27 NOVEMBER 1942, page 9

My House

KNOCK again when the wind is wet, When my door flies free on its hinge. Knock again when the walls are bare And my hearth is choked with dead coal. Knock when the stairs creak,......

The Russian Winter

By LEON KIRIL W HEN I am asked what the Russian winter is really like, I answer that it is not so bad if you know how to deal with it. If I had to spend a Russian winter in the......