I'm not the only one who thinks about the need to analyze my life after retirement. I read a lot of memoirs, but I haven’t come across the memoirs of railway workers. Maybe I'll be the first? Well, I have the right to call myself a railway worker. I became one at the age of 17, stopped being one at 63, and never once “went off the rails.” I know in advance that not everyone will like my thoughts and conclusions. But I will write honestly, as I remember, without bending my soul or conscience, and without looking back at what someone might say or think about it. I don’t know whether it will be published. Most likely no. But in any case, I will leave these memories to my children and grandchildren.