From the story of Plushkin.



It was a very long time when I studied at the Leningrad Institute of Engineers.

The railway transport. Do you expect me to write a great book?

For you, this is a bad taste!

And there was a train "Leningrad-Moscow" under the number 25 and c.

The name “Change”. Well, of course, not quite “your,” but guides

Students worked on it all year round. Not like the hookers.

Other schools only in the summer.

and here...



Here I have to make a small technical retreat.

There’s a “route board” hanging on the car, well, you’ve all seen it.

“Moscow-Leningrad”, “Leningrad-Vorkuta” (not about us said)

So here - hanging this board in Moscow, walking the peron for 20 minutes before

landing, suppose "left" in Peter you could have come "right", and that

To remove these boards, it was necessary to descend from the "unparalleled" side, to run away.

In the meantime, jumping and shooting it. Very uncomfortable, especially in winter.

Naturally, especially advanced guides, if in Bologom the train stood with

The "needed" side, walking on the peron, was comfortably taken this very

The board.

The end of the technical retreat.



As a harsh December time I was riding a tail car. From Peter

he was 15 (all rabbits were mine), from Moscow, respectively 1 (here about

The rabbits had to suck their feet. Meeting passengers, drinking them tea and

When I went to sleep, I did not go to bed, in spite of my usual behavior.

“Senders,” and remained in his wagon. I sat down and drank tea.

I read, I slept a little. Here is the Bollywood!

“Why did I get bored?” I thought. Not to join the

I wonder where they all gathered.

But I wanted to combine the pleasant with the useful - I will run on the peron!



And faster, and at the same time the route board! We stand on the “needed”

on the side!

And though I was not dressed according to the season, but in the "most conductive nightwear"

I decided to run on the snow. You ask, what is this “special” form?

Very simple - slats on a barefoot, old trailers, and (highest chic!)

A white tea jacket on the naked body.

Running out in such a stumbling on the peron, blocking the door and removing the board, I

Going on the peron.

The second wagon was closed...Erunda!

The third car was closed... Yes, I’m going in the middle.

The fourth is closed... the fifth... the sixth... It seems that everyone has gathered in

The tail.

and here!! to

The train stumbled. Rushed again. and went.

It is no-e!! to

I ran like a wounded man on the platform. In your car!! to

No to!! He is no longer on the platform! Instead of running to the 10th - the headquarters!! There in

The box should always be open!! Boom is not far away. This is

The door of the station wagon closed, and he passed by me...I even saw

The driver’s back. My friend WOW!

I stood on an empty snow-covered peron in sloppy slats, old

in a white tea jacket on the naked body, compressed in the hands

The route board. At the end of December, at the yard minus 25, and I am like a monument

The late passenger.



“But this is already a failure,” thought Stirlitz, “and the most important thing is that we have nothing to do.

They will know...”



Although at that moment I didn’t think about our own, or about our own, or about our own.

No guides, no passengers.



I thought what would happen next... The snow did not fall, it was very cold and

wet (the bottles began to slip out of the snow)



and here!! to



No, don’t think anything like that – the train did not come back after me, and I didn’t.

I woke up in my bed. I remembered!! to



“Red Arrow” – these are the magic words! The train leaves Moscow.

Later "Change", in Bolog we are almost together, and in Peter "Red Arrow"

comes the first!! to



Where are you?!!! Where is the red train? Here is!! On the contrary! I jumped with

platforms, and passing through the composition, falling onto the platform was

In front of the Red Arrow.



The car in front of me was closed.

I almost died on the spot. But gathering the will in the fist, he began to drum.

Through the door of the car...



Kolya was a driver in Afghanistan, father of three children, moderate drinking,

And finally, as a guide on a good account with the boss. And never, you

Listen to! Never lost consciousness. Not even when his car was struck.

Candagram, neither when he planted 1.5 liters of samsung, nor even when

My wife told me she was waiting for a trio.

But it all happens for the first time... Later he justified himself: “Well, imagine,

We stood in Bologoe - a little drunk - three hundred grams, a delicious snack - all

well well! There are rabbits, there are no audits. Suddenly knocking at the door! I think again in

Tickets for the train sold! I go to Tampere! I see what it is worth.

the monster in a white jacket with a iron in his hands and what is joyful

The Shot. All of! Here I realized what white heat looks like. and cut off...”



He broke up, and what should I do? Where is it?!! Where there is open

The door? → go out! Through the car! Sooner or later, or I hear three more minutes.

I don’t want to be a father – the eggs will tremble!



I enter the open door and then into the car. FU-U is! I am saved!



Someone is looking at me... Lovely Svetlana Petrovna described a nightmare like this

What happened to her:

"Well, imagine, we are standing in Bologoe - a little drunk - three hundred grams, wonderful.

Eat it, it is okay! There are rabbits, there are no audits. What do they have with the wheels?

They are the same... Are they not twins? I opened the passenger and stood by.

Titanium I pour tea and I remember I closed the door or not? As suddenly

From behind she heard a suspicious noise...When she turned around, she saw a zombie!

White skin (it is so tea jacket) wrapped on the red body (more

Not the red! It is cold, the legs are frozen.

It didn’t look very good, and cuddly! I didn’t understand, I see it anyway.

Svetlana Petrovna drank more than 300 grams) And in the hands of the oak! and eyes

They are burning the “fire of hell!”(This is from happiness. The zombies pushed her away.

I went to the hot titanium.



“Everyone,” understood Svetlana Petrovna, “will eat with tea!”

But then the zombie blissfully smiled and suddenly asked, “Is there vodka?”

I had to warm up!



And here Svetlana Petrovna couldn’t stand: “That alkashi has already shaken!

You, the shit, have done so well! I barely carried the whole car. Fi, what

words, and looks like a decent woman)"She decided that I was ordinary

A man looking for a place to squeeze.



“Free, I can only throw the coal in the ass, shit.

They write in the books "untranslated game of words") - it seems to be so.

It brought in order the distressed feelings of Svetlana Petrovna.



“Madame! I started my emotional speech, but I didn’t have time to finish it.



“You whom ‘Madame’ called,.... (well you understood) went on... here you are.

I also understood when I understood you... (and then you also understood)

Melting in the conduction coupe, Svetlana Petrovna flew from there.

The Squirrel! What a precautionary woman!“I had time to think.

“Go out!” What a bad! go out! I stayed!”

What?! Go out in the snow!! In the cold?! No is! Better than death.

Under the hat!! to



Luckily, the train hit at that moment and we went.



I am saved!!“I understood it.



Then I told Svetlana Petrovna my sad story.

She was barely described by laughter. Although it is funny! So little of it –

She brought all the conductors, including the awakening Cole, and I got to the bis.

I repeated this story 16 times. Everything is “nearly described.”



Of course, I was fed, drunk, laid asleep, awakened in the morning.



I waited for my train in the Red Arrow, but I also stormed.

Waiting in front of your car. So I waited in the car of Svetlana Petrovna!

He is in the middle! And my first! When the train arrived, I ran out.

the platform, boldly ran to his wagon with a route board in his hands. You are

I have not seen the stretched faces of my companions. Probably decided that

I am Gluck.



Overall, the story ended well. The passengers noticed nothing. I am

became a popular personality among conductors, and even auditors (which

By the way, I often helped during the audit - "And this is the same

The snowman!) The girls began to look at him as a polar hero.

The only victim was Kolya – he stopped drinking.



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