Yakov Okunev, The Russian Review (1916)
“ The fear of pain, which is infinitely more severe and acute than the fear of death, has already burned out in the soul of every one of us. Nothing can make us afraid or desperate; nothing can terrify us. And yet there is something to which we cannot become accustomed: it is the sight of charred roofs, fragments of furniture, broken plate . . . Plain soldiers, especially peasants, men like Zverev, Lozhkin, Zozulenko, feel even more deeply than we, educated men, the meaning and the horror of this destruction. ”
