In Soviet Russia, the commuter is called a dachnik. In Chekhov's day he was strictly a summer bird, flitting back and forth to a rustic cottage in the city's fringing forests. In modern, jampacked Moscow, he is more and more a year-rounder, living in the country because he has no place else to live, and commuting, like the U.S. suburbanite (see BUSINESS), by train—the 8:02 elektrichka.
He not only wins the bread but brings it home. Even if there is a store near by, his wife firmly believes that food brought from town is better and fresher. Every night after...
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