“... M. Voloshin’s poems are not so much a recognition of the soul as a creation of art; This is literature, but good literature. M. Voloshin does not have the spontaneity of Verlaine or Balmont at all; he does not then compose his stanzas to express this or that feeling he has experienced, but his experiences give him the material to make this or that artist’s experience into poetry. He does not compose poems, like other poets, only to say that at such and such a moment he was sad or happy, that then he saw a sunset or sunrise, a sea or a snowy plain in front of him. M. Voloshin never forgets about the reader and writes only when he has something new to say or show the reader, something that has not yet been said or tried in Russian poetry. ..." (V. Bryusov)