MARKET MARKETS LEFT BEHIND travel notes
1.NEGAS Ruzaevka... Mais... Inza... All day long, stations washed by rain flashed by. At the Nochka stop, I saw a black locomotive on a pedestal that almost drove into the chapel. In the morning, this couple flashed outside the window, materializing into brick, steel and cast iron - locomotives and chapels, scattering sparrows, jostled with their shoulders, dividing the station territory among themselves. The train stopped in Inza for an eternity.