Railway stories

"... The story of this had to go through all the Tartars, starting from my table and ending with the pocket of the mantis. The fact is that, having brought my story to the local post office, I was fenced by the news that the mail did not go on Sunday ... This was stabbed to me. There was one of the two: either to rest on the laurels, or to rush to the railway station (21 miles) to the postal train. I did not do either one, but decided to entrust my correspondence to someone going to the station. I did not find coachmen. I had to bow to the thick pilgrim ... If the mantis rushes to the station to the postal train and is able to lower the letter to the proper place, then I triumph, if God does not give it to serve the literature, then ... "
A.P. Chekhov