The whiplashed, pulped and bloodied back of the soldier of culture—of the “little man,” the government clerk, the raznochinets, the baptized Jew, the intelligent whom the crowd drags to the Fontanka River to be drowned—is the price of initiation into history, into letherature.
—Alexander Skidan, “On the Use and Abuse of Letherburg for Life,” Words Without Borders (translated by Our Swimmer)