At first glance,
I thought it was a brown fur hat on a berth placed on the aisle. But suddenly it was wriggling itself like a living creature.
“What…is it a… dog???”
Surprisingly, I found that it was not a hat but an unadorable puppy! My eyes dilated with surprise.
“A dog in a passenger car, not even a baggage car? Can you believe this?”
“Maybe the owner already paid for the dog’s ticket. Anyway here is no air exchange at all, so I think the other passengers are going to be unhappy about the doggy smell. ”
“Yeah, I’m sure that in a few minute they are coming here to complain to the owner and it is definitely turning into a fight or argument.”
But-lo and behold-anyone didn’t complain about the dog sitting on the berth proudly. Instead, all passenger and even conductors were just petting the dog and trying to get her attention.
Only then we realized that in Russia dog have a right to get on a train, passenger car. And for 3 days we had to breathe in air with the dog’s floating hair.
In addition to these passengers, there was a little girl who continuously peeped at us. When we talked to her with a tender smile, the kid ran away to her mother’s arms and spoke loudly. “Mom, Chinese!! There are Chinese girls!” (It was not that good memory.)