Activity

had at the start of the war inveigled royal permission to join the army

Long days, warm orgiastic nights. A sybariticism for the end of a world.

The mood grew ugly. Chernov shrank precariously back as suspicious men and women surrounding him jostled closer to where he balanced. A big worker pushed his way through and came up close and shook his fist in Chernov’s face.

‘Take power, you son of a bitch,’ he bellowed, in one of most famous p…

As they approached, so too at the Neva’s mouth did a naval gallimaufry. A mad patchwork flotilla.