“For me, Bely is an impressionist of the word. No one else can “draw” what is happening so accurately with just a few strokes. Just a couple of sentences - and you already see everything around you, hear sounds, smell smells, even feel someone’s gaze on you. Mysticism is conveying meaning in verse without words...” Without the controversial, convulsive, inspired figure of Andrei Bely, it is impossible to imagine the atmosphere of the era that preceded the revolution. He called for it together with Blok as retribution, which the collapsing tsarist system deserved. I could hardly imagine on whose heads the ruins would fall. He had an extraordinary gift for improvisation, but without foresight. In all his sometimes childish, naive impulses, whimsically combined with deep education, Andrei Bely was defenselessly sincere and somewhat reminiscent of the knight of the Sad Image in literature.