In the USSR there also were luxurious voyages. Well, kind of luxurious…
It is not a cruise liner as such, but let us believe it to be one.
The riverside station from which the “liner” sets out.
Transfer station on the water.
Sometimes it is even something not boring to observe.
One could always be suddenly overcome by sleep.
From time to time one needs to make a stop, have a rest, stand on the native ground for a while.
The man probably isn’t wearing pyjamas, but some pants of ultrafashionable style and color.
Fasion of the 50-ies.