“Seek not that your sons and your daughters should not see visions, should not dream dreams; seek that they should see true visions, that they should dream noble dreams. Such out-going of the imagination is one with aspiration, and will do more to elevate above what is low and vile than all possible inculcations of morality.”
-George MacDonald (1824-1905), A Dish of Orts
”Everyone seemed to be afraid of something, everyone seemed to hope for something; people poured into the streets and formed crowds, and then scattered again. They behaved in the same way in Archangel, in Nizhny-Kolomsk, in Saratov, in Petersburg, and in Moscow. They all seemed to fear something, to hope for something; people poured into the streets and formed crowds, and then scattered again.
A ring of many-chimneyed factories girded Petersburg.
In the morning the great human swarm crept toward them; the streets of the suburbs crawled with this moving hoard.
This agitation, which ringed Petersburg, had penetrated into the very heart of the city. It had first gripped the islands, then rushed headlong across the Liteiny and Nikolayevsky bridges; on the Nevsky Prospect, it assumed a human polypedal form, and this polypedal swarm changed constantly as it circulated along the Prospect; an observer might have noted the black shaggy cap from the blood-soaked fields of Manchuria: the number of passing cylinder hats was diminishing correspondingly; and the air carried the turbulent shouts of the anti-Government urchins who were distributing revolutionary leaflets between the railway station and the Admiralty.”
-Andrey Biely (1880-1934), St. Petersburg
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