Chertkoff as one of the prophets of old ; he
was so full of faith, so full of hope and so confident
of the truth of the message he has to
deliver. It was an inspiration to meet him,
and it was fine to know that in Russia, and
especially in Moscow, in the centre of what
has been called a material revolution, there
was yet room for such men and their message
to the world.
Captain Sadoul, the French Socialist member of Parliament, who is under sentence of death in his own country for having joined the Bolsheviks and at the same time exposing the humbug and hypocrisy of the policy of the Allied Governments towards the Soviet Government, is I should think a man of about thirty-five years of age. When I visited him he was in bed, having met with an accident which had severely damaged his knee-cap. I found him one of the brightest and most genial of the personages I met in Moscow. Although he had suffered a good deal and was not likely to be fit for some days he was full of cheerfulness, and talked away of the future in the most optimistic manner. For him, like so many others, there is only one country and that is the world ; there is but one nation and that is humanity.
I asked him about his relationships with Longuet. He thinks of our French comrade as a good man weakly struggling with adver-
