Yakov Okunev

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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.
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Yakov Okunev,  The Russian Review (1916)

“ Burnt pillars, bent sheets of iron torn off the roof and scattered on the ground, broken dishes, mutilated utensils, frames with scraps of burnt canvass in the place of paintings, bodies of pianos, blackened by fire,—this is all that is left of the merry Polish estates, which the Austrians had visited, and through which the artillery fire played unhampered.
We have become accustomed to death; the sight of the most terrible wounds frightens us no longer.
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Yakov Okunev,  The Russian Review (1916)

“ I cannot kill anybody, cannot steal anything, cannot injure a woman or a child. I know, I am convinced, that war is an evil, that in it is combined everything that I cannot do. And yet the signal horn begins to scatter its disquieting tra-ta-ta through the field. My heart begins to beat rapidly, my throat is compressed, my mind is clouded, stripped entirely of what the books I had read imparted to it, void of any realization of good and evil. ”
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