The White Guard
From the album “Illustrations by Andrey Nikolaev”
And so, in the winter of 1918, the City lived a strange, unnatural life that might never be repeated in the twentieth century. Behind the stone walls, all the apartments were overflowing. Its ancient, native inhabitants huddled together and continued to shrink, willingly or unwillingly letting in the new arrivals who flocked to the City. And those people came precisely across this arrow-shaped bridge from where the mysterious, grayish haze was.