Let's go. #Russia1914. A voyage down the Volga. With one incongruous aside as preamble, which is as follows: I have been using a clam shell to stay the pages of my copy of the Handbook while I work at my perch at the kitchen table. The Volga River. Centuries ago it was the Atel. Or Etel. Or Itel. (Those pesky ambiguous primary vowels.) Centuries before that it was the Rha. The Oaros.