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quantity. Distorted expressions of her spirit have 

 come to us from time to time, but of the conformation 

 and content of her land we have known little and 

 cared less. Of this one seventh of the world's surface 

 we have remained in almost total ignorance, but now, 

 at last, we are trying to see the whole figure of this 

 youngest child of Europe, both spirit and form, and 

 we find we have many mutual bonds. We both know 

 the hunting of game and the felling of trees in the 

 forests of the north; we both feel the pulse of our 

 national life as the wind sweeps over the grain fields or 

 the prairie pastures; we both have our high mountains, 

 deep mines, and swift-flowing, full-flooded rivers. 

 Outwardly we are much alike. But there is a difference 

 a very great difference. Russia is a country of age- 

 long culture, a culture which she has preserved at the 

 point of her bared sword, in the presence of death. 

 We are the baby of golden-spoon fame; all conditions 

 have combined to favour the prosperous economic 

 development of our country. In struggling to 

 preserve her traditions, she has been unified, and 

 strengthened. She has lived continually in the 

 presence of the other world. History has made 

 Russia into a heart. We have not been knit together 

 as a race in the face of a common foe; we have not had 

 to suffer history is making of us a brain. Yet 

 given the practically identical geographical conditions 

 under which to live, it is only natural that we should 

 lean towards each other and on the basis of what we 

 share in common perhaps pave the way to an exchange 

 of those things which we need from each other. Russia's 



