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one of the watches I had taken from the train. The police-
man took it, glanced at it, and said, "Moscow-straight
ahead. Avoid the main thoroughfare and you will be all
right." Then he turned and walked away.
I plodded along the side roads, keeping a good look-out
for policemen who might demand watches. It seemed to
me, from my own experience, that Russians had a simply

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dreadful craving for watches. Many of them could not tell
the time, but the mere fact of having a watch seemed to
satisfy them in some strange manner. An emaciated man
tottering ahead of me suddenly swayed and fell on to his
face in the gutter at the side of the road. Passers-by did
not even glance at him, but went on their way. I made as if
to go to him when an old man just behind me muttered,
"Careful, Comrade stranger, if you go to him the police
will think you are looting. He is dead anyway. Starvation.
It happens to hundreds here every day."
Nodding my thanks, I walked straight on. "This is a
terrible place," I thought, "with every man's hand against
his fellows. It must be because they have no religion to
guide them."
That night I slept behind the crumbling wall of a derelict
Church. Slept, with about three hundred others for com-
pany. My rucksack was my pillow, and during the night I
felt stealthy hands trying to unfasten the straps. A quick
blow to the would-be thief's throat sent him gasping and
reeling bac