"...большинство просто едет в неизвестном направлении, зная лишь...

"... the majority just travels in an unknown direction, knowing only one thing - sooner or later you will be kicked out of the train. Forever. And he will rush on to himself, the suicide bombing train. The death sentence weighs on everybody, hundreds of generations have succeeded each other, and neither have to escape The verdict is final, not subject to appeal. But passengers try to act as if they should go forever. They make themselves comfortable in the compartment, change rugs, curtains, get acquainted, give birth to children - so that the offspring will occupy your compartment when they kick you out. illusions immortality! Children, in turn, will be replaced by grandchildren, grandchildren - great-grandchildren ... Poor humanity! The train of life, which has become the train of death. There are hundreds of dead people who have already left, and they who are living are sentenced. Here the conductor’s steps - they came for someone. Isn’t you following? A feast during the plague. They eat, drink, have fun, play cards, chess, collect match labels, stuff their bags, although they require “no baggage” to get out. others are making touching plans for the redevelopment of a compartment, their wagon, or even the entire train ... "Y. Ivanova" Dormant Doors "