Short Fiction
Leonid Andreyev, 1916
Feverish stories from the edge of sanity: a masked man, a resurrected Lazarus, soldiers in a red haze, and ordinary people discovering how thin the skin of civilization is.
Leonid Andreyev
1871–1919
Andreyev trained as a lawyer and worked as a court reporter; his fiction returns again and again to trials, executions and the official machinery of death.
Feels like dread, madness and death.
The sound the earth makes when it has been at war too long.
How was it that we had not heard it before! From everywhere—the exact place could not be defined—a groan, unbroken and scraping, wonderfully calm in its breadth, and even indifferent, as it seemed, was borne upon us. We had heard many cries and groans, but this resembled none of those heard before. On the dim reddish surface our eyes could perceive nothing, and therefore the very earth and sky, lit up by a never-rising sun, seemed to be groaning. Books by Leonid Andreyev
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