The White Guard
From the album “Drawings by Sergei Gonkov”
Like multi-tiered honeycombs, the City smoked and buzzed and lived. Beautiful in the frost and fog on the hills, over the Dnieper. All day long, smoke went up to the sky in spirals from countless chimneys. The streets steamed with haze, and the giant, trodden snow squeaked. And the houses piled up in five, and six, and seven stories.