Excerpt from A Little Journey to Russia Russia is a country where the Ice King reigns half the year; where in winter the rivers freeze so deeply that railroads can be built on them and sledge roads are made the full length of their shining surface; where the lakes are ploughed by huge steamers which in stead of cutting the waves bore their way through the ice; where sleighs fly over the Slippery streets for so many months of the year that when summer really comes the horses seem unable to slacken their speed, but tear along the road at the same mad pace, dragging the carriages after them. The thermometer shows so many degrees of cold in this country that one's nose may become frosted before he knows it and have to be rubbed with snow to save it from freezing. The rich bundle up in furs until the city streets look like an animal exhibit, while the poor /do not take Off their clothing even at bed time, but lie down to sleep, 'on top of their immense brick stoves, with their sheepskin coats still on. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.