Over the Hills of Ruthenia #228360

And where is Ruthenia? It is in a curious position. The most solid bourgeois amongst us may at certain hours be visited by horrifying questions, which he never for the life of him would dream of making public and which ask - yes, ask - if he exists at all. Ruthenia is, of course, less justified to entertain such doubts; but sometimes, even when she hears the wind that murmurs in her million oaks or feels those great-horned oxen ploughing up the ruddy soil, she may remember with uneasiness that on the ordinary map of Europe there is no Ruthenia, albeit when you come to Eger, on the north-west frontier of the new Czecho-Slovak Republic, you will find a train of which one carriage goes to Užhorod, Ruthenia's capital.