Those in the United who got their education by tramping for miles through the snows to the little red schoolhouse were far better off then the eager students of this land. "How can I teach?" asked a woman enough clothes to cover my body, I sleep in a cold room and I have next to nothing to eat. For months my salary has not been paid. I keep life together by trading in the public market, selling goods on commission. Nor can I expect the children to learn. They come to school hungry, poorly clad and, as the rooms are cold, we go through the motions of learning. The teacher in Samara, "I have barely that is all there is no school." There is no school. The discipline goes to pieces. In teachers' salaries hadn't been paid for many months, until recently, when they were given from 300,000 to 500,000 rubles each, as a month's salary, equivalent to the price of 10 pounds of butter, half enough to buy a pair of shoes, or one-tenth the cost of a suit of clothes. The men and women teachers are ragged, wearing clothing that is literally fall apart. Some of them have secured the privilege of living in the school; buildings where some heat is far off. The clothing of the pupils is on a par with that of the teachers. In Moscow schools, notwithstanding, there is good discipline and the pupils show an abiding will to learn, are astonishingly light-hearted. Except some rather strange religious opinions, they are happy and merry all their  Poverty and just like American school children. 