Former Shorkino passing loop, where one can enjoy delicious plums and ripe apples in abandoned orchards. Once in the childhood, me and my friend were returning from my grandmother's village by the train. In Shorkino at that time commuter trains were crossing, and here I, leaning out of the window, greet the oncoming train's crew with the V sign. Our joy was endless when the driver answered me in kind! It sounds like something not much important now, but I still remember this moment.