The Thousand Tops City, Leningrad Railway Station.

The railway station was built nearly two hundred years ago. Although it was set up in the capital area, it connects St. Petersburg (Leningrad), so the entire station is also named after the target city.

The mottled century-old history has left traces on the station walls. Although it has been expanded and renovated several times, just like the entire country, the atmosphere of dilapidation can be smelled in every part of the station.

For example, some of the wandering children lying around them, some of them sat on the ground with their legs in their arms, some lying on their side, some were in groups, and some were looking around barefoot alone.

Most of these are the products of family misfortunes, and most of the unfortunate families are caused by alcoholism.

Alcoholism is a curse that lingers Lucia's head. This bad habit that has been left since ancient times is an important driving force for Lucia's high divorce rate and high orphan rate, and even the culprit. Prime Minister Lucia simply said that alcoholism is a national disaster.

After the Lucia couple divorces, children are generally sentenced to women. No matter which country they are in, divorced women bringing their children is a problem in terms of marriage. What's more, the government has so little subsidy to divorced mothers. Sending their children to orphanages is a conventional option for Lucia society.

Therefore, in Lucia, with a population of more than 100 million, the number of orphans is as high as an astonishing 700,000, and the number is rising year by year, with about 70,000 new cases each year.

Wandering orphans can be seen everywhere in this country, and only black families in other parts of the world can be compared.

"Why are the white birch sounding on the earth, why are the snow-white trees know everything, in the direction of the wind..." An orphan held an accordion and sang loudly against the pillars of the railway station.

The accordion is a handmade product that I don’t know where to get it. The singing voice makes people feel hard to describe. There is a hoarse voice at a young age. I don’t know if it’s lucky or something else.

Most pedestrians pass by in a hurry, and occasionally someone is willing to slow down and listen to what songs he is singing. As for the people who are willing to put money in front of him, even fewer people are willing to put money in front of him.

Everyone is a person whose pockets are cleaner than their faces.

This is not very effective, and the little wanderer simply stops singing, so there are songs that are not a single song, but even fewer people are willing to give money.

"Yevgeni, you should learn to tune some new songs, so that everyone is tired of listening to old songs." A wanderer walked to Yevgeni's side and sat down. His bare feet had already formed a layer of black cocoon.

Not everyone has shoes to wear. After all, this is different from the clothes you can wear when you pick them up. If the shoes you finally get out of the trash can do not fit, it would be better to just barefoot like this.

"I can't learn without a score."

"Don't you be able to play it by just listening to the tune once?"

Yevgeny rolled his eyes at the little wanderer: "If I had such talent, would I still wander here? I would have joined an art troupe with my talent."

"Hey, it seems to be too." The little wanderer sighed and sniffed his feet. "Even a smart person like you can't do it. It's too difficult to make a comeback. When will the day like us be the end?"

He has just become a wandering child and still has expectations for life, but as long as he stays in a wandering environment for a long time, he will not be able to take long to completely corrupt the environment.

This corruption of despair and loss of confidence in life cannot even resist adults, let alone a group of little wanderers. Yevgeny has seen too many such situations, and he does not know when he will become a part of them.

Yevgeny only hopes that this situation will come later, later.

“It’s good to pull.”

Just as the two little wanderers were talking, a passerby threw a banknote at the two of them. The denomination was not large, so it was considered a good money.

But when he bent down, the pedestrian looked at Yevgeny a few more times. This wanderer looked unexpectedly well and was suitable for appearing on the silver screen. However, the surprise continued for a moment and the pedestrian hurriedly prepared to board the bus.

"Thank you, thank you." The little wanderer kept bent down and thanking, "The Holy Lord will bless you."

Begging is a completely freelancer. At the latest, the train station staff will see when they drive them away. The homeless children want to come to "go to work", so they come to work and leave when they want to get off work.

However, there are a lot of people coming and going to the train station today, several times more than usual. In the impression of the two children, even the Orthodox Church did not have such a huge traffic before the New Year.

In addition, Yevgeny also observed that this movement of personnel had obvious characteristics, most of which were young women, and many were young girls of the same age as them.

Some of the bustling crowds had joy and some were tranquility.

"Valentin, let's go." Yevgeny put away the accordion and slowly stood up from the ground. Unlike the wandering children who were tilted around in the station, Yevgeny's clothes were quite clean, and it was obvious that she was often washed and taken care of.

Seeing that the traffic volume was getting smaller and smaller and the sky became darker, Yevgeny and the little wanderer packed their things and rushed towards the "home".

He said he was packing things, but the two children had very little things. Yevgeny had only an accordion, and Little Varianjing had only a few newspapers spread on the ground.

The newspapers are all morning news, and for Varianjing it is a simple bed, and he can't understand the Cyrillic letters in the newspaper.

"Okay." Varianjing rubbed the newspaper and prepared to throw it directly on the ground.

However, Yevgeni took the newspaper over. Varianjin was a young orphan who escaped from the orphanage and had never known a few words since he was a child. However, Yevgeni had received several years of basic education. He looked at the words in the newspaper and did not move his eyes away for a long time.

"Yevgeni, what's wrong?" Varenting knew that Yevgeni was literate, and occasionally asked Yevgeni to read the words in the newspaper, "What is it written on it?"

"I wrote..." Yevgeny didn't know how to explain the words in the newspaper to Varianjing. After all, it was just at first glance that even he couldn't understand whether the government was joking.

Although the government of this country is no longer useful, at least it will not be joking with such things.

Moreover, Yevgeny looked at the travelers who were coming and going, most of them were women, and he finally understood why it was so abnormal today.

"What did you write?" Little Varianjing stretched his neck, his head and brain were very consistent with the description of the gray animal.
Chapter completed!