Но в Украйна за първи път се срещнах с тези общи спални вагони за дълги пътувания и съм просто във възторг!
Това е като едно номадско селище на релси, но невероятно организирано -
всеки вагон си има стопанин ("проводник"), който ти дава място, прави ти чай и ти дава чисти чаршафи (срещу малко заплащане).
Мъже, дядовци, семейства, студентки, пияници, всички заедно пътуващи като в безкрайно дълга хижа.
Всички вие споделяте половин денонощие от живота си, без стени, и така напълно нормално, защото така пътувате още от деца.
Това е една малка ода която посвещавам на този невероятен свят!
Може би един ден ще покрия транс-сибирската линия, кой знае? : )
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You already know my love to the trains with coupes, Ι will not expound.
In them you can get to know the human kin most fully, they contain the soul of the country you are passing through!
But in Ukraine I saw for the first time common sleeping carriages. I am ecstatic!
It is like a nomad settlement but on railtracks and perfectly organized!
Every carriage has its husband, who gives you your place, makes tea for you and for a small sum also distributes clean bedlinen and he makes sure nobody pees while the train is passing through defined hygienic zones (certain villages).
Men, grannies, families, drunkards, girls, you share a day or night of your life all together, without screens and walls! And this - so usual, because it is how you have been travelling ever since childhood!
This is my small visual ode dedicated to this amazing world of train journey!
Maybe one day I will take up the trans-Siberian line, who knows? : )
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С часове няма светлини, няма села, а пътищата са такива каквито трябва да бъдат - с една само лампа при жп прелеза, която те удря и облива като масло!
Отпускаш се отново назад, твърде възбуден за да спиш. Наблюдаваш небето и мечтаеш мечтите на пътешественика. Спи под звездите, ти ще спиш, а гората ще лети на Запад. А към теб идват неизвестните пространства на Изтока, където човекът не е още господар, а мушичка.
На сутринта събуждането е трудно, но и няма за къде да се бърза!
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The first night was magical for me, there is something in common with sleeping out under the stars:
you raise your head and the bright moon shines on you through the night treetops
and the treestops fly past in an endless chain!
There appear meadows and hills and a perspective, and all is black and silver, the Moon conquered it all! And runs past, flies away!
There is no artificial lights on horizon for hours, no villages. The roads are as they should be -
with only one lamppost, at the railcrossing.
It suddenly bathes you and kills your eyes.
You lie back down, but too excited to be able to sleep. You look at the lodestar and dream the dreams of the traveller. Sleep under the sky, boy, while you sleep the forest will trickle to the west! The expanses of the east will be coming closer, where man is no more master but a fly and mystery and wonder awaits you.
After such sleepless night, in the morning waking up is difficult but anyway there is nowhere to hurry to, yet.
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Kilometres of Toys
Of course, like in an oriental tale, the wonders are not late to make their appearance!
The impossibly long platform in some small village (trains here have 20 and more carriages
and train stations are built accordingly) is buried in Toys! Toys imported from Belarus! Tons of them, exactly and only here, in the centre of Ukraine - a thousand km from Belarusian border!
This remained the topic of chat along the train for a quarter hour after we pulled off.
Изгрев - сподавено очакване и златна светлина.
След още два-три часа ще пристигнем, а това ще бъде началото на един съвсем нов и различен ден!
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Morning in the train has a special gentleness - Tea with lemon and own breakfast of salami and cheese and the new villages outside!
The people after good night`s sleep awaken one by one and start to chatter. The girls in various pijamas shuffle and laugher.
Sunrise brings golden tint and also barely repressed anticipation - in a few hours more we will arrive in a city of wonder and a completely new and different morning will start!
In the heated arguments on past and present,
soviet and Iushtchenko,
pensions and criminals,
the beautiful villages outside fly past unnoticed...
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Така сме направени ние. Имаме очи за грозното и отчайващото,
а сме потънали в красота, която само чужденеца като мен ще види!
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Past and present,
soviet and Iushtchenko,
pensions and criminals,
good and bad...
as we know it everywhere in truly Eastern Europe!