During his short life, Pavel Kogan did not see a single poem in print signed with his name. His original talent, the development of which was so tragically interrupted by the war, lives in every line of his best poems. They express the philosophy of an entire generation that lived with the feeling of an impending war. He was born a poet, a romantic, a dreamer, a frontier. And he went to the front straight from his student days at the Moscow Institute of History, Philosophy and Literature. He died near Novorossiysk in August 1942. His poems are clearly marked by the stamp of the time in which he happened to live...