MOLOTOV-PERM
Kaurovka turned out to be a hub station. Here, from my own wagon, I moved to the boiler room of the next train and travelled another four stations on it, then three to four more stations in the vestibule of a second wagon among some workers, then back in the boiler room, until I reached the border of the Perm Region. In this passenger train, I was able to pass a few more stations literally on the footboards of the wagons. But two stations before Yergach, the conductors finally chased me, ticketless, off the train for good
The place where I was thrown out by the state was a rather small village, but nevertheless graced with a river. It was warm August, and I decided to stay there for three or four days, remember the lessons of the Khanty, put up a shanty in a grove above the
