This personal account of one aristocratic young woman's escape across Russia in the aftermath of the Russian Revolution is a gem. It is a gripping tale of adventure, an absorbing slice of history, and a fascinating glimpse into the attitudes and idiosyncrasies of a segment of Russian society that has ceased to exist. I found the author and her companions, who were mostly friends and relatives, to be courageous and resourceful, yet also maddeningly self-absorbed and petty. Comic relief is provided by Panna, the snobbish and crotchety nursemaid to the author's infant son. I have read this book many times, particularly in the dead of winter as the snow falls, willingly entering this world of trains frozen to the tracks, of ten-hour journeys by sleigh through a landscape of ice, of sleepless nights spent crowded onto the floor of a peasant's warm, but stinking hut. I will most certainly read it many more times.