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| Guarding the Russian Dictator: Two of Lenin's Red Guards | Smolny at Petrograd |
It was late in January of nineteen eighteen. The night was clear and cold. The place was Petrograd. We found a sleigh and driver—and a horse. In those days most horses looked like skeletons. This driver had gone without his bread and given it to his horse and his horse was full of energy and spirit and we flew along.
And we went to Smolny. Five miles or more we flew. Such a
night crackling clear and stars brilliantly alight. No street lights blurred
the heavens. Orion and Betelgeuse I remember flashed in the eastern sky. For it
was early evening.
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