Yevgeny Zamyatin

Name: We — Fog—Thou—A Decidedly Absurd Adventure
Author: Yevgeny Zamyatin

We — Fog—Thou—A Decidedly Absurd Adventure (1924)

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“We — Fog—Thou—A Decidedly Absurd Adventure”, published in 1924, is a work by Yevgeny Zamyatin. It explores elements such as unif, lodestone and fog.

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Yevgeny Zamyatin, We — Fog—Thou—A Decidedly Absurd Adventure (1924)

“ A fragment of iron ore probably feels the same joy of submission to precise, inevitable law when it clings to a lodestone. The same joy is in a stone which, thrown aloft, hesitates a little at the height of its flight and then rushes down to the ground. It is the same with a man when in his final convulsion he takes a last deep breath and dies.
I remember I smiled vaguely and said for no reason at all, “Fog . . . very.”
“Thou lovest fog, dost thou?” ”

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Yevgeny Zamyatin, We — Fog—Thou—A Decidedly Absurd Adventure (1924)

“ We were walking—as one. Somewhere beyond the fog the sun was singing in a faint tone, gradually swelling, filling the air with tension and with pearl and gold and rose and red. . . . The whole world seemed to be one unembraceable woman, and we who were in her body were not yet born; we were ripening in joy. It was clear to me, absolutely clear, that everything existed only for me: the sun, the fog, the gold—for me. I did not ask where we were going; what did it matter? It was a pleasure to walk, to ripen, to become stronger and more tense. . . .
“Here . . .” I-330 stopped at a door. ”

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Yevgeny Zamyatin, We — Fog—Thou—A Decidedly Absurd Adventure (1924)

“ I said aloud to myself, and then to her, “I hate fog. I am afraid of fog.”
“Then you love it. For if you fear it because it is stronger than you, hate it because you fear it, you love it. For you cannot subject it to yourself. One loves only the things one cannot conquer.” ”

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Yevgeny Zamyatin, We — Fog—Thou—A Decidedly Absurd Adventure (1924)

“ And my dream of a few days before became so comprehensible, so clear to me; everything seemed saturated with the golden prime juice of life, and it seemed that I was overflowing with it—one second more and it would splash out. . . . Like iron ore to a lodestone, in sweet submission to the precise and unchangeable law, inevitably, I clung to her. ”

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Yevgeny Zamyatin, We — Fog—Thou—A Decidedly Absurd Adventure (1924)

“ Yes, I was a slave. . . . This, too, was inevitable, was good.
“Yes, good . . .” I said aloud to myself, and then to her, “I hate fog. ”

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Yevgeny Zamyatin, We — Fog—Thou—A Decidedly Absurd Adventure (1924)

“ I put on my unif and bent over I-330 to draw her into me with my eyes—for the last time.
“I knew it. . . . I knew you,” said I-330 in a very low voice. She passed her hand over her face as though brushing something away; then she arose brusquely, put on her unif and her usual sharp, bite-like smile.
“Well, my fallen angel, you perished just now, do you know that? No? You are not afraid? Well, au revoir. You shall go home alone. Well?”
She opened the mirror door of the cupboard and, looking at me over her shoulder, she waited. ”

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Yevgeny Zamyatin, We — Fog—Thou—A Decidedly Absurd Adventure (1924)

“ A red line in the milky whiteness of the fog—like blood, like a wound made by a sharp knife—her lips.
“I made you wait, I think. And now you are late for your work anyway?”
“How . . . ? Well, yes, it is too late now.”
I glanced at her lips in silence. All women are lips, lips only. Some are rosy lips, tense and round, a ring, a tender fence separating one from the world. But these! ”

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Yevgeny Zamyatin, We — Fog—Thou—A Decidedly Absurd Adventure (1924)

“ A glass room, filled with golden fog; shelves of glass, colored bottles, jars, electric wires, bluish sparks in tubes; and a male Number—a very thin flattened man. He might have been cut out of a sheet of paper. Wherever he was, whichever way he turned, he showed only a profile, a sharply pointed, glittering blade of a nose, and lips like scissors.
I could not hear what I-330 told him. I merely saw her lips when she was talking, and I felt that I was smiling, irrepressibly, blissfully. The scissors-like lips glittered and the doctor said, “Yes, yes, I see. A most dangerous disease. ”

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Yevgeny Zamyatin, We — Fog—Thou—A Decidedly Absurd Adventure (1924)

“ At eleven-forty-five exactly (I looked at the clock particularly at that time to catch the figures, to save at least the figures) , at eleven-forty-five, just before leaving, according to our Table of Hours, to go and occupy myself with physical labor, I dropped into my room for a moment. Suddenly the telephone rang. A voice—a long needle slowly penetrating my heart: “Oh, you are at home? I am very glad! Wait for me at the corner. We shall go together. ”

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