Red Dusk and the Morrow: Adventures and Investigations in Red Russia

Allies expected in Petrograd--A story of Archangel--Proposals to attack Bolsheviks--Arranging Mrs. Marsh’s escape--News of Melnikoff under arrest--Attempts to arrange his escape...

Escape to Finland over the ice--Running the gauntlet of the searchlights--Pursued--Hiding on the bare ice--Arrest by Finnish patrols--Arranging for a service of couriers--Intrig...

The uniform--Terrorizing Tsarist officers--Relatives used as hostages for good behaviour--Jews in the Red army--Bronstein or Trotzky--Trotzky conciliates Tsarist officers--Penal...

“Government of Workers and Peasants” a misnomer--A gulf between the Communist Party and People--The Third International--Its relation to the Soviet Government--Disturbances in P...

The only hope for Russian Communists, country before party--Influence of non-Bolshevik elements--Russian dislike of politics--Intervention must be humanitarian--Impotence of the...

The snow glittered brilliantly in the frosty sunshine on the afternoon of March 11, 1917. The Nevsky Prospect was almost deserted. The air was tense with excitement and it seeme...

One of the first things that caught my eye as I emerged from the station was an old man, standing with his face to the wall of a house, leaning against a protruding gutter-pipe....

I will pass briefly over the days that followed Marsh’s flight. They were concentrated upon efforts to get news of Mrs. Marsh and Melnikoff. There were frequent hold-ups in the...

It was easy work from thence onward. There was another long walk through deep snow, but we could lie down as often as we pleased without fear of discovery by Red patrols. We sho...

“Why, yes, Maria!” I exclaimed, “the way Mrs. Marsh bore up was just wonderful to see! Twelve miles in deep snow, heavy marching through thickets and scrub, over ditches and dyk...

Some three weeks later, on a cold Sunday morning in January, I sat in the Doctor’s study at his small flat in one of the big houses at the end of the Kamenostrovsky Prospect. Th...

Meanwhile, as time progressed, I made new acquaintances at whose houses I occasionally put up for a night. Over most of them I pass in silence. I accepted their hospitality as a...

Stáraya Derévnya, which means “the Old Village,” is a remote suburb of Petrograd, situated at the mouth of the most northerly branch of the River Neva, overlooking the Gulf of F...

The room in which I found myself was a spacious one. On the right stood a big white stove, always the most prominent object in a Russian peasant dwelling, occupying nearly a qua...

I never saw Uncle Egor again. I sometimes wonder what has become of him. I suppose he is still there, and he is the winner! The Russian peasant is the ultimate master of the Rus...

A detailed narrative of my experiences during the following six months would surpass the dimensions to which I must limit this book. Some of them I hope to make the subject of a...

The day I joined my regiment I donned my Red army uniform, consisting of a khaki shirt, yellow breeches, putties, a pair of good boots which I bought from another soldier (the a...

If I were asked what feature of the Communist régime I regarded as, above all, the most conspicuous, the most impressive, and the most significant, I should say without hesitati...

Flight from the prison of “Soviet” Russia was as difficult a matter for me as for any Russian anxious to elude pursuit and escape unobserved. Several designs failed before I met...

As I put pen to paper to write the concluding chapter of this book the news is arriving of the affliction of Russia with one of her periodical famine scourges, an event which ca...