Long train journeys are always the most boring, even on the best trains - a tourist train originally designed to transport Muscovites to the Caucasus for vacation, most of the carriages are luxury sleeping compartments. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

With carpets underfoot, wooden planks, and a dining car that resembles a luxury smoking room in a Moscow hotel, with traditional Russian palace décor.

This time, the central government took a little thought to send the youth delegation to the Transcaucasia -- but there is another version: the railway department could not use the wagons to pull such a group of people, but fortunately there was such a tourist train in the garage that was not useful for the war, and it happened to be used for waste.

However, the speed of the special train is not fast, and it is often necessary to give way to the train, and the passengers have little opinion on this point - in the eyes of the passengers, any train that pulls military supplies is more important than themselves, and now there are only military special trains left on the railway!

The only "grievance" is that the snipers often look at the humble military columns passing by in the opposite direction: they would rather they be on a luxury train not on a special train to Asia, but all the way northwest to the battlefield!

As for the rest of the group, Vasily and his group were much less interested in foreign visits, and even when they slept, they dreamed that they were on the front line, often startling their partners in the same box.

I don't have the heart to play chess, and after more than three days of hard work, I have already exhausted the interest of several people in playing chess, and I am not even interested in hiding in the box and sleeping luxuriously. I slept well in those days in Moscow, and now I'm itching!

Lyudmila sat on the leather couch in the corner of the dining car and wiped her gun, while the other four also looked for their own places, how to lie comfortably and how to lie - since they were idle, the best way to keep the soldiers at their leisure was to adjust them.

The conductor knew all the combat heroes in the dining car, but he was a little unaccustomed to the movements of the five officers - the man did not have the capable spirit of a soldier, and the beautiful female lieutenant had a straight face all day long, as cold as the weather outside!

All of them were already officers, including Pavlov, who had been awarded the rank of lieutenant for an interesting reason: according to the custom of the British, visiting friendly officers were allowed to carry sidearms on their territory, but soldiers were often not among them. Moreover, in Western capitalist countries, the treatment of officers and soldiers and non-commissioned officers is completely different, and the boundaries are very clear.

Since Britain and the United States had such a rule, Molotov simply proposed before leaving that all visiting soldiers be promoted to officers to avoid some unnecessary trouble.

However, it is clear that the sniper rifles of the snipers and the assault rifles of Comrade Pavlov's favorite cannot be used as sidearms, and the cold lieutenant is wiping a brand new "Tokarev", which the servicemen carry with them as well.

Lyudmila was also bored, borrowed tools from Pavlov, and in a few minutes wiped the pistol inside and out, reassembled it and stuffed it into the holster.

"Ivan, how long will it take to arrive?" The girl asked the handsome guy lying on the side of the sofa with his eyes closed.

"Huh?" Ivan Shidorenko is clearly absent-minded.

"Comrade Shidorenko, I asked how long it will be before we get to Baku?!"

"The snowflakes in the sky know. Here, who knows? Shidorenko got up lazily.

"I think you've read too many novels, and your mind is full of poetry!" Vasily teased Lieutenant Sidorenko, who was better looking than him, "The cold wind of Siberia, hurry up and blow this bastard son of Satan to Berlin!" I can't stand it anymore! ”

This caused a burst of laughter from the other two guys: because Sidorenko is so good-looking, the comrades will ridicule him as Satan's illegitimate son, otherwise how could he grow like this!

Vasily and Pavlov are the standard "big Leba faces", and when it comes to this appearance, the strong iron alliance formed with the Pavlov building must have united against Sidorenko, and Ludvik was generally on Vasily's side.

"You cripple, beware of being a one-eyed dragon!" Shidorenko cursed Vasily with the most vicious words, because that "Big Leba" always had trouble with him!

"It doesn't matter, aim with your left eye now, the one-eyed dragon can see more clearly, hehe." Vasily behaved like a scoundrel - in fact, his relationship with Sidorenko was absolutely iron, and he attacked each other only because he had been bored for a few days.

Vasily had been exercising for some time and was originally a "standard lame", but it would have been much better, and it would have been a basic rehabilitation. However, his vision in his right eye is like 400 degrees of myopia, and it is almost impossible to think about it - after practicing aiming with his left eye for half a month, the shooting speed is a third slower, but with the cooperation of Ludwijk, he is still a super-first-class sniper.

Pavlov would even be bored thinking that if he ran into a team of German commandos, he would be able to kill the Germans! But in the Caucasus, apparently, this can only be imagined, and the Germans are still far from here!

"We've gone past the Stalingrad region and the Republic of Kalmykia, and we've gone around the corner of the Republic of Dagestan, which should be not far from the Greater Caucasus Mountains, and haven't you noticed that there's already a bit of Asia?" Outside the train window, on either side of the railway is a desolate semi-desert, completely different from the rich lower Volga River basin, which is not far from Asia. Shidorenko simply stood up, "I'm going to get something, a bunch of road blind." ”

Vasily wanted to kick him, but was quickly avoided by Sidorenko, which startled the conductor at the head of the carriage, hoping that these "old ladies" would not use public things as weapons! Of these 5, the conductor can't afford to offend one!

In just two minutes, Sidorenko returned with a large atlas, which he had borrowed from the logistics department before his departure. As soon as it was placed on the table, everyone gathered around.

"We have reached the Chechnya-Ingushetia Autonomous Soviet Socialist Republic, and a few kilometers further on this train is the railway fork...... What is the fork called? You ask me, I ask who to go?! He said angrily to Pavlov, who interrupted his "class".

"About 70 kilometers to the west is Grozny, threatening and terrible, cruel, but we don't go there, we continue east, re-enter the Republic of Dagestan." Threatening and terrible, cruel, those are the two meanings of "Grozny" in Russian and the local language of Chechnya.

Seeing the impatient expressions of several people, Shidorenko decided not to show off his geographical and historical knowledge, and hurriedly continued: "After Hasavyurt is Makhazikala, the capital of Dagestan, and that's it. Once we get there, we can see the Caspian Sea, and the railway runs along the coast of the Caspian Sea. What Shidorenko said was still a little proud: this world atlas really got it right in his opinion, otherwise relying on those road idiots, he wouldn't know where to ask when the time came, "I don't know if I can eat some Caspian Sea specialties, this part of the Caspian Sea will basically not freeze." ”

"Rice bucket!"

At Stalingrad, everyone could still feel the bitter cold of winter, but it was estimated that it would be minus five or six degrees outside the car, and if it was warmer to the south, the weather would change quickly enough.

"Sturgeon, herring, pike, sea bass and Caspian seals, my cute caviar is so hungry just think about it!" Ludvik thought of the lovely seafood, which was a specialty of the Caspian Sea, especially the Caspian sturgeon caviar, which was famous all over the world.

"Dream on you, Caspian seals! It's breeding season, no hunting! Canned caviar is sent to the front, and sturgeon meat can still be thought of. But if you want to have some herring, it's most likely, but it won't be much, and the front line needs it. ”

Lyudmila was a hard blow to Ludvik, who was immersed in gastronomic fantasies.

"How do you know?"

"Who called you uneducated! Fuss! Now the comrades fiercely despised the somewhat naïve Ludvik who asked - Lyudmila is the most literate here, a top student of Kyiv National University. Of course you should know this, at least that's what the comrades think.

In fact, Lyudmila went to the Caspian Sea once, and she was still in school to do practical research, and she, a classmate who is not from the biology department, also participated, so she knew something.

"When I was on the last station and the underwater train, I smelled a bit of a fishy smell in the trucks on the side, which should be loaded with pickled fish, and they were all sent to the Ukrainian front, so it would be nice to get us some. Then again, I want to vomit when I eat this canned food in the United States, especially that luncheon meat! Lyudmila rarely complained about the food, and her cold face even wrinkled her nose, as if she smelled some disgusting smell, "At the time of the siege of Odessa, the luncheon meat brought by the navy was reluctant to eat, but now I feel sick to my stomach when I think about it." ”

Vasily also agreed, "Before arriving in Azerbaijan, Ludvik has already gone to the back of the truck to see, all American goods!" ”

"I still have a few more, I see if I can ask the conductor to exchange canned food for some cabbage with local comrades when the train stops again? It's okay to change one by one, and all of my supper will be taken out to contribute. Ludwik said.

I don't know if the people in the logistics department are too polite, or if someone wants to raise the youth league members for nothing, the train is basically prepared with American military aid food, and after Ryazan, the comrades are eating "spam" luncheon meat, and after the meal, there is not only coffee, but also chocolate as a snack. The big stomachs also have special care, you can ask the captain on duty to ask for a few cans for supper.

At the front, they often don't have enough to eat, but this will Vasily they want to have some cabbage! "I think it's the laziness of the distribution of materials, just a few things over and over, all meat!"

Carnivores can't afford it, and there is no food at the stops along the way, and supplies are being transported to the front. I've been in Moscow for a long time, and the five people have been receiving preferential treatment, and I really don't have much interest in American military aid.

The snipers are so fuzzy that they don't blame anyone: you know a lot of people are going to starve!

But soon they solved the problem of cabbage - the conductor ate differently from them, even the conductor could not eat with the regimental members, and the conductors who put the supplies in the freight car could never use them privately!

The conductors actually had cabbage in their hands, and for Ludvik's plan of "one for one", Comrade Commander and all the conductors unanimously approved it!

At the Makhazikala station, an important mission boarded the train, and the snipers warmly welcomed the old companion: everyone thought that he would not join the delegation, but they did not expect to arrive by plane - the staff officer of the deputy commander-in-chief, Major Georgy Akimovich Leonov.

"The marshal wants me to look at you, so that I don't get dazzled." (To be continued.) )