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A review by ckrupiej
The Seven Who Were Hanged by Leonid Andreyev
Introduction:
"The misfortune of us all is that we know so little, even nothing, about one another - neither about the soul, nor the life, the sufferings, the habits, the inclinations, the aspirations of one another. Literature, which I have the honor to serve, is dear to me just because the noblest task it sets before itself is that of wiping out bounderies and distances."
"My task was to point out the horror and the iniquity of capital pusnihment under any cirumstances."
"It is not death that is terrible, but the knowledge of it: it would be utterly impossible to live if a man could know exactly and definitely the day and hour of his death."
"The misfortune of us all is that we know so little, even nothing, about one another - neither about the soul, nor the life, the sufferings, the habits, the inclinations, the aspirations of one another. Literature, which I have the honor to serve, is dear to me just because the noblest task it sets before itself is that of wiping out bounderies and distances."
"My task was to point out the horror and the iniquity of capital pusnihment under any cirumstances."
"It is not death that is terrible, but the knowledge of it: it would be utterly impossible to live if a man could know exactly and definitely the day and hour of his death."