Victor Meignan,
From Paris to Pekin over Siberian Snows
“ I thought of the poor inhabitants of Omsk, who look over the steppe so often with longing eyes. It is not from a love for this immense plain, it struck me at the time, but from some vague instinctive hope, of which they are barely conscious, though sensible, to see beyond in the horizon the dawn of something brighter than this endless uniformity, and perhaps in such a hope they find their happiness.On approaching Krasnoiarsk, the hills rise higher and higher, and become at last, around the city, imposing mountains. ”
