three o'clock in the morning
It is of course , a double town , one town Russian , the other Turkoman . The latter has no ancient monuments , and no curiosities , and my readers must pardon my not having interrupted my sleep to give them a glance at it . Following the valley of Schakhimardan , the train has reached a sort of steppe and been able to resume its normal speed . At three o'clock in the morning we halt for forty-five minutes at Och station . There I failed in my duty as a reporter , and I saw nothing . My excuse is that there was nothing to see . Beyond this station the road reaches the frontier which divides Russian Turkestan from the Pamir plateau and the vast territory of the Kara-Khirghizes .