Red Heart of Russia e-bog

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Out there in the Silver twilight of the white night she lay, a forest of flaming church steeples and giant factory chimneys, rising vaguely from the marshes. I pressed my face closer to the dust-crusted windowpane and searched the flying landscape. There on the edge of the East She waited for us, strange, mysterious, inscrutable, compelling - a candle drawing us on from the ends of the earth like so many fluttering moths.