[Scene: A cozy kitchen in a Moscow apartment. A glass shatters on the floor. Nikolai gasps.]
Nikolai: (grinning wide) Yuri! Did you see that? I accidentally broke the glass. This is a sign—something good is coming!
Yuri: (sighs, picking up a broom) You’re starting again with this? Kolya, you broke a glass. That’s not good luck. That’s bad coordination.
Nikolai: (waving dramatically) No, no, you don’t understand. In Russia, breaking a glass by accident means the universe is clearing away bad energy. It’s like a cosmic refresh button.
Yuri: Kolya, the universe doesn’t send you blessings by flinging your cups onto the floor. It sends you a mess to clean up and possibly a bill for new glassware.
Nikolai: Ha! That’s where you’re wrong. Remember last year? I dropped that wine glass right before my job interview, and guess what? I got the job the next day.
Yuri: You also wore your lucky socks, carried three coins in your pocket, and spun in a circle before leaving the house. Correlation does not mean causation.
Nikolai: I’m just saying, it worked! And don’t mock the socks—they have magic thread.
Yuri: More like threadbare.
Nikolai: Listen, you science types always need proof. But there are things you can’t measure. Feelings. Energy. Karma. Not everything can be stuck under a microscope.
Yuri: True. But science doesn’t need a microscope to disprove this one. The reason people feel better after breaking a glass is because they choose to assign it meaning. It’s a coping mechanism. Like saying “It’s lucky!” so you don’t feel bad about breaking your favorite mug.
Nikolai: But why do so many cultures have similar beliefs? Greeks smash plates. Italians toss things out the window on New Year’s. It must mean something.
Yuri: Sure. It means people like rituals. They create a sense of control in an unpredictable world. It doesn’t mean there’s a glass fairy handing out promotions.
Nikolai: Yuri, you have to admit, it’s comforting. A little magic in the mess. Is that so bad?
Yuri: No, it’s not bad. Just… don’t base your entire life philosophy on dishware destruction. Next time you break something, can we agree it’s not the universe—but maybe just slippery fingers?
Nikolai: (smiling slyly) Fine. But if I win the lottery this week, I’m smashing every cup in this kitchen.
Yuri: (laughs) Just warn me so I can wear boots.
Nikolai: Deal. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when your boring science can’t explain my sudden streak of cosmic luck.
Yuri: If that happens, I’ll write a paper titled “The Physics of Fortunate Fragments.” Just for you.
Nikolai: I’d frame it. Next to the broken glass.
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