I felt something like life welling up within me. Deeply impressed, I turned and looked at the young girl. There she was, already back in her own seat, tightly grasping her third-class ticket like precious treasure in her cold, chapped hands upon the large bundle in her lap. She still looked the same, but I saw her as though she were a different person.
And I had completely forgotten my intense fatigue and boredom, and my own tiresome, dull life.