train life
To start with train? Because I was afraid train the most – 4 days and 4 nights in upper berths in second class sleeping carriage. “Never travel with ur friends and with ur lovers. It’s too dangerous”. But mom is the person of distance. Let us try. And may be once she would be right and u will throw ticket to the ground of Alexandria and another time…
Another time I was ill. After night of fever I opened my eyes and – as they told me after – looked in the way that everybody thought “I should help her somehow”. We had 3 bags of food and I had infection of throat. Fever passed after uncountable hours of sleep and one set of chess. (“I’ve never seen a person who takes this game so seriously and personally. C’mon, u’re suffering! I just ate ur queen, it’s not THAT big deal!”. My first set of chess finished in 25 minutes and even my kingdom ruined now I know what it’s about). So fever passed. But I could eat nothing. Food was a pain. Throat was a pain. Life was a pain, but just generally. He laughed, called me vecchietta and was making me pear pure. It’s when u cut pear in smallest pieces, add hot water and sugar and give me as a only food that I can accept. Food that Italian could accept came in Novosobirsk.
“U have khachapuri? No? and pies? No? and what u have? Pizza? Ok. Anastasia, why I should move 5 000 km and find just pizza in night station?”
“I told u before. U, Italians, have poked ur nose everywhere…”
“We had time”.
Anyway stations were no more then 20 minutes. And colder and colder that was when we drop out to similar narrow platforms. Time passed. Plus one hour in ur watch, plus 2, plus 5. We didn’t know the time and days. That was evening when sun was rising and that was day when they turned off the light. We were sleeping mostly. Drinking tea in darkness downstairs or sleeping when may be that was day. One berth or 2 berth wasn’t matter. One berth.
“lets come back to train. That were may be the most wonderful 4 days I ever had” – сказал он.
They say in Russia – before marry – go to Vladivostok in train. One week. Together. After that week u will understand all u need. That u want to spend with her the rest of ur life or not. If not – u can leave her in Vladivostok. And go back in plane. For landing in the same country after 10 hours of flight.
Another time I was ill. After night of fever I opened my eyes and – as they told me after – looked in the way that everybody thought “I should help her somehow”. We had 3 bags of food and I had infection of throat. Fever passed after uncountable hours of sleep and one set of chess. (“I’ve never seen a person who takes this game so seriously and personally. C’mon, u’re suffering! I just ate ur queen, it’s not THAT big deal!”. My first set of chess finished in 25 minutes and even my kingdom ruined now I know what it’s about). So fever passed. But I could eat nothing. Food was a pain. Throat was a pain. Life was a pain, but just generally. He laughed, called me vecchietta and was making me pear pure. It’s when u cut pear in smallest pieces, add hot water and sugar and give me as a only food that I can accept. Food that Italian could accept came in Novosobirsk.
“U have khachapuri? No? and pies? No? and what u have? Pizza? Ok. Anastasia, why I should move 5 000 km and find just pizza in night station?”
“I told u before. U, Italians, have poked ur nose everywhere…”
“We had time”.
Anyway stations were no more then 20 minutes. And colder and colder that was when we drop out to similar narrow platforms. Time passed. Plus one hour in ur watch, plus 2, plus 5. We didn’t know the time and days. That was evening when sun was rising and that was day when they turned off the light. We were sleeping mostly. Drinking tea in darkness downstairs or sleeping when may be that was day. One berth or 2 berth wasn’t matter. One berth.
“lets come back to train. That were may be the most wonderful 4 days I ever had” – сказал он.
They say in Russia – before marry – go to Vladivostok in train. One week. Together. After that week u will understand all u need. That u want to spend with her the rest of ur life or not. If not – u can leave her in Vladivostok. And go back in plane. For landing in the same country after 10 hours of flight.
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