I went on a real long-distance train only once – last year we went to the rest of the family to rest in Sochi.
We took the whole compartment: I and my sister Vera settled on the upper shelves, and Mom and Dad – on the lower shelves. It was hot, so the windows were open all the time. I looked out the window all the way, and it did not bother me at all.
A strange life flashed by and flashed by someone else’s life, very interesting, bright, and sometimes mysterious. I looked, lying on a shelf, on yellowing fields and green meadows, on blue streams and lakes with lonely fishermen and reeds, on a blue sky with white sheep of clouds that seemed to float behind the...
It is interesting to watch the variety of life from the train window!