Short Fiction
Vsevolod Garshin, 1887
A soldier-writer's short stories: battlefield, hospital, madhouse, greenhouse. Precise, unsparing, often strange, and never sentimental about courage.
1855–1888
Garshin volunteered for the Russo-Turkish War in 1877 and was wounded in Bulgaria; his first story, 'Four Days,' came out of that experience.
Feels like war, dread and madness.
The thing that keeps an army moving is not hatred or fear.
But we did not stop. An unknown, mysterious force was drawing us—the strongest force in human life. Each of us, taken separately, would have gone home, but the whole mass went forward in obedience to discipline, and not from any recognition of the justice of the cause, nor from any feeling of hatred towards an unknown enemy; not from any fear of punishment, but moved solely by that hidden and unconscious something which will, for many a long day yet, lead humanity to sanguinary slaughter—the most potent cause of every description of human ill and suffering. Vsevolod Garshin, 1887
A soldier-writer's short stories: battlefield, hospital, madhouse, greenhouse. Precise, unsparing, often strange, and never sentimental about courage.
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