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🕑 Added 2022-01-31 16:27:57 +0000 UTC Hi guys! π I can not answer your messages, it gives an error "internal error", so I will answer everyone later. In the meantime, catch the story β€οΈ Do you love trains? As a Ρhild, I loved trains so much that I constantly asked my grandmother to take me to work with her. The way to her work was long, by subway. It was necessary to make transfers and go to many stations. I remember how I sat and looked out the window at every station. How mesmerized. It was a whole adventure for me. I had my own life in my head. I was so passionate about learning about the world and what surrounds me. I remember thinking that the names of the stations were names in connection with the events that took place there. I lived at the Pushkinskaya station, and I thought it was called that because Pushkin lived there. π I told my friends about it. I was so proud that I live where the great Russian poet lived. This inspired me and I found a book with his poems. Since as a Ρhild I was always drawn to something creepy and mysterious, I chose the poem "The Drowned Man" by Alexander Pushkin. I learned it by heart when I was 10 yΠ΅ars old. My first trip on a real train was to Moscow. I went to visit my mother. I remember lying on the upper level, looking out the window, music playing in my headphones, I felt so comfortable and so cool. This realization that I was riding a train inspired me. I stretched out on my bed and watched people. Someone took out the food that he took with him. You know, Russian people will understand me. We have one pattern, when people go somewhere, they always take food with them and it is always fresh cucumber, boiled eggs and sausage sandwiches. π Therefore, in Russian trains it smells exactly like that. Haha this is very funny. But it is these little things that make me feel alive, it is this that will help you immerse yourself in memories, in those moments when you lived. Now it is so rare to stop, freeze and just feel life. Why are we always in a hurry somewhere? Why are we always so busy? Why are we always so serious and business-like? I want to be a Ρhild again π€
