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as I was, it
was difficult for me to rise, so two policemen reached down
and roughly dragged me to my feet. They fired questions
at me, but they spoke so rapidly and in such a "Moscow
accent" that I understood not a word. At last, tired of
asking questions and getting no reply, they marched me off
along Red Square, a policeman on each side, and one be-
hind me with a huge revolver poking painfully into my
spine.
We stopped at a dismal-looking building, and entered by
a basement door. I was roughly pushed-shoved would be
a better word-down some stone steps and into a small
room. An officer was sitting at a table, with two armed
guards standing by a wall of the room. The senior police-
man in charge of me gabbled out a lengthy explanation to
the officer, and placed my rucksack on the floor beside him.
The officer wrote what was obviously a receipt for me and
for my belongings, and then the policemen turned and left.
I was roughly pushed into another room, a very large
one, and left standing before an immense desk, with an
armed guard on each side of me. Some time later, three
men came in and seated themselves at the desk and went
through the contents of my rucksack. One rang for an
attendant, and, when he entered, gave him my camera,
giving him brusque instructions. The man turned, and went
off, carefully carrying that inoffensive camera as if it were
a bomb abou
date: Fri, 8 Nov 2007 21:04:52 GMT
author: Corp. Edward W. Rumbold
