for new generations of artists of all 1 sorts.

for new generations of artists of all 1 sorts. This information would call i into question the assurances we i were given at Ulan Udi. '

From Irkutsk we were bused to i Lake Baikal, but owing to an acci- i dent on the rail line we were scheduled to take, we went to the lake by 1 a different route and arrived there at about 5 p.m., at which time the 1 lake was covered with fog. ;

Fortunately, I had awakened at 4 a.m. that morning on the way to Ir- 1 kutsk and began to look from my car 1 window for the lake as we approached its eastern shore. I watched for several hours as the train passed close to the lake and on some occasions seemed almost to be passing over its edge. Trees skirted the shore in places, but in others, dreadful industrial works the nature of which I often could not discern marred the landscape. For a while, white rocks lined the shore and in some places there was a sort of beach. The water is very cold, so for the most part it is not a vacation area. The water’s surface was disturbed by scarcely a ripple as the sun began to shine upon it. By breakfast, we were at Slyudyanka at the southern end of the lake, and from there the train departed for Irkutsk. i

Novosibirsk owes its importance to the Trans-Siberian Railway, but the Soviets converted it to a major military manufacturing city. Its avenues are broad and the big buildings were built in this century. We saw no prerevolutionary wooden dwellings falling into decay. All is new and up to date in Novosibirst-as of 50 years ago or so.

We were told half the people don’t marry, half of those who do separate, and more people die than are being born. A local guide said social services for needy people, old and young, are an outrage.

After visiting a gaunt, gray and unaesthetic art gallery where we saw a fairly limited collection of 19th and 20th century Russian art, we were encouraged to walk a few i blocks to the city center to see a square given over to a World War II