I came in with the help of the door, I came with the help of my legs, I came to revel once more in the perfection of the railways. It's odd to think that in times gone by everyone went his own way, but now the locomotive is carrying us along on the track from Kalinin to Tver'
The conductor is as simple as Mona Lisa, and her drink is sweeter than honey and she answers for the state of the sleepers and lives of the passengers. Between you and me, I knew her before, a wild animal would rest at her side, but now she's softer than eiderdown on the track from Kalinin to Tver'
The driver is scraping Vivaldi and the music flies through the trees, in the blue and gold painted tender instead of coal are the souls of Turgenev's maidens. In a ponderous iron reliquary, this divinely elected train (look for yourself)flies like the apostles' creed along the track from Kalinin to Tver'
Look, my speech is confused, and I am improperly dressed, I came to make things agreeable, and to fulfilmy vow, if all's well, then God be with him, but I'm the only one who can close the door, If you ask yourself, why the hell are we flying along the track from Kalinin to Tver'?
Younger audiences may not be aware that Tver' was called Kalinin in Soviet times.
oooooh v sovetskie vremena oooooh!