during the spring i lived in st petersburg, i took a train journey to moscow. the train took twelve hours, and i can still remember wrapping up in my wool blankets, staring out the window into the snowy black night, and falling asleep to the even rhythm of the train bouncing over the joins in the tracks. we travelled through the cold night, arriving in moscow in the early morning. yeltsin was in power, the new russia was young and red square was amazing.
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