I went on the train, just as Gorbachev was introducing the concepts of Pereststrioka and Glasnost but the Iron Curtain was still up.
Indeed, we did have the samovar and its excellent tea, along with all sorts of meats and treats, picked up in the stations.
The carriage we travelled in was run by a very kindly old Russian lady, who spoke not one word of English. We each gave her USD 10 to look after us, which she did extraordinarily well for the five or more days we were on the train. This included:
A. Converting a room into a shower.
B. Hitting some very drunk AK47 armed soldiers, she with a sort of wooden stick, somewhere in the dark and snow in Siberia. All of the stations had signs threatening all sorts of punishments for taking pictures, which we of course ignored. They shouted at us and fell over, she then hit and kicked them.
What was obvious was that the train was the towns and villages only connection with the world, acting as a very basic shop for everything.
I really liked the Russians we engaged with, those in the far east pointing out that Moscow was very much closer to London than they were. Happy days.