Photo by Gilbert H. Grosvenor 



RUSSIAN MOTHERS MAKING THE ROUND OF THE HOLY PLACES IN THE KREMLIN 



They will press baby's lips to the sacred icons and relics regardless of how many have 

 preceded them. Some of the bones are black with age, and the millions of caresses have 

 formed a brown crust over some of the holy pictures. 



prostitutes, unmindful of the horrible 

 sufferings of those who had been burned, 

 but in whose bodies yet remained the 

 spark of life, began to ply their nefarious 

 trade. Some clothed themselves in the 

 richest of silks and the finest of furs. 

 Even the galley slaves concealed their 

 rags under the most splendid court 

 dresses. Cellars were broken open, and 

 a saturnalia of drunkenness added to 

 the horrors. 



"Palaces and temples," writes Karam- 

 zin, "monuments of art and miracles of 

 luxury, the remains of past ages and 

 those which had been the creation of yes- 

 terday, the tombs of ancestors and the 

 nursery cradles of the present genera- 

 tion, were indiscriminately destroyed ; 



nothing was left of Moscow save the 

 remembrance of the city and the deep 

 resolution to avenge its fate." 



THEY DIED LIKE FLIES ON THE COMING 

 OE WINTER 



The Russians flatly refused to consider 

 peace proposals at such a juncture, and 

 declared that there was no use to suggest 

 an armistice,, for the Russian army was 

 at that moment preparing to resume the 

 offensive. 



For a month the Great Corsican lin- 

 gered amid the cinders of the city, but 

 on the 19th of October he left, with his 

 120,000 men, a vast amount of plunder, 

 and a great horde of camp followers. 

 He was barely well under way when a 



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