One night in Russia, in the night train, leaving Vologda, direction Arkhangelsk, without any food, and a drunken waitress in the bufet, we felt lost.
One night in Russia, in the night train, leaving Vologda, direction Arkhangelsk, without any food, and a drunken waitress in the bufet, we felt lost. |
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