I was driving from Peter to Moscow last night. The train, probably, along with the mammoths tundra rolled - the wagons inside scattered, dirt, stoves, shelves prehistoric, the toilet just to see scary. Even the conductor under the bed is a strong man with a jacket remotely reminiscent of a cotton. And in this miracle of technology somewhat the wind brought three guys-French, who in addition got sidewashes =) They heated very long and loudly, many times checked the numbers of places and sincerely could not believe that in the area of the capitals still run trains of this type and in such conditions. They, of course, roared for a long time when they realized that they were driving on these short shelves on the side, and in the morning they broke up and shared clear impressions. In general, I have not been so ashamed of my homeland for a long time, thanks to my native RJD =). c) the necromosa