On the life of L.B. Krasin. The city was unprecedented and visible many times. Although he had never been to it before. Everything seemed incredibly familiar: both impetuous, as if drawn by a raisfeder on a sheet of elephant paper, lines of avenues, and a river wise in its leisurely movement, and houses so unlike housing, haughtily shining with mirrored windows, with caryatids and atlanteans bent under the mighty weight of cornices. He and five companions with his greedy eyes of the provincials looked at everything that opened around.