“…That's something we don't find in Mr. Benediktov's poems. His verse is sonorous, loud, full of harmony| his images are bright, bold, picturesque | it often seems to rise to true animation, to true poetry, but re-read it again, look more closely at what seemed to you poetry - and "something" did not happen: the form remains separated from the spirit, but there is no spirit, because there is no mysterious fusion between them…”