Без языка - Vladimir Korolenko This is a nice little story of a peasant emigrating to America and... failing at most things. It's charming, the savage who doesn't understand anything, etc., but to be honest, I would have been very annoyed at this book if said savage had not come to his senses and realized that he, not the Americans, were at fault. I have a hard time liking ignorant characters in books, and I so wished Dyma could have been more prominent in the story. Seriously, how difficult is it to try to at least communicate with gestures and grimaces? I also find it weird how long it took for people to realize he was Russian/Ukrainian, and to manage to work out were he was from. You don't have to use the same language to figure those kinds of things out, and the US should have been filled with people understanding the problem of an non-English speaking immigrant back in those days...