By "Erhoy"
All over the world, at all times of the year. sigh for their nostalgia gnaw, people of all races homeland. Does this too, at the hearts of Russians in Shai of this sort can be A question answered only by a shrug of the shoulders: the reply is self-evident. Russians love r country no less than do other tionalities; but in emigration they love her with a specially poignant on almost painful love.
Russians have no "Wailing Wall. and prefer not to be extravagant in speaking of their love for Russia—especially before strangers, This characteristic was deftly underlined by Mr. Peter Fleming in his r markable book "News from Tartary" when he gave a picture of a Russian colonel who for many years lived in the wilds of Western China near the Mongolian frontier, alone but fur a Chinese servant; but whose thoughts were always there, back in Russia where his family and all that was dear to him were left behind. Yet by not a single word did he ever disclose his thoughts to anyone.
Long before the Revolution, when no one in Russia would believe it possible that the time would come when 2000000 souls would fee the country and be scattered all over the world, there Was a so which enjoyed rear popularity, It called—"The Longing for Homeland." In leaving the homeland it is not possible, Russians well know, sto take her along on the soles of the shoes. Yet many Russian families still treasure, far from prying eyes, a pinch of the home sod. In hurried flight. when the most valuable documents and costly heirlooms often escaped their memory, they did not forget to lake with them a handful of common earth. From the above it is clear why Russians even those who have long since retired from politics and have become what is known as obyvateli (men steeped in the hustle and bustle of everyday still carefully abreast of v
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