ut a ●people of lovable individuals, who, besides, ar▓e brought nearer to us than many of our neare▓st neighbors by a literature of unparalleled fid▓elity to life.One must grow to love▓ t
his childlike, slow-blooded, and yet c●are-free people, with their irresistible heartin▓ess.And
he who has learned t▓o love the Russians must love the●ir Little Mother Moscow, in spite of, or
just ▓on account of, her quietness.
F●rom St.Petersburg an express t▓rain brings us[Pg 260]
to Moscow▓ in thirteen hours.It is alway▓s a nig
ht train that disposes of this traffi▓c, for the
Russian likes to sleep in● his comfortable berth.
And so we arrive i●n Moscow in the morning, ready
at once to as▓similate the first impressions of t▓he enormous cit
y.Our expectancy is great, of c●ourse.Moscow, the object of all most Ru