I never forced the men to cross, but they themselves, knowing why I had to hurry, would decide at a given moment that an attempt must be made. ‘There are not seven deaths in one’s life, and one cannot be avoided,’ they would say, and…
Petr Alekseevich Kropotkin
The Public Record
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The idea of a famine that might break out next spring on the lower Amúr oppressed me all the time.
The rivers were freezing, and I had to cross the Ob in a boat amidst the floating ice, which menaced at every moment to crush our small craft.