. Russian portraits . ted, and Gukovski beganpacking a trunk; he was evidently coming with watched him, a mans packing is always a ratherinteresting and pathetic sight, but even thatceased to interest me after awhile, and I becameconscious of a feeling bordering on tears andsleep. Where on earth was Kameneff, and whydidnt he come back, or else explain to me howlong this waiting was to go on. After awhile Idiscovered that Gukovskis secretary, a young mancalled Gai, could speak perfectly good him I learnt that our train was leaving about midnight for Moscow, and that Icould go
. Russian portraits . ted, and Gukovski beganpacking a trunk; he was evidently coming with watched him, a mans packing is always a ratherinteresting and pathetic sight, but even thatceased to interest me after awhile, and I becameconscious of a feeling bordering on tears andsleep. Where on earth was Kameneff, and whydidnt he come back, or else explain to me howlong this waiting was to go on. After awhile Idiscovered that Gukovskis secretary, a young mancalled Gai, could speak perfectly good him I learnt that our train was leaving about midnight for Moscow, and that Icould go to it any time I liked and find my ought to have known this long before as it wasalready nearly midnight. I made AlexandreKameneff and the soldier take me to the stationimmediately. Of course when I got there the trainwas nowhere to be found—it was in a siding—and I sat down on a stone step and waited, thank-ful at least for the fresh air and the absence ofglaring lights. When our wagon-de-luxe finally60. BRIDGE UP BY YUDENITCH. p. 61. RUSSIAN PORTRAITS appeared it was the best that I have ever had been the Special of the Minister for Railways,and was very spacious and comfortable. As soonas Kameneff, Gukovski and his little girl joinedus, the train started and we had a midnightsupper of tea and caviare. September ic/th. All night we have journeyed, and all is now evening. Our special train has stoppedat a wayside station for three hours to await thePetrograd train, on to which we shall link forMoscow. Then we shall travel again all nightand arrive at our destination to-morrow morning. It has been a beautiful day of sunshine. Icrossed the frontier riding on the engine. Thefront of our car has a verandah from which onecan get a beautiful view. We crossed two widerivers on temporary bridges, as the original oneslay in debris below us, having been blown up byYudenitch in his retreat last year after his attackon Petrograd. The woods on either sid
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