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Updated: May 24, 2025
In the vehement passions of the magnanimous, compassionate hero in tatters, in the aristocracy of his soul, and in his constant thirst for Freedom, Gorky sees the rebellious and irreconcilable spirit of man, of future man, in these he sees something beautiful, something powerful, something monumental, and is carried away by their strange psychology.
I don't like everything he writes, but there are things I like very, very much, and to my mind there is not a shadow of doubt that Gorky is made of the dough of which artists are made. He is the real thing. He's a fine man, clever, thinking, and thoughtful. But there is a lot of unnecessary ballast upon him and in him for example, his provincialism....
There was need of a man, a writer like Gorky several years later born right in the midst of this movement, who would be the very product of it, and for whom its ideas would be a reason for existence. Veressayev was this man and writer, and it is as much by his political opinions as by his literary talents that he gained such a wide-spread reputation.
But we cannot be quite certain whether his protest is the protest of the first anarchist against government, or whether it is the protest of the last savage against civilisation. The cruelty of ages and of political cynicism or necessity has done much to burden the race of which Gorky writes; but time has left them one thing which it has not left to the people in Poplar or West Ham.
From Nizhny Novgorod, he went, in 1893, to Tzaratzine; then he traveled on foot through the entire province of the Don, the Ukraine, entered into Bessarabia, and from there descended by the coast of the Crimea as far as Kuban. In October, 1892, Gorky found himself at Tiflis, where he worked in the railroad shops.
"In the year 1893-1894," writes Gorky, "I made the acquaintance of Vladimir Korolenko, to whom I owe my introduction into 'great' literature. He has done a great deal for me in teaching me many things." The important influence of Korolenko on the literary development of Gorky can best be seen in one of the latter's letters to his biographer, Mr. Gorodetsky.
Zola could have tackled it nicely. Gorky might have made a stab at it. Dostoievsky would have handled it with relish. But for oneself the thing is too vast. One cannot wangle it. It intimidates.
Once an exception he had succumbed to the charms of an actress who essayed characters in the dumps Ibsen soubrettes, Strindberg servants, and Máxim Górky tramps. Yet he had, somehow or other, emerged heart whole from his adventures among those masterpieces of the cosmos women. Certainly this might be another romance added to the long list of his sentimental fractures.
A good characteristic specimen of a kham is your Stchemilov, with whom, Elisaveta, you sympathize so strongly. He's a familiar young fellow, a handsome flunkey." This type has come very much into vogue since Gorky has put him into his stories. Piotr fixed his eyes on Elisaveta. She replied calmly: "I think you very unjust to him. He is a good man." Every one was glad when dinner was ended.
The interest of the Gorky tale, like the interest of so many other Russian masterpieces, consists in this sharp contact between a simplicity, which we in the West feel to be very old, and a rebelliousness which we in the West feel to he very new.
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