Also discovered a similar passion for tea and the samovar. But by now I have also bought my own little carton of moloko. Above is my last look at Moscow in the January snow. And now I am on the sleeper train to St Petersburg, drinking the tea, and drinking in the dictionary.
passing station at night
|Zoya, Olya by samovar|
Here we have snow, freight trains, snow, dachas, snow, tea, snow, stations, snow, a setting sun, a train corridor, snow, Zoya and Olya by the samovar, snow, railway tracks, snow, tea, snow, tea, snow . . .
And then this slow sleeper train which has stopped at sidings all night en route now gets in half an hour early. We tumble into a cold and very dark Saint Petersburg at 7 am.