My Disillusionment in Russia

The decision to record my experiences, observations, and reactions during my stay in
Russia I had made long before I thought of leaving that country. In fact, that was my
main reason for departing from that tragically heroic land.
The strongest of us are loath to give up a long-cherished dream. I had come to Russia
possessed by the hope that I should find a new-born country, with its people wholly
consecrated to the great, though very difficult, task of revolutionary reconstruction.
And I had fervently hoped that I might become an active part of the inspiring work.
I found reality in Russia grotesque, totally unlike the great ideal that had borne me
upon the crest of high hope to the land of promise. It required fifteen long months
before I could get my bearings. Each day, each week, each month added new links to
the fatal chain that pulled down my cherished edifice. I fought desperately against the
disillusionment. For a long [Pg vi] time I strove against the still voice within me which
urged me to face the overpowering facts. I would not and could not give up.