Before the revolution, the author worked as an instructor of a spare armored battalion. In February of the seventeenth year he arrived with his battalion to the Tauride Palace. The revolution saved him, as well as other spare ones, from months of wearisome and humiliating sitting in the barracks. In this he saw the main reason for the rapid victory of the revolution in the capital.
The democracy that had reigned in the army advanced Shklovsky, a supporter of the continuation of the war, which he now likened to the wars of the French Revolution, to the post of Assistant Commissioner of the Western Front. A graduate student of the philological faculty, a futurist, a curly-haired youth, in the drawing Repin resembling Danton, is now at the center of historical events. He sits together
Now the longing called somewhere on the outskirts – he took a train and drove off. In Persia, again the Commissar of the Provisional Government in the Russian Expeditionary Corps. Battles with the Turks near Lake Urmia, where the Russian troops are mainly located, have long been no longer underway. Persians are in poverty and hunger, and local Kurds, Armenians and Aysor are busy cutting each other. Shklovsky on the side of the Aysor, simple-minded, friendly and few. In the end, after October 1917, the Russian army withdrew from Persia. The author returns to his homeland through the south of Russia, which, by that time, is full of all kinds of nationalism.
In St. Petersburg Shklovsky interrogates the Cheka. He, a professional narrator,
Once I met a shoe cleaner, an old acquaintance of Aysor Lazar Zervandov, and wrote down his story about the outcome of the Aysors from Northern Persia to Mesopotamia. He placed it in his book as a fragment of a heroic epic. In St. Petersburg at this time people of Russian culture tragically experienced a catastrophic change, the era was expressly defined as the time of Alexander Blok’s death. This is also in the book, it also appears as a tragic epic. Genres were transformed. But the fate of Russian culture, the fate of the Russian intelligentsia, appeared with inevitable clarity. The theory seemed clear. The craft was a culture, the craft determined the fate.
May 20, 1922 in Finland Shklovsky wrote: “When you fall a stone, you do not need to think, when you think, you do not need to fall.” I mixed two handicrafts. “
In the same year in Berlin, he finishes the book with the names of those who are worthy of their craft, those to whom their craft does not leave the possibility of killing and doing meanness.