An Italian acquaintance told him how he was riding a long-haul train in the winter:
“At night, I went for mineral water to the restaurant car, on the way back, with a bottle of water in my hands, saw in the room between the cars (tambour, I tell him), where glasses were broken and snow was thrown, three men of the topless drink vodka, and they, Misha! They! They look at me like an idiot!! to