. Russian portraits . d helped me tomove my clay and stand from the Kremlin tothe Foreign Office. I would have liked a snap-shot of our procession—the moulder carrying theclay block, Litvinoff, in his fur-lined coat andsealskin cap armed with the modelling stand,and I following with the bucket of clay andcloths. On arrival at the Foreign Office we were greetedby the Chinese General in uniform and all hisstaff. Litvinoff, who is likely to be the Sovietrepresentative in China, was rather taken abackby this rencontre but the Chinese were enormouslyamused. Later, at 9 I returned with Litvinof
. Russian portraits . d helped me tomove my clay and stand from the Kremlin tothe Foreign Office. I would have liked a snap-shot of our procession—the moulder carrying theclay block, Litvinoff, in his fur-lined coat andsealskin cap armed with the modelling stand,and I following with the bucket of clay andcloths. On arrival at the Foreign Office we were greetedby the Chinese General in uniform and all hisstaff. Litvinoff, who is likely to be the Sovietrepresentative in China, was rather taken abackby this rencontre but the Chinese were enormouslyamused. Later, at 9 I returned with Litvinoff toTchicherins office to begin work. While Lit-vinoff went inside I waited in the secretarysroom, and while I was waiting a man hurriedthrough the office. He was a little man in browntrousers and a coat which did not match. Withsmall steps he shuffled hastily along. It mighthave been a night watchman ; it was Tchicherin. Still I waited, and the length of my wait beganto annoy me, and then I began to feel that some-. -X X W - ■f. —x. X RUSSIAN PORTRAITS thing was wrong. Presently Litvinoff called me,but I got no further than the doorway. There Tchicherin confronted me, and in hurriedand confused tones said : To-night it isimpossible, quite, quite impossible, and dis-appeared. He had not even allowed me tocross his threshold. Litvinoff and I looked at each other and walkedout. We went upstairs to Litvinoffs office. Hewas obviously upset and at a perfect loss toexplain or excuse. I sat and talked until thecar arrived to take me home, and from whatLitvinoff said and from what I had seen in thatflash, I have learned something of the personalityof Tchicherin. He is an abnormal man, living month aftermonth in that Foreign Office with closed windowsand never going out. He insists on having abedroom there, as he says he has not time to gohome to sleep. He works all night, and if atelegram comes in the day he has to be nights are days and his days are not entirelynigh
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