It frequently happens that an artist who has had enormous prestige during his lifetime suffers a temporary decline in his reputation after his death. T.S. Eliot is the perfect example.
How can we slow time down? How can we shed rot, Raspad? Sleepless nights on the Volga coast unleash miracles.
Where the eye relied on the droughty steppe for mercy, there, in swirling mist, the haystack of revolution rises.
In distant granaries a [...]
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