Fyodor Kryukov

Fyodor Kryukov

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Portrait of Fyodor Kryukov Fyodor Kryukov The Russian Review (1916)

Everything is still, with the stillness that comes when heavy clouds overcast the sky, when dark shadows hang shroud-like over the fields, when the white sands of the river-bank grow grey, when the purple hills and the blue grove on the horizon lose their coloring and disappear in the greyish mist, and when all living sounds, so familiar to the ear, suddenly die away, as if swallowed by some monster,—when everything disappears within itself, crowding around its own thoughts and vague questionings about life.
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Portrait of Fyodor Kryukov Fyodor Kryukov The Russian Review (1916)

Life in the far-away quiet nooks and corners flows along its long-trodden paths, and yet the war has cast a heavy shadow on it. The village street is empty on week-days. And yet there is an hour of the day when, from the window of my room, I can see crowds gathering about the well in front of the post office. At noon the mail arrives from the station ... The whole population of the village is there, old men, women, priests, a doctor, the teachers, boys, girls, messengers,—persons of all ages, classes, and occupations. Some of them come there every day; others come occasionally.
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