Светоусещане

Vaptsarov, this somewhat intrusive young man, with a casually unbuttoned collar and a lock of hair falling on his forehead, as I remember him, moved imperceptibly among the people. But this was only the external, "showy" side. Because every cell of his soul trembled with tension, excitement and businesslike drive. Because as a party functionary he was on the front line, on the firing line. But wasn't he like that as a writer too? Didn't he still modestly consider himself a "newbie" in the universally recognized literary environment, even though his success and achievements spoke otherwise? He, the still unknown, who recognized the primacy of his teachers and who did more than them, by transforming the everyday life, the pain, the suffering and the willingness to sacrifice of the working class in an original way. Here is his characteristic urban landscape: