ABSTRACT
We see aeroplanes and at the same time we look down from them to the earth below and the earth flies past. Streets, houses, newspapers are conveyed in a new light and Comrade Trotsky's words are clear in their spatial sense and temporal measure:
'we exist but people do not notice us.' 'we fight' and we are fighting not for life but
for death and we hide nothing. The graves in Astrakhan, the spades burying
the bodies of our fallen heroes in Kronstadt, the banners lowered at the moment of burial in Minsk. We take off our hats. The Muscovites do the same on the embankment of the Moscow River.
