from the towns I believe people are able to
live in much more comfort than in the towns.
Wood is easier to obtain. One little incident
reminded me of tales of my youth. At one
station I saw a man and woman washing with
snow. Not to be outdone I rushed out of
the train and did the same, much to the
amusement of my fellow passengers.
We arrived at Moscow at mid-day on Sunday. There was no one to meet us. As we had no idea where to go, we decided to camp at the station, and for over two hours we were able to watch the people, to look around and see the churches, and also to take a look at the railway station opposite the one we came in at. The first thing that struck us was the great crowd of men, women and boys, shouting and wrangling for the job of carrying our luggage on small hand sledges. Here, if anywhere, there should have been signs of dejection, yet it would be quite wrong to write of this as a crowd of physical or mental wrecks. It is always a mystery to me how such people live in London and other great towns. Here in Moscow it seemed a much greater mystery. I looked for signs of revolution, of battle and murder, but saw none —except that at the station opposite some hundreds of “ Red ” army soldiers were camped, waiting transportation to one or other of the fighting fronts. Here we saw
