"Each, who on Octobers, 24, 1917 led to smell a cocaine on uninhabited and inhuman Petrograd boulevards, knows that man quite not tsar of nature. The tsar of nature would not fold a palm in similarity Indian wise, trying to protect from dank wind a tiny starting ground on a thumb-nail. The tsar of nature would not hold other hand the trying to fall down on eyes edge of bashlyk. And to what exactly never the tsar of nature did not reach, so it to the humiliating necessity to hold teeth stinking leather reins, every second expecting from the dull Russian horse a long ago already predicted by Dmitry by Sergeevich Мережковским great boor".