at the gate of the fortress, and went forward under the faint glimmer of rare electric lights along the side of the church where lie the tombs of the Tsars, beneath the slender golden spire and the chimes, which, for months, continued to play Bozhe Tsaria Khrani[1] every day at noon… The place was de-
To the representative of the American Socialist press, John Reed, to visit all places of confinement in the cities of Petrograd and Cronstadt, for the purpose of generally investigating the condition of the prisoners, and for thorough social information for the purpose of stopping the flood of newspaper lies against democracy.
serted in most of the windows there were not even lights. Occasionally we bumped into a burly figure stumbling along in the dark, who answered questions with the usual, “Ya nié znayu.”
On the left loomed the low dark outline of Trubetskoi Bastion, that living grave in which so many martyrs of liberty
- ↑ “God Save the Tsar.”
