Name: We — Through Glass—I Died—The Corridor
Author: Yevgeny Zamyatin

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Yevgeny Zamyatin, We — Through Glass—I Died—The Corridor (1924)

“ I do not remember now where we turned into darkness; in the darkness we walked up some endless stairway in silence. I did not see but I knew, I knew that she walked as I did, with closed eyes, blind, her head thrown a little backward, biting her lips and listening to the music—that is to say, to my almost audible tremor.
I returned to consciousness in one of the innumerable nooks in the courtyard of the Ancient House. There was a fence of earth with naked stone ribs and yellow teeth of walls half fallen to pieces. She opened her eyes and said, “Day after tomorrow at sixteen.” She was gone. ”

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Yevgeny Zamyatin, We — Through Glass—I Died—The Corridor (1924)

“ The yellow eyes twinkled, moved back, and disappeared in the foliage. What a pitiful being! How absurd the idea that he might be happier! Happier than I he may be, but I am an exception, am I not? I am sick.
I noticed that I was approaching the dark red walls of the Ancient House, and I saw the grown-together lips of the old woman. I ran to her as fast as I could. ”

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Yevgeny Zamyatin, We — Through Glass—I Died—The Corridor (1924)

“ I walked, I think, for about twenty minutes. A turn to the right, the corridor became wider, the small lamps brighter. There was a dim droning somewhere . . . Was it a machine or voices? I did not know. I stood before heavy, opaque door from behind which came the noise. I knocked. Then I knocked again, louder. Now there was silence behind the door. Something clanked; the door opened slowly and heavily.
I don’t know which of us was the more dumfounded; the thin, blade-like doctor stood before me! ”

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Yevgeny Zamyatin, We — Through Glass—I Died—The Corridor (1924)

“ Man ceased to be a wild animal the day he built the first wall; man ceased to be a wild man only on the day when the Green Wall was completed, when by this wall we isolated our machine-like, perfect world from the irrational, ugly world of trees, birds, and beasts. . . .
The blunt snout of some unknown beast was to be seen dimly through the glass of the Wall; its yellow eyes kept repeating the same thought which remained incomprehensible to me. We looked into each other’s eyes for a long while. Eyes are shafts which lead from the superficial world into a world which is beneath the surface. ”

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Yevgeny Zamyatin, We — Through Glass—I Died—The Corridor (1924)

“ My lips quivered, so did my hands and knees, and I had a most stupid thought: “Vibrations make sounds. Shivering must make a sound. Why, then, don’t I hear it?”
Her eyes opened for me widely. I entered into them.
“I could not . . . any longer! . . . Where have you been? . . . Why? . . .”
I was unable to tear my eyes away from her for a second, and I talked as if in a delirium, fast and incoherently, or perhaps I only thought without speaking out: “A shadow . . . behind me. I died. And from the cupboard . . . Because that doctor of yours . . . speaks with his scissors . . . I have a soul . . ”

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Yevgeny Zamyatin, We — Through Glass—I Died—The Corridor (1924)

“ I grasped the key of the cupboard; the ring oscillated. This oscillation reminded me of something. Again a conclusion, a naked conclusion without premises; a conclusion, or, to be more exact, a fragment of one: “Now, I-330 is . . .” I brusquely opened the cupboard and, when inside in the darkness, shut the door firmly. One step! The floor shook under my feet. Slowly and softly I floated some where downward; my eyes were dimmed—I died! ”

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