kind and hospitable. They treated us as
comrades and friends, sharing their food and
accommodation, and trying in every way to
make us comfortable. On the following morning
we had to decide how to find an interpreter
to accompany us to Moscow—it is at least
a twenty-two hour journey. After some
discussion we thought of Emma Goldman
and Alexander Berkman, the well known
anarchists, who had been deported to Russia
by the American Government. We decided
to ask one or both of them to make the
journey with us. Alec Berkman agreed to
do so, and at mid-day we went off to the
station. It has been said by some friendly
and unfriendly critics that mine was an official
“ personally conducted ” tour, under very
pleasant and comfortable conditions. Well,
all I can say is that I am not able to remember
either comfort or pleasure in connection with
railway travelling in Russia ; and this, my first
long journey, was made pleasurable only by
the fact that Comrade Berkman accompanied
us, and that Emma Goldman and he supplied
us with some food they had brought from
America.
We had no pot or pan, cup, saucer or plate, no knives or spoons ; we managed to borrow a not quite clean kettle in which to get boiling water and in which we made tea. We borrowed a small tin mug, much the worse for
