They are the damned, the forgotten-those who cry out to let us know they lived. They are all ages and all sexes. They remain earthbound for many reasons-duty, devotion, a sense of responsibility, but most of all for the simplest and most compelling reason of all: love. Come explore the vast land that is Russia, from the metropolitan streets of Moscow to the windswept steppes and farflung plains of Siberia. Discover the strange tales of those whose lives have continued long after their bodies perished, and whose restless spirits yet leave footprints in the Russian snows.Main line passenger service and mail pickups were all handled through Barabinsk, which was still more than an hour away. Suddenly, the red warning light in her cabin began to flash, just as the train started to shudder and sway violently. The air brakes on the engine screamed as the gentle whirring sound and vibration of the big enginea#39;s electric motor died to a ... Sparks showered from the rails as the cars clanged together like twenty-one thunderclaps in the dark, still Siberian night.
|Title||:||Footprints in the Snow|
|Author||:||James L. Choron|
|Publisher||:||Zumaya Publications LLC - 2007-01|