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Whoever has not seen autumn in Kyiv has no conception of the tender beauty of these hours. The first star began to shine in the sky. The magnificent autumn gardfens wait for the stars in silence, because they know the stars must fall to earth and that the gardens will catch them, as in a hammock, int he thickness of their leaves and ease them down to earth so gently that no one in the town will even wake up or know

"...what always seemed to me to be required of everyone in our revolutionary age was a profound commitment to freedom, justice, and humanity, together wìth honesty towards oneself."

"Something shifted in my consciousness ... I no longer shunned all those things that had once disturbed me. I stopped treating people so casually ... I have an obligation to look for every spark of humanity in the people that I encountered no matter how different or unappealing they might seem. There is something in every human heart that responds, no matter how faintly, to that which is true and good."

I’ll finish this today.

"I sat and wrote . About the war, about my generation . I was certain we would remake the world. We were a generation of restless dreamers and idealists. I näively believed that these qualities meant we would not allow ourselves to lead humdrum lives and die without having accomplished something, leaving nothing behind ... 'but our smell' ."

After the October Revolution I’m comparing/contrasting the author with Victor Serge.