Chapter 7 07 in the carriage

The first time the mail car choked from a happy thud [Note: Refers to the sound of music. 】Stand out, put on full power and save yourself whoever has a way!Stop and gallop away.The locomotive whistled from time to time, sometimes hissed out, sometimes puffed hard, and sometimes panted, the carriage trembled, howled like a wolf and croaked like an owl because the wheels were not fueled!In the sky, on the ground, and in the carriage, it was pitch black everywhere. Something is going to happen, something is going to happen!The old and trembling carriage made such a cry, woohoo, woohoo!The locomotive is waiting in the carriage, and the draft is constantly flowing along with the pickpockets touching people's pockets.It was terrible. I stuck my head out of the window, looking aimlessly at the endless distance.All the lights are green: there will probably be no trouble for a while.The round signals on the railway line and the lights on the stations are all gone There's only darkness, melancholy, thoughts of death, memories of childhood My God!

I'm guilty! !I muttered in a low voice, ah, I am deeply sinful. 】ah! Someone touched my trouser pocket behind me.There was nothing in the trouser pocket, but it was still scary and I turned back.Before me stood a stranger.He was wearing a straw hat and a dark gray blouse. What are you doing?I asked him, touching my trouser pocket at the same time. do nothing!I leaned over to the window to have a look!He replied, pulling his hands back and leaning against my back. The hoarse and piercing siren sounded, and the train began to go slower and slower, and finally stopped.I got out of the car and walked to the station cafeteria, wanting to drink some wine to strengthen my courage.

The canteen was packed with passengers and train staff. He said it was white wine, but it didn't even have a spicy taste!The dignified train conductor said to a fat gentleman.Mr. Fat wanted to say something, but couldn't: he had a year-old sandwich stuck in his throat. military police! ! !Gendarmerie! ! !Someone shouted on the platform, the sound was no less than the roar of saber-toothed cats, ichthyosaurs, and plesiosaurs that were hungry before the flood in ancient times. I walked over to see what was going on. Has a cockade [Note: A sign of working in a Russian government agency. ], pointing to his feet to the passengers.It was unfortunate for the man that his boots and socks were stripped off while he was sleeping soundly.

How can I walk now?he cried, I'm going to Rewell!You have to take care of it! A gendarme stood in front of him and kept saying to him: No shouting is allowed here. I went to my car No. 224.Everything in my compartment was the same: the darkness, the snoring, the smell of tobacco and bad wine, and the smell of Russian perfume.Next to me was sleeping a brown-red haired court interrogator, snoring, he was going from Ryazan to Kiev. Two or three steps away from the interrogator, a handsome woman was dozing in the nose of a peasant wearing a straw hat Wheezing, panting, turning over all the time, not knowing where to put the long legs so that someone was eating in the corner, smacking their mouths, so loud that everyone could hear a commoner lying under a chair, I slept very soundly.The car door creaked.In came two wrinkled little old women with small bags on their backs.

Just sit here, mother!One said, it's so dark!This is going to get ghosts hooked, I seem to be stepping on someone but where is Bajomu? Bajo wood?O saint!Where did he go?O saint! The little old woman hurriedly opened the window and glanced at the platform. Bajo wood!She yelled, where are you?we are here! I'm out of luck!A voice outside the window yelled, I will not be allowed on the train! Not allowed to get in the car?Who won't let it go?You spit on him!If you have a real ticket, no one can keep you from boarding! Tickets are no longer for sale!The ticket office is closed! Someone led a horse across the platform, clattering hoofs and snorting.

you come back!A gendarme shouted, where are you going?What are you doing? Petrovna!Bajomu wailed. Petrovna unburdened herself, and with the big tin pot in her arms, ran out of the car.The bell rang a second time.A small conductor with a black mustache enters. You should buy a ticket!He said to the old man sitting across from me, the ticket inspector is coming! Yeah?Well, that's not good. Who is he?Duke? come on duke you can't get here with a stick So who is it?Is it the bearded man? Yes, that's the bearded man Oh, if it's him, that's all right.He is a kind man. That's up to you.

Are there a lot of rabbits hitchhiking? There were forty or so. oh?Well done!Hey, these merchants! My heart constricted.I am also a hitchhiking rabbit.I'm always a rabbit when I go out on the road.On the railways, the so-called rabbits are those gentlemen who go to the conductor instead of the conductor to exchange money.Be a hitchhiking rabbit, readers, that's pretty cool!According to the price list that has not been published anywhere, the fare for rabbits should be discounted by 25%. Rabbits don’t have to crowd in front of the ticket office to buy tickets. Rabbits don’t have to take out tickets from their pockets to wait for inspection. In a word, you can have as many benefits as you want!

When did I pay for a ticket?The old man muttered, I have never bought it!I always give the conductor money.The conductor was not as good as Polyakov [Note: A wealthy Russian businessman at that time, the operator and lessee of the railway.Editor’s note in Russian version] Rich! The bell rang a third time. Ouch, that's amazing!The little old woman was in a hurry. Where was Petrovna?Now the third bell is ringing!This is God's punishment! She can't keep up with the car!Can't catch up with the bus, poor but her things are still here. These things, this small bag, what should I do?My dear ones, she really can't keep up with the bus!

The little old woman pondered for a moment. Then leave things for her too!She said, throwing Petrovna's packet out of the window. Our train is going to Hardeyevo [Note: The name of this station can be translated as clown. 】Stand away, but according to the guidebook, the place is called Frum Cemetery.The conductor and the conductor with candles entered the carriage. Take out your ticket!cried the conductor. Your tickets!The ticket inspector said to me and the old man. Embarrassed, we huddled together, hid our hands, and fixed our eyes on the encouraging face of the conductor. Check it out!said the ticket inspector to his companion, and walked away.We are saved.

Your ticket!you!Your ticket!The train conductor walked up to a sleeping boy and gave him a push.The boy woke up and took out a yellow ticket from his hat. Where are you going by car?The ticket inspector said, hold the ticket between your fingers and keep turning it, you shouldn't take this train! You, idiot, shouldn't be on this train!The train conductor said, you got on the wrong train, you fool!You are going to Shivoderovo, but our train is going to Hardejevo!To hell with you!Who told you to be so stupid! The boy blinked hard, stared blankly at the smiling passengers, and began to wipe his eyes with his sleeve.

don't cry!The passengers persuaded, you better beg them!You are such a strong fool, you are crying!You probably married your daughter-in-law and have children too. Your ticket!said the conductor to a lawnmower in a tall hat. What? Your ticket!turn around! ticket?Do you still need a ticket? ticket! ! ! If you understand it, you need to see it, so why not take it out?Just take it out! The lawnmower in the tall hat reached into his bosom to feel it, and after ten minutes of touching it, he took out a piece of dirty paper from his bosom and handed it to the ticket inspector. What are you doing with this?Here is the ID card!I want you to take out your ticket! I don't have any other tickets!said the lawnmower, visibly distraught. How can you ride without a ticket? I have given money. Who did you give it to?What nonsense are you talking about? To the night conductor. Which conductor? Who the hell knows which!Anyway, he was a night train driver and he said: You don’t need to buy a ticket, we’ll just take you there like this, okay, I didn’t buy a ticket Then wait until the station to talk to you!Your ticket, ma'am! The car door creaked and opened.To the astonishment of us all, Petrovna entered. It took me a long time, aunt, to find this carriage. Who would recognize it? These carriages are all the same. They didn’t let Bajomu get in after all. Those poisonous snakes. Where is my small bag? Oh I got the ghosts in my head I threw it out the window and left it to you!I thought you couldn't catch up with the car! Where did it go? Throwing it out of the window, who knows that you will catch up with the car again? Thanks who asked you to throw it?You are a witch, God forgive me for saying so!What can I do now?You don't want to throw away your own things, but you'd better throw out your ugly face!Hehehe, I wish I could make you blind! Just send a telegram to the next stop!The passengers persuaded her with a smile. Petrovna began to cry and curse.Her female companion clutched her bundle and wept too.A conductor walks in. Whose thing is this?With a cry he held Petrovna's things in his hand. What a beauty!I vis|a|vis[Note: French; opposite. 】The old man nodded to the pretty woman, and whispered to me, "Yes, it's so good to see ghosts, but unfortunately there is no Corofant [Note: An anesthetic, people become unconscious after smelling it. 】!It's better to take Corofant and let her smell it, and then kiss her like hell!Fortunately, everyone was asleep, and the man in the straw hat kept turning over and scolding his unruly legs so loudly that everyone could hear him. Those learned people, he murmured, probably no one can beat the nature of everything in the world.Those learned people, well, I'm afraid they can't think of a way to let people take off their legs and put them on again! I have nothing to do with this case. You can ask the deputy prosecutor!The investigating officer next to me was talking in his sleep. In the far corner, two middle school students, a sergeant, and a young man wearing blue glasses were playing cards enthusiastically by the light of four cigarettes. To my right sits a tall lady whose status is self-evident. Float over from her face powder and bachuli [Note: A labiatae plant produced in places such as India and Malaya, the leaves contain essential oils. 】The smell of perfume. Yo, how lovely the road is!There was a stupid fellow whispering in her ear in such a nasty, almost obnoxious way, with a French accent on purpose, that there was nowhere so pleasantly familiar in the blink of an eye as on a journey. stand up!I love you and love this road! They kissed and then they kissed God knows how! The handsome woman woke up, opened her eyes and looked at the passengers around, and then put her head on the passenger next to her in a daze, a priest of Phimis goddess of justice). ]'s shoulder and he, the fool, fell asleep! ! The train stops.It was a small station, and the train stopped for two minutes. A hoarse and trembling bass voice grunted outside the carriage.Two minutes passed, and another two minutes passed. Five minutes, ten minutes, twenty minutes passed, but the train never moved.What the hell is this going on?I got out of the car and walked towards the locomotive. Ivan.Matweitch!How long will it take you to fix it, soon?hell!The conductor shouted to the underside of the locomotive. The train driver crawled out from under the locomotive with his belly on the ground, his face flushed, dripping with sweat, and a small piece of soot sticking to his nose. Do you see God in your eyes?He said to the conductor, are you human?What are you urging?Didn't you see it or what?Hehe, I wish I could blind all of you!Is this also considered a locomotive?It's not a locomotive, it's a pile of rags!I can't drive this locomotive! So what to do? Do whatever you like!You change me a locomotive, I can't use this one!You have to put yourself in my shoes and think of the train driver's assistants running around the unrepaired locomotive, knocking, shouting, and the stationmaster, who is called the station, is standing aside, facing his assistants, wearing a red cap. Tell a hilariously amusing story about Jewish life It was raining and I went to my compartment. A stranger in a straw hat and a dark gray blouse ran past me with a suitcase in his hand.That box is mine, my god!