![]() ![]() In one of the third-class carriages, right by the window, two passengers had, from early dawn, been sitting facing one another-both were young people, both traveled light, both were unfashionably dressed, both had rather remarkable faces, and both expressed, at last, a desire to start a conversation. As usual, everyone was tired, everyone’s eyes had grown heavy in the night, everyone was chilled, all the faces were pale and yellow, matching the color of the fog. ![]() Among the passengers were some returning from abroad but the third-class compartments were more crowded, mainly with common folk on business, from not too far away. It was so damp and foggy that it had just barely grown light within ten paces to the right and left of the rails, it was difficult to make out anything at all from the carriage windows. In late November, during a thaw, around nine in the morning, a train on the Petersburg–Warsaw railway line was approaching Petersburg at full blast. Toate formatele și edițiile Toate formatele și edițiileĬreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform –īottom of the Hill Publishing – November 2014 ![]()
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