wear, out of which to drink, all three of us
treating it as a sort of loving cup. We cut
up our food with my penknife. We occupied
a compartment made for two, so as I was
biggest and oldest I occupied the top berth
and Barry and Berkman the bottom, and
thus we travelled in great luxury and comfort !
The journey was for me a succession of experiences. First of all there were the people on the train : workmen, peasants, soldiers. Berkman was able to talk with many of them, as he is a Russian. We heard numerous grumblings and complaints, but no word of support for counter-revolution. At the stations (and we stopped at every one throughout the whole journey from Petrograd to Moscow) we were able to see peasant men and women, boys and girls. It is strange how, in every provincial district of every country, people flock to the railway stations to see the trains arrive and depart. Russia is no exception to the rule.
As a portion of our journey was on Sunday morning, we were able now and then to catch the sound of church bells, not like ours in the English villages, but rather like fire alarms in their clanging sort of monotone. Again and again I found myself saying to my companions : “ Well, anyhow, these people are very very far from actual starvation.” Away
