The writer remembers a vicars, of phantasm which if approached too closely would incontinently vanish
delight children with the quaintness of ils Imagery. It looks, however, on nearer acquaintances as though some restoration is imperatively necessary, and it is to be hoped that the Government in all its enthusiasm for the new, will not allow this edifice to sink into neglect.
St. Basis may represent a regime, which the new order would like to forget, but it is just as well to preserve these evidences of the caller culture which laid the foundations on which much of the new is being built, Experts In Town Pianning people assembled on the concrete And then the streets, They are wide; there is plenty of room in the Squares, for your Russian seems to have known more about town planning In the past than some experts seem to have acquited in the present, 'The people look poorly dressed, Thers are perfumes and cosmetics In the shops. 'That is where they seem to remain, for though there is apparent jin the' streets much beauty in the rough, the beauty specialists of Shanghai would find in Moscow w paradise for their profession if only the women could pay for It, It does not matter what the older and middieaged people wear. Their clothes are rab enough in all conscience, giving the impression a dingy respectability. But youth wears red, red kerchiefs, Fed head coverings, in some cases red macintoshes, Rarely a child is to be seen who does not sport the colour the governors of the people, Br self, at Its head and feet, motionless as the quickly moving crowd, pass with eyes left to see the great character.
For whether one agrees with Lenin oF not, he was a great man, and the clever head and face which rest on huge scarlet pillow, the finely-shaped hands, outside the cloth which covers him from the waist down, give apparent indication of what the man who thus is daily honoured in death, really was in life, In rest the face is thin and intelligent, it is possible to believe that under' those permanently close eyelids, orbs fired with an intense rapture added to the command of his personality. His moderately fair hair, above 2 dome: ike forehead, is repeated in that covering his chin, a slightly pointed beard, which gives him an appearance not unlike some of the alleged portraits of Shakespeare, and not very for distant from those which are authentically asserted to be his.
Their shoes may not be good, their stocking contain nothing of the beauty of silk, but the common spot of red bears ample testimony to the fact that communistically speaking, their hearts are in the right place, And that is the generation by which Communism may have to stand of fall. Youth is red, if not from sheer conviction at least because of disdain for the shibboleths of their forebears, But the day closes, The towers of the Kremlin and the Cathedral are ullined against a sky coloured by a fiercely setting sun. Across one of the squares marches a squad of soldfers, well dressed, and apparently. happy, for as they march they provide their own music, singing as they fo a chorus. in which all Join, the tenors applying a sort of recitative, which is underscored by the heavy basis which Russia knows s0 well how to produce, Another squad! asses by silently.' Fresh faced they carry towels in their hands, They have been out to bath, Perhaps that is why they were not singing.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.