"What do you think of the Patriarch of Moscow? He has come to terms with Lenin." "He is a weak man," said the Archbishop. I recalled an opinion of Bishop Nicholas of Serbia that Patriarch Tikhon would be next dictator of Russia. The Archbishop of Minsk smiled gently and ironically, and then said quietly: "Never. And he has too simple a mind to cope with the enemies of Russia." "Do you not think Holy Russia will reassert herself? You know the famous lines of Solovyof: 'O Russia, what sort of an East will you be, the East of Xerxes or the East of Christ?'" "It looks rather like the East of Xerxes," said the old man. "But you believe differently----" And he smiled indulgently. I could not say whether he spoke sincerely or out of the depths of personal and national humiliation. I suppose it is hard for those who are not Russians to realize what has happened in Russia. Propaganda has discredited news. The western world thinks of Russia as the same country with a change of government. The colossal fact of the complete removal of the upper crust of Russia is not realized. A third group of _deracines_ whom I came across in Serbia was an _artel_ of Rostof engineers. I met a family I had known in Russia. Last time I had seen them it was one evening with their children scampering round a tall Christmas tree on which all the candles were lighted. They were comfortable and capable people, and proud in their way of what they could do and of what they possessed. Now, with all the other engineers of the Vladikavsky Railway, they had fled from the "terror" and were giving their services for the reconstruction of Serbia. Serbia did not particularly want them, and was not ready for their grand schemes. "You can't start anything in this country," said Engineer N---- regretfully. "Every one wants to make money out of it. The administration lives on the enterprise of the people. We have presented the Government with a complete plan for the reorganization of the Serbian railroads. We have brought the treasury of the Vladikavsky Railway with us, so we have a little capital, and given the authority we could make a gigantic improvement in Jugo-Slavia. But all we have been able to do so far is to arrange a few services of motor transport to places not reached by railway." My friends were in a poor little wooden hut on the outskirts of Belgrade, very courageous and very sad, and their children, once petted and even pettish, were now grown and serious and facing life earnestly for themselves and for their parents' sake.