You are ashamed to say that the first Kazakh oil came out of here. It was a very dirty hole in the station. Near the station, people were sitting on small stools, and the smell of feces was now giving off. The torgashs, who were standing around, enjoyed the beer, the tea, the Alash, who were coming from the watch, and the concert there. "I'm sorry," I said. But this is Kazakhstan!
It's a small station, but there's no ticket office. There are no boutiques, and you can't buy groceries. There is no dining room. The building needs renovation.
Words cannot describe this is not a train station, but some kind of shed, there is no heating, the roof is leaking, the toilet is outside, the ticket offices have become a buffet instead of tickets, tea and pies are just a nightmare
The ceiling has been running for several years. The hall is small and cold. Ticket sales are not carried out. Trains cost a maximum of 5 minutes. And most of them are late.