PBC0292: joy at victory
PBC 292 expresses boundless joy at the Bolshevik victory, often comparing new freedom to the vast expanses of the borderless steppe (W326). In the Bolshevik victory over darkness (W404) and jangling chains (W174), these Bolshevik poets are “drunk on freedom, on the sky-blue space” (W83) and delighted with the bright light of “downpours of sunlight on your steppes” (W174). Unusually, in another instance, the new country is called “Young Rus’” (W326), a term that is quite unusual for the Bolsheviks who typically and quite sarcastically associate Russia’s ancient name with tsarism.
“ I crumple the map in my hands… ”