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The station, covered with human bustle, the noise of the trains, seeking to prolong the cycle of its movement to infinity, agony of separation and the euphoria of the meetings, the face of the relentless hours, swinging in their hands the fate of the wayfarers who came to this temple... Five minutes before the train. Five moments that belong only to you. Five little minutes, time of last cigarette, the weary look back and a farewell smile on the road. Five endless minutes, the time allotted to you and enough to reshape the world in a new pattern. To weigh their own life, to dismember the soul, to dissect the deep thoughts, to know the past through the eyes of the outgoing and that will forever change the future. Five minutes to make a decision to sit on the already visible through anxiety eyes train, turn around and leave, to return to a warm home, fed under shelter, to surrender without a fight, loving hands, or break a ticket, watch a long glance at the slowly circling the sky in raw poultry, shrug and jump on the rails, weak body encountering an array of approaching trains, on foot going in a new unknown way. Five minutes. Time, time, time... Time is life and death, time, fate, inexorably creeping junctions of thin lines on the hand, time to tear a fine line between "Yes" and "no"... Time, which is not. And you choose...

The stations are the same everywhere - the cosmopolitan location in the world

To arrive at the Kazan station and buy a cheburek - that's what the "one way ticket".

At midnight came the phone. Mom said, I handed the ticket! This meant that the station is broken, riddled, burned like the Reichstag in ' 45. And on the front the inscription: "Passed!". The cashiers-gunners didn't stand a chance.

People as at all stations of the world, was in a hurry... Stations... how on earth had such places where he committed so many silent dramas of the human, how many of them every day, every hour is at the station?! The stations are silent witnesses of the fervent assurances to come back, which then - gradually, imperceptibly - overgrown with grass; the vows, the moment sincere, but over time forgotten, muffled by distance; the lost faith that was unshakable; the witnesses of love, burning like a torch, and this torch, moving away, dimmed, and then extinguished completely; witnesses partings forever, when the heart is torn by anguish and pain, but after so long - it might take days, maybe years, the pain dulled, and only the heart leaves scars, as after a long illness.

As long as someone wise said:
The world is purposely designed so.
It's not so bad, but similar to the station
Where we always are waiting for something, then hurry.

I saw in the distance dolphins, do you remember?
And you were sad, and said, "I will tell
You about waves, if I want to!",
To kill time station.

Station - place of meaningless kisses with impunity.