City of a Thousand Tops, Leningrad Railway Station.

The railway station was built almost 200 years ago, and although it was located in the capital region, it was named after the target city due to the connection to St. Petersburg (Leningrad).

The mottled 100-year history has left its mark on the walls of the station, and although it has been expanded and renovated several times, the station smells of decay everywhere as in the whole country.

For example, the street children lying around, some of them sit on the ground with their legs crossed, some fall asleep on their sides, some are in groups of three or five, and some are barefoot and looking around.

Most of these are the product of family misfortunes, and the vast majority of them are due to alcoholism.

Alcoholism is a curse that hangs over Lucia's head, and this bad habit left over from ancient times is an important driver of Lucia's high divorce rate, high orphanage rate, and even the culprit, and Prime Minister Lucia simply said that alcoholism is a national disaster.

After the divorce of Lucia couples, the children are generally awarded to women, and no matter what country it is, divorced women with children are a problem in terms of marriage, not to mention the fact that the government gives divorced mothers a pitiful subsidy, and sending children to orphanages is a conventional option for Lucian society.

Therefore, in Lucia, which has a population of more than 100 million, the number of orphans is as high as a staggering 700,000, and the number is increasing year by year, with about 70,000 new cases every year.

The country is littered with orphans, compared only to black families in the rest of the world.

"Why birches rattle on the earth, why the snow-white trees know everything, ...... in the direction of the wind," an orphan sings with an accordion, leaning against the pillars of the train station.

The accordion is an N-hand product that I don't know where it came from, and the singing voice also makes people feel indescribable, and there is a hoarse voice at a young age, I don't know whether to say that it is lucky or another hardship.

Most of the pedestrians walked by in a hurry, and only occasionally some were willing to slow down to listen to what song he was singing, and even fewer were willing to put money in front of him.

Everyone is a person whose pocket is cleaner than his face.

Singing like this has little effect, and the little street children simply stop singing, and there are a few old songs that are not played, but in this way, there are fewer people who are willing to give money.

"Yevgeny, you should learn to play some new songs, so that everyone will get tired of listening to old songs all the time." A street boy sat down beside Yevgeny, his bare feet already covered with a black callus.

Not everyone has shoes to wear, after all, this is not the same as the clothes that can be put on the body by picking them up, and if the shoes that are finally turned out of the trash don't fit, it is better to be barefoot.

"If you don't have a score, you can't learn."

"Shouldn't you just listen to the tune once and play it?"

Yevgeny rolled his eyes at the little wanderer: "If I had that talent, would I still wander here?" I have long relied on my talent to join an art troupe. ”

"Well, it seems to be." The little wanderer picked his feet with emotion, "Even a smart person like you can't do it, it's too difficult to come up with it, when will we have a day like this." ”

Not long after he became a homeless child, he still had expectations for life, but as long as he stayed in the wandering environment for a long time, it would not be long before the whole person would be completely corrupted by the environment.

This kind of corruption of losing faith in the despair of life is not even able to resist an adult, let alone a group of small street children, and Yevgeny has seen so many of them that he does not know when he will become one of them.

Yevgeny only hoped that this would come a little later, a little later.

"That's a good pull."

While the two little wanderers were talking, a passerby threw a banknote at the two, the denomination was not large, and it was counted as a heartfelt money.

It's just that when bending over, the pedestrian looked at Yevgeny a few more times, this street child was unexpectedly good-looking, suitable for appearing on the silver screen, but this surprise lasted for a moment, and the pedestrian hurriedly prepared to board the car.

"Thank you, thank you." The little wanderer kept bending down in thanks, "The Holy Lord will bless you." ”

Begging is a freelance job, and the latest time to leave work depends on when the train station staff kicks them out, and the street children come to work when they want to 'go to work', and when they want to get off work, they just leave.

However, today the train station is very crowded, several times more than usual, and the two children have the impression that even before the Orthodox New Year there was no such huge flow of people.

Yevgeny also observed that the movement was marked by a large number of young women, many of whom were girls of their age.

The bustling crowd had some cheerful faces and some serenity.

"Valentin, let's go." Evgeny put away his accordion and slowly stood up from the ground, unlike the staggering street children in the station, Evgeny was fairly cleanly dressed and looked to be washed and cared for regularly.

Seeing that the flow of people was getting less and less and the sky was getting darker, Yevgeny and the little street boy packed up their things and rushed to 'home'.

It was said that they were packing things, but the two children had very few things, Yevgeny only had an accordion, and little Varenkyin had only a few newspapers spread on the floor.

The newspapers were all morning news, and for Valentin they were simple beds, and he couldn't read the Cyrillic letters in the newspapers.

"Okay." Valentin rubbed the newspaper and prepared to throw it directly on the ground.

However, Yevgeny took the newspaper over, Valentin was a little orphan who escaped from the orphanage, and he didn't know a few words since he was a child, but Yevgeny had also received a few years of basic education, and he didn't take his eyes off the words in the newspaper for a long time.

"Yevgeny, what's wrong." Valentin knew that Evgeny was literate, and occasionally asked Evgeny to read the words in the newspaper, "What is written on it?" ”

"Wrote ......" Yevgeny did not know how to explain the words in the newspaper to Valentin, after all, it was only at first glance that even he could not understand whether the government was joking or not.

Although the government of this country is no longer usable, at least it will not joke with such things.

Moreover, Yevgeny looked at the travelers, most of whom were women, and he finally understood why this was so unusual today.

"What was written?" Little Valentin stretched his neck out, and the tiger's head was very much in line with the description of the gray animal.

"Something that has nothing to do with us." Yevgeny curled up the newspaper, tightened his loose clothes and said, "Let's go, if we don't leave, someone will come and drive us away." ”