DEAR V. – Among other things, this is to tell you that at last I am here, in the country whither so many sunsets have led. One of the first persons I saw was our good old Gleb Alexandrovich Gekko gloomily crossing Columbus Avenue in quest of the petit cafe du coin which none of […]

1 In the early years of this century, a travel agency on Nevski Avenue displayed a three-foot-long model of an oak-brown international sleeping car. Indelicate verisimilitude it completely outranked the painted tin of my clock work trains. Unfortunately it was not for sale. One could make out the blue upholstery inside, the embossed leather lining […]