“Mail train number so-and-so is racing at full speed from the station “Merry
Fuck–Tarara “to” Every man for himself “. Locomotive is whistling, hissing,
huffing and puffing … cars are trembling and their ungreased wheels are howling wolves
and shouting owls. In heaven, on earth and in cars – darkness … “What will happen! What will happen!“– old trembling cars are knocking …”Heigh-ho!“– picks up the locomotive … Winds and pickpockets walk through the cars. Scary … I put my head out of the window and look aimlessly into the endless distance. All the lights are green: the scandal, I suppose, is not soon.
Drive and station lights are not visible … Darkness, sadness, the idea of death, childhood memories … my God!”
On the Trail by Anton Chekhov
The Locomotive by Julian Tuwim