Brak, go along the Trans-Siberian Railway! Let me know when you get to Perm. I'll treat you to some tea))) And then maybe we can continue together)))
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal