A book that was not published — neither separately nor as part of collected works — in the USSR even after Bunin's rehabilitation. The most brutal, bitter, merciless, and most personal book of the writer. A book in which he,...
with unrelenting and caustic irony and unabashed hatred, pronounces the verdict on Bolshevism and Soviet power, which he had the misfortune to observe first in Moscow and then in Odessa, up until his emigration. The great Russian writer finds not a single kind word for the revolution — a bloody, terrifying, disgusting, suicidal chaos that engulfed Russia in 1917.
A book that was not published — neither separately nor as part of collected works — in the USSR even after Bunin's rehabilitation. The most brutal, bitter, merciless, and most personal book of the writer. A book in which he, with unrelenting and caustic irony and unabashed hatred, pronounces the verdict on Bolshevism and Soviet power, which he had the misfortune to observe first in Moscow and then in Odessa, up until his emigration. The great Russian writer finds not a single kind word for the revolution — a bloody, terrifying, disgusting, suicidal chaos that engulfed Russia in 1917.