ABSTRACT
The red line of the Revolution divided the world into the “old” and the “new.” There is no corner of human life through which this line has not passed, and there is no person who has not felt it in one way or another. The sharp line of the Revolution dramatically shaped the following three categories: people who want to remain in the past and defend this past (as far as taking up arms); people who accept the new and also defend this new (as far as taking up arms); and those who “passively adapt,” waiting for the results of the struggle between the first two groups. The corporeal, spiritual, emotional, and intellectual sides of human life have all been stirred by the hurricane the likes of which has never been seen in the history of the Earth. Its whirlwind is spreading the flames of destruction further and further, wider and wider. Mankind’s dilapidated structures are burned to the ground. The area enveloped in the flames of renewal is growing. Yet there are still naive people hoping some fire brigade would arrive to put out the flames that have smoldered for centuries in the people’s core. They still fancy they see instigators, and they are still waiting for these rebels to be caught, and the former prosperity to return (with the French rolls). If they only took the trouble to look at the pages of books that, instead of telling the history of the tsars, talk about the life of the many-faced being whose name is the People. They are the ones who, with their own hands, raise an individual to the summit of life, or bring death to those who break from them. It is they who unseal the crater of their boundless soul expelling lava that has accumulated over centuries of menacing silence. You mistook this silence for thoughtlessness! Your loud prosperity alongside their silent poverty seemed to you as it should be. Now they have screamed. Now they have broken the thick silence. They let out a cry into the world. Their cry is lava; their cry is fire. Revolution is their cry.
