I have a friend and she has a sister. by Galia. She is of normal growth, and her sister is small. Very very small. That is a dwarf. But they don’t like when they’re called so, but they love when they’re just small.
She is under thirty and she works as a watchmaker. Very good master. And man is not bad.

And they, the little ones, have their own puddle. Intercity of scale. But they are not so many, and they communicate there with each other, write, friends, and go to visit each other.

And here once Gal was invited to a wedding, to friends, like the little ones.
Well, she bought gifts, picked up a suitcase and went.

This is where we took it, of course, and put it on the train. She was also met there. The wedding ended and she was put back on the train. We were ready to meet here. The train arrives at night, transit, costs three minutes.

On the other side of the road, such trouble happened to her.

During the day when she was on the train, her suitcases were thrown up. Then all slept. And at night she wakes up, half an hour before her arrival, and in a crowd of none. Everybody went down.
The suitcase is up there, in the luggage compartment.
What to do?
Wake up the guide.
I dressed up and ran. There is no conductor. The car is sleeping.
He ran back.
In the neighboring house the door is opened.
I watched a man sleeping on the lower shelf.
Let him shake. “The Uncle! The Uncle! Help Christ to remove the suitcase from above!
The man opened his eyes, stared at her and said, “Let me take off my suitcase! Get up on your knees! “Are we all beasts?”
When the man realized that no one stands on his knees before him, he got even more upset.

Shortly, when the train approached, on the perron (low platform) descended a huge, metre under two, a man in cowards, a suitcase in one hand, our Galia's arm. He cautiously dropped her to the ground, threatened us with a finger, and with a chilling sleepy voice said:
Are you crazy to let her go?
and back into the wagon.