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28 may/9 June. […] On arrival in Pavlovsk, went to the train station. Grand Duke Mikhail Pavlovich was there. He approached the crew. He was asked to sit with us, that they executed. He hugged the Grand duchesses, said,
the Bear Smarandache thank you for the honor which you render it, by visiting his lair.
Among other things, he told how in the morning, with lack of available seats in the train, he had to fit in one of the last cars with the peasants, who, according to him, was very embarrassed, not knowing how to behave. The Grand Duke was in good spirits and forced to drive around their possessions. […]
17/29 Jan. In Moscow I spent a week. From St. Petersburg went to the Minister. We were given a special wagon, which housed also Yakov Ivanovich Rostovtsev (Lieutenant-General, eminent statesman – Ed.). The train was huge: a lot of people went to the anniversary of Moscow University. An upcoming celebration, excited great sympathy in all who ever and what ever he studied. We were accompanied by deputies from all classes of St. Petersburg scientists and educational institutions. James I. most of them called at our wagon. There was a M. V. Ostrogradsky, Shulgin, Milutin, Director of the corps of pages, Schools of jurisprudence, etc.
James I. made a real feast; Breakfast is served; did not spare the wine; society became noisy and fun. Then playing cards sat at card tables, and the rest were divided into groups, where the conversation lasted long into the night.
so, the journey, thanks Rostovtseva was busy. Our car was well cleaned and heated. In Moscow we arrived the next morning at nine o’clock. On the landing stage the Minister was met by the Trustee, the rector and deans of the University. […]
1/13 Aug. […] In Peterhof to the Railways station during the illumination distributed on 27 July was twice what he could accommodate the cars. This was a crush and a terrible mess. The audience, seeing that the authorities do not act and citizens are left without protection and betrayed the sacrifice of thieves-entrepreneurs finally decided to crack down. She smashed cars glass, beat servants and broke the cash register, and so on and so on and so forth. What does it all mean? What does this pandering scoundrels to the detriment of honest and peaceful people? […]
August 22/September 3. Friday. (Livadia). Last Sunday evening I went in the Royal train from St. Petersburg. In Kolpino took the train the Emperor and with him the secret of his family. On hearing this, we all accompanied his Majesty was very surprised and somewhat embarrassed, fear of being put in an awkward position. Notwithstanding were no special discomfort, except that got us piled in these cars n��much differently than in previous trips, so in the dining room of the train we could not pass through the Royal carriage, and had each time to catch the instant stopping at stations. Only gr. Adlerberg, gr. Loris-Melikov and Ryleev were already initiated in the mystery of marriage, was placed particularly, from the ladies ‘ compartment and the dining room.
the New wife of the king, the Princess yurevskaya, with two children, never came out of his car and throughout the journey we never saw her once. […]
on 22 October/3 November. Over the last few days – a terrible catastrophe at Kharkov-Orel road on 17 October. Without shudder it is impossible to listen to details of the crash of the Royal train. Amazing how the Lord preserved the Royal family.
Yesterday Salov told us the details transmitted by Posetim when they returned yesterday from Gatchina, on arrival of the Emperor. The Royal train consisted of five cars: two engines behind them – the car electric lighting, wagon, which housed workshops, car poset, carriage class II for servants, kitchen, pantry, dining room, car led. princesses – letter D, letter A – the car of the Emperor and of the Queen, a letter From the crown Prince, ladies of the Suite is a letter To the Ministerial Suite is a letter Oh, escort and baggage No 40 – B. the Train was going at a speed of 65 miles per hour between stations Taranovka and Borki. Late for 11/2 hours at scheduled times and catching up, as in Kharkov is expected to meet (there is a little darkness in the story: who was ordered to leave soon?). […]
4/16 of June. Yesterday, June 3, at 5 PM I have come to Dubrovka – left Saratov is 11 hours and 23 minutes. I love strangers yet the Railways. Each, even in cars, its special physiognomy, not to mention the public, workers and the environment.
At one station, banging and clattering, rolled the oncoming freight train. Long, long rolled past the monotonous oil cars cylinders with turrets until someone invisible was waving to the driver of a green lantern But green lantern suddenly on someone’s wave turned red and stopped in the air. Squeaked buffer, the train stopped with a red lantern happened a new transformation: he turned yellow and humbly pressed in the corner against the wall where it was flickering like a Firefly in the grass around me on the ground jumped a young guy guard, who all these transformations. He was placed on platformone, newpane with railings, sticky side to one of the oil industry.
is it Really you standing here all the time on the go train? I asked.
the Conductor raised his eyes to my window, saw me and said:
– All the time. Clean trouble.
– Windy, cold.
– How is not cold, judge for yourself – it will blow through. Yes it would be OK. The main thing – it is dangerous. Shake, just hold on! That and look will fall. Who invented this thing, that he arms, legs withered.
Yes, a good tool to recapture the sleep train workers, hanging conductors on some boards, side flying trains: fell asleep and will fly on rails as a chip!
the train whistled and moved on – we were waiting for a freight train, and after a while, looking back, I had the pleasure to see that yellow flashlight moved again. This conductor was perched on his galleraki… […]
16/28 June. […] On one of the nearby stations, occupied by summer residents at the Kursk railway. d. near Moscow, one witness says that on Monday the 13th and Wednesday the 15th of June, when the Emperor drove back the train, filled with passengers, took the back way, locked the Windows, doors, draped in curtains and surrounded by soldiers with loaded guns, aiming at the wagons. Then all the cars passed the officer and told the passengers that anyone will dare to open a window in that will shoot. Thus, i.e., such security and such threats, the train sat for 4 hours.
14/27 Oct. Sevastopol. Yesterday we had Sidecar. He told me that in the last visit of the king to Sevastopol all met the Royal train missed it, did not notice. When he came over, met him with stony silence, mistaking it for the retinue train that came half an hour earlier, what no one knew. Tyrtov sheepishly came over with an apology to the king. The king went out, frowning, dissatisfied. Usually in advance when you see the train start shouting “hurrah”, jubilation and so on., i.e. what is officially called “salute”. The Queen also showed no hi.
30 April/13 may. Yesterday he tried to send a train from the Far North; the train was full of the public, wishing to avoid a siege, mostly women and children, of course, the more affluent, the poorest could not even think about leaving. But to the North Pulandian way damaged, and the Japanese opened fire on the train; had to return.
on March 1/14. Now back from Kemer. In the White Island our train delayed for almost an hour – there was a thorough examination. First was the regular customs officials, and after that twice Presario entire train gendarmes under the command of some Lieutenant Colonel. Was Unscrew the fan cover on the sinks, etc. Seven people from our car went in it just twenty-shower – was taken to a personal search; in the next car was subjected to this pleasure entirely all passengers.
What were they looking for and what was the matter – I don’t know, but nothing was found and nobody was detained. To the Peter the cars sticking out spies.
17/30 July. Today after class I went to Buzunovym. Foggy and gloomy. On the ring road accidentally fell into an excursion train on[the company] “Slavia” – pleasure trip around Moscow; met a student, got to Rostokino, watching stops what detskou R��the pride rushed tourists, the martyrs of the city in the sickly colours of the railway. […]
21 December/3 January 1912. Tuesday. […] Dora Lurie. This is the name and the name of my new friend, as the dream flashed in my mind. […]
It would be strange if we for 35 hours, sitting one against the other, and, moreover, only one in the compartment of the car, not talking to each other and not made, though the most common, which can be in the car, talking. Approaching Ryazan, where I was going to lunch, I told her first, putting on his coat: “You don’t need anything at the station?” “No, merci, I wanted to send a telegram, but do not know the numbers of the train, which will arrive in Rostov. Better in kozliv or in Voronezh”.
I said that in kozliv the train is 2 hours and 15 minutes, and the trail. it’s much more convenient to send a telegram. So ended our conversation and I went to dinner on the station. When he returned, I took his place. In our Department, was another man (which then soon got off the train), and so three of us started a small conversation on the “train” theme. […]
16/29 may. Now the train moved; the mood calm and solemn: the way can be great! […]
the Usual hassle fees, packaging and shipment. In 4 days we leave for Sochi; the trains wait for a long time; finally in Moscow and the Kiev railway station. To all my mood is cheerful, humble; the policeman asking if he can put things in sight, some cash (I’m single, porter did not take); please my humble and gendarme with special politeness and courtesy says that you can. Reseal the basket: heavy pound on the two and pull a few books. Then call Kotlyarenko (at her request): the ratio of it to the conversation it seems that she forgot that she asked me to call and talking to pro forma; wishes all the best – also seems to be pro forma. Goodbye, Moscow! […] Goodbye, the heart of Russia, I’m going to its outskirts!
26 July/8 August. this Morning my Kislovodsk Express caught up in Kharkov Sevastopol train and me having a place in the International society, moved into it. When started, I realised I left my coat in Kislovodsk train. Had to Telegraph to declare to the police, but the case ended well and coat promised to send in Gurzuf.
Although the train was full, in my International wagon was empty, the train dragged slowly, time slower, and I drearily all day. Boredom saw her face, found under the eyes and on the corners of the lips, wrinkles, decided that my face loses its freshness, and that in General I feel sluggish and need to engage in physical development: winter Sokolsky to do gymnastics in the summer to settle somewhere in the village from morning to evening to do field work.
Ekaterina Manakova
July 20/August 2. […] Tonight I went to the station PRto bogati military train. People were weight. Tears, tantrums… And departing look cheerful. Say: “do Not Tekoite will not give in”. It was sad when the train moved. One of the departing, intelligent man shouted from the car: “Stay with God, don’t be discouraged, go back as heroes.” A loud “hurrah” was the answer to him. Men took off their hats, waving them, shouting “hurrah” until he fled the train, the women were crying. […]
July 21/August 3. Monday. Today early morning we spent on the war uncle toll, brother of the Pope. Cried he really cried and all of us. A lot of them went today, in their train many and sent horses, beautiful, young. Near the train of the departing one played the balalaika, the other danced Russian. Oh, valiant prowess!
At the time, as we were at the station, drove a lot of military trains. Of all the cars waved their hats and shouted “hurrah” from the platform they responded in kind. […]
George Gostout
23 July/5 Aug. […] At the station you do get. Observe how life unloaded-lancers. Just going to leave, when we notice the train from the border. Decide to wait for him. The train consists of locomotive and three boxcars. In one of them, on the straw, lying bandaged wounded two border guards and four rank and file infantry regiment 109. From their stories we learn that Verzhbolovo busy right now to mobilize a battalion of the regiment 109 of the Volga. This morning the Germans attacked, but were repulsed; in this battle, and was wounded our interlocutors.
In the last car sat a prisoner, a Prussian infantryman, a small, fiery-red, helmet under the protective cover, and guarding its border. This is the first wounded and the first prisoner that we see from the beginning of the war. […]
30 March/12 April. the Great Thursday. Heavy news in the Newspapers. Gene. Brusilov complains about the Exodus of soldiers from the front. Soldiers overwhelmed the train into the wagons without a ticket, repairing of violence against rail employees. Gene. Alekseev – the Supreme commander – dispatched cavalry regiments at large junction station for catching these soldiers and return them to the front. Is it an army? It’s just a crowd of peasants in gray uniforms, fled home for the holidays. […]
24th December. in Spite of the impossible conditions for any trips, I decided to Nata to visit in Belgorod the elderly.
at 10 o’clock in the morning came from the South, the train schedule was to arrive at 9 o’clock. You can get to it physically could not and had to wait for the next one. This train came at about 11 o’clock. We rushed to the second classes, but sassy way rushed the soldiers with knapsacks and quickly scored all the free space and openings – all free passengers. Civilians almost was not. How many Treasury bears the losses from such a “free” movemovement, hard to say! In the coupe I noticed the sailors. The military element within the Empire, on land is pretty rare, but now they are like cockroaches, spread to Russia and do business, is not peculiar to land-based seamen.
the Cars were not topline. I Nati all the time stood by the window, was impossible to move. One sailor Here you are offered to sit in the compartment, she refused. In a few minutes the other sailor was harder to invite in the compartment. I broke down and said to the sailor rather sharply:
– Please do not bother.
the Sailor behind.
In Vermont, we arrived at three o’clock in the afternoon. The city went on foot with relatively light ropes with bags of shopping. […]
20 Dec / 2 Jan 1918. Minsk. […] Just returned from Sabroski, where he took the remaining things and said goodbye to the Dragoons. However, not all squadrons, and those that had remained loyal, comrades and friends. It was a pity especially Krolenko, Fedorenko, esikova, Pavlova and my Kovalchuk.
What’s going on in trains, defies description. Full of not only cars, but also the tender and the engine, and an outhouse. Human bunches hanging on the footboards of the carriages, risking every minute to fall down and smash his head.
In my possession was a part of the footboard of the rear of the car. Suitcase managed to put through a complex combination of belt, carriage lantern and the roof of the car. On the bridge I was almost dropped, but, in General, except for a slightly frostbitten feet, I rode to Minsk safely. […]
23/I […] Arrived from Kursk to St. Moscow passenger train which drove the profiteers, was surrounded by militiamen and took away the profiteers flour. At this time the station came from Petrograd train, EN route to the South. The former in the train of armed men stood up for the soldiers, profiteers, opened fire on police, disarmed them and took them with bread bags. At the station Moscow 2-I train with the sailors was detained by the guards, who returned weapons taken from the police. Where is selected from speculators flour, could not figure out.
January 28/February 10. During the day, drove only 300 miles, lots of stops due to breakage of the rolling stock. Oncoming passenger train no glass to break down the doors; in the soft cars, the whole inside ripped out. Podsazhivaetsya to us, the stragglers from the trains comrades, leaving, bringing rugs, curtains, window straps, even copper clove, but suffer only corridors and restrooms.
once Again in an empty area; at the stations is empty, it is impossible to get neither bread nor milk. […]
12/25 February. Yesterday, last, right, returned by train from S. Petersburg. He left at night from 10th to 11th and drove for about 40 hours in a freight car on his suitcase with two sandwiches. At the stations, in addition to Bologoe, no food. In Bologoe (about 12 o’clock in the morning of the 11th) he bought a piece of goose.
He was one intellectual among soldiers and 5 sailors with huge bales (that’s right, stolen). The sailors and soldiers with him were friendly helpful, one gave your suitcase to better sit down, others were treated to tea, but since he was disgusted, he took them in his glass to boiled water and lit tile coffee, stir with the handle from a toothbrush. The sailors broke down in Lyuban ‘ the stove from another car and began to sink, so the top was warm but the nights very cold (at home after brandy could not keep warm).
26 Nov. […] recently from the whites there were two armored trains. Now we are almost daily witnessing the fights of armored trains. The entire staff goes out of supply trucks, the soldiers emerge from the trenches to see the spectacle.
the White train from Barking station heading towards the lower-Baranchinskiy plant. Barely leaning out of the woods, open fire on the station Baranca where is our headquarters, and on the bare hill near the railroad.
Then from out the hollows of the heroic armored train fellow Bystrov and boldly opened fire on the two white trains. The whites begin to maneuver, and we smoke from the locomotives defined by their place. Our train does not weaken the fire, and the enemy train as fast as I could, rushing to bark.
But once suffered and red armored train. Enemy shell landed in front of the ballast area. The train backtracked and walked to the station under the guise of the regimental battery. When the ballast area was repaired, the train again ran to the edge of the forest, which hid the white. We were cheering, waving, tossing hats. […]
September 11. […] Asked: whether there is a train for the coast? If not – decide to walk. Yay! In half an hour the train Odessa-Main. Sit on the bench. Eat sunflower seeds around the village ladies, walk the railroad, a young <illegible> the security officer with an arrogant pimply face constantly pulls out a huge revolver and presses it back into the holster. I take out of my coat pocket, “the Garden of Epicurus” and read it. The sun was hot back affectionately.
At 5 o’clock train comes and takes me to the estuary. I’m not afraid to catch the little Sophie – maybe once she’s at the beach? Oh, go away without seeing her. But afar through the trees torn something red and white, in a hurry, cropped hair. Happiness! It. It’s here. Tanned. All agree. Married – Yes, married. Without any reservations and restrictive conditions. The famous condition no longer exists – as if it was not. Ready to wait years. Loves me so much that I feel hot. Phew! you do not understand. I know one thing – leaving in a few days, and it’s the worst. But I see it all clearer and clearer that without her I cannot live.
June 12-13. The train from Moscow to Ryazan departed in the night, m[Ozhet] to be 1 am. I drove the car hard, p��napolnenno black people. I customarily took place earlier and was eagerly waiting for when the train will move in a way that the car is not crammed even more people. But the train, as luck would have hesitated. More and more people have basements.
the Third call (then was given not two as now, and three calls). In the train burst into five or women with bags, who are they, panting, dragged into the car. The train moved. The venerable public began to be placed and distributed on a crowded train. I sat on a short bench that to embarrass me it was impossible. Over my head was overloaded with Luggage shelf. Luggage in the car, it was a lot: bags, baskets, units were not only on shelves but on the floor, under the benches, in the aisles, wherever they can… People also took everything there was to do. Included the last woman sat on the floor near me. From conversations I learned that it was a woman from the village Kutukova, selling onions. People absolutely uncivilized and utterly rude. As soon as Baba sat on the floor, now began to eat and, having eaten, went to sleep. Then one of them came up with the idea to put the bag on the shelf above my head.
– You be careful, woman! As if the head fell off.
And I shit on your head! rollicking said the woman.
what to talk to these people. Ryazan didn’t have a single minute to sleep: it was hard. In the car, it was a strong stench and stuffiness. Especially salty stank nadopasana kutusovskiy women. […]
July 31. […] Switched to funny jokes. Zorin started to remember how in 1920 he returned to Moscow train Zinoviev from Baku where they held so-called rides with the peoples of the East… […]
– I also recalled an episode from this trip, says Radek. – Between the cars was the telephone, but the passage from car to car was not, it was possible to cross only at stops. Rode the train two pretty girls. Zinoviev them this way and that way and invited them to his cabin. But at the last minute the girls came to me. I’m calling Zinoviev and welcome to join me, knowing that it was hopeless to stay on the trail[o]. the station, which will be in three hours. Imagine the state of Zinoviev I think that with this incident, we have started on the initiative of Zinoviev differences on Kominternovsky issues… […]
1 Nov. Today opened the first movement of an electric train from the Yaroslavl station. I also rode on the first train, accompanying Kaganovich. At the station Zelenogradskaya rally. Here is a plan to create a town of rest for workers. To build a luxury motels, sports facilities, swimming pools, hospitals. Vividly talked about this Mikhail Koltsov.
on 24 June. […] I like to look at the coming train – there is a great charm. No wonder the train on the platform of Isakogorka goes out here all they sayodegi. The train leaves, but the Telegraph continues to Bob. Spare ways run locomotives, wagons loaded with firewood, moving compositions. The road never sleeps. Pass trains with exiles from the South and North. […]
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