate lane for buses and trolleybuses. This would have increased the speed of communication and stressed the importance of public transport in the city. To a single form, which I plan to put all the drivers of suburban buses, Helen buday is a woman demanding: “And it will be just blue? From synthetics? Well, the front provided? We girls, want to look every day is different.”
…Perhaps, the time Lyase, the radiator which was still filled it with water, and change the punctured tire had the most on the roadside, a bus driver could only be male. But now things have changed and the Shuttle is different from cars is that the dimensions and purpose. So why ride to the office on the Toyota Yaris that’s fine, but to manage the regular MAZ — no? Helen buday his example answers this question. Isn’t it funny when you are lucky such a nice driver!