By: Valery Bryusov

“Near us is the closeness / of other worlds…”

By: Valery Bryusov

“An intuition helps unmask enigmas…”

By: Valery Bryusov

“Fine edifices shall be dimmed by ivy, / Grass weave a carpet over every stone…”

By: Valery Bryusov

“All that we only knew / Shall perish and sink and grow dim.”

By: Valery Bryusov

“Electrical moons are twinkling / On curving and delicate bands…”

By: Valery Bryusov

They resembled wild animals in their ferocity.

By: Valery Bryusov

Anarchy reached its last limits.

By: Valery Bryusov

There commenced a dreadful orgy of the despairing.

By: Valery Bryusov

The sense of property vanished.

By: Valery Bryusov

Some simulated madness in order to escape punishment.

By: Valery Bryusov

They fled in fright to the outskirts of the town.

By: Valery Bryusov

Everyone fled who could.

By: Valery Bryusov

Life was standardised even to the most minute details.

By: Valery Bryusov

The number of working hours in the day were small in the extreme.