Out of Russia, weird and mystic land, whose soul is steeped in the mysterious, the fire of whose eyes is sometimes fanatical, and whose life breath has been impregnated with flesh-creeping legends, comes a story, intrinsically Russian in its bizarre setting.
The occasion was a solemn celebration of the Fifth Anniversary Congress of the Woman's Department of the Communist Party, and the place was the Russian Free Opera House in Moscow. Here were assembled the Sovietskie Barishnee,—Soviet Ladies, blondes and brunettes, matrons and bob-headed girls,...
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