Abstract
There is no doubt that a normal living pace, a working routine, lies far in the future for Russian literature. The past six years have brought us all—writers, publishers, and readers as well—many tortures, frayed our nerves, and dragged on unbearably. However, this is unavoidable during major repairs and alterations in communications and domestic reorganization—especially if there is no opportunity (and there hasn't been, of course) to move the residents to temporary apartments.