A pleasant relief to find a book on Russia that is not buoyantly pro-, or bitterly anti-, anything at all. It is a straight horse-boy adventure story with glimpses into a little known area of the world. A war orphan, young Misha, is sent to recuperate from the effects of illness, acquired in the war zone, to the distant Central Asiatic republic, where the people were of Turko, Tartar, or Mongolian origin, where the boy's blue eyes met the merry, upturned slit eyes of the nomads turned somewhat agrarian. Misha found health, comradeship with the girl champion horseback rider of this famous horse country, had adventures with a lost segment of a hostile tribe, and the most wonderful horse in the whole world. Fascinating background of tribal customs, nomad dwellings, (felt houses that come apart for travel), glaciers, and camel passes to the Orient, wonderful barbecues. There is good detail, and a clear story line -- even if the writing could be better, and Misha is as American as any boy ranch hero.