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'PERMANENT REVOLUTION' 173<br />

nearly all Ostyaks and Zyrians he was constantly drunk and<br />

falling asleep, to <strong>the</strong> horror of <strong>the</strong> passenger who saw <strong>the</strong> sleigh<br />

running into deep snowdrifts and feared pursuit. Himself without<br />

food, drink, or sleep, Trotsky kept on thumping and kicking<br />

<strong>the</strong> driver, tearing off his headgear, exposing him to <strong>the</strong> frost<br />

and thus keeping him awake. As <strong>the</strong>y passed by Ostyak huts,<br />

which were happily very few and very far between, <strong>the</strong> driver<br />

would stop and disappear; and <strong>the</strong> passenger would find him<br />

ei<strong>the</strong>r indulging with <strong>the</strong> Ostyaks and <strong>the</strong>ir wives and children<br />

in wild bouts of drinking, or lying unconscious on <strong>the</strong> floor.<br />

On <strong>the</strong> way, <strong>the</strong> leading reindeer strained its leg, and <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>rs<br />

were worn out. The animals had to be left behind and fresh<br />

ones bought. This happened again and again, and Trotsky had<br />

to join <strong>the</strong> Ostyaks in a hunt for reindeer.<br />

Despite <strong>the</strong> discomfort and exasperation, he was happy to be<br />

on <strong>the</strong> move, and he watched with wide eyes <strong>the</strong> awe-inspiring<br />

beauty of <strong>the</strong> white desert and <strong>the</strong> ugliness and misery of life in<br />

Ostyak huts. Most of <strong>the</strong> time he fought off sleep; and when <strong>the</strong>y<br />

halted in <strong>the</strong> open waste to make a fire and to melt <strong>the</strong> snow for<br />

tea, he sat by <strong>the</strong> fire to jot down his observations, which he was<br />

later to put into a book. Even <strong>the</strong> tension of this flight and <strong>the</strong><br />

terror of <strong>the</strong> tundra could not subdue <strong>the</strong> inquirer and <strong>the</strong> man<br />

of letters in him. He took notes on <strong>the</strong> landscape; on <strong>the</strong> shape<br />

of <strong>the</strong> woods; on <strong>the</strong> variety of <strong>the</strong> trails left on <strong>the</strong> snow by <strong>the</strong><br />

wolf, <strong>the</strong> fox, <strong>the</strong> ermine, <strong>the</strong> elk, and o<strong>the</strong>r beasts; on his conversations<br />

with his driver; on <strong>the</strong> customs and manners of <strong>the</strong><br />

natives (who liked best to eat fish raw, while it was still fluttering<br />

in <strong>the</strong>ir hands); on <strong>the</strong> abject slavery of <strong>the</strong>ir women; on hunting<br />

for deer; on <strong>the</strong> behaviour of <strong>the</strong> hunters and <strong>the</strong> hunted;<br />

and on a thousand o<strong>the</strong>r points.<br />

As <strong>the</strong>y approached <strong>the</strong> Urals, human settlements became<br />

frequent, and <strong>the</strong> inquisitiveness of people encountered embarrassing.<br />

He posed aternatcly as a merchant and as a<br />

homebound member of a polar expedition. He had to use his<br />

wits to find plausib](" answers when goods were insistently offered<br />

to him for sale and when he ran into someone who had known<br />

one or two members of <strong>the</strong> polar expedition to which he claimed<br />

to belong. But nothing untoward happened, and at length he<br />

reached Bogoslovsk, <strong>the</strong> terminus of <strong>the</strong> single-track railway.<br />

A day later a train carried him westward from Perm through

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