Maxim Gorky: Only time to train cannon fodder, not soldiers
From The Specter (1938)
Translated by Alexander Bakshy
The streets and squares of the city had long since been in use for drilling soldiers, and everywhere rang the command:
The command lingered in his memory from childhood, when, in the tranquillity of a provincial town, it had rung assured and imperious, although coming from a distance – from the field. Here in the city which commanded the forces of the enormous country, the life of a hundred and fifty million souls, this command sounded irritable, hopeless, sometime actually despondent and futile, like an appeal or a cry of despair.
Samghin, listening to the order, shook his head incredulously, and came to a stop. Before him, striding along the cobbled pavements of the street, he saw small men in…
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