«Kükhlya» is a novel-biography, but, following in the footsteps of its main character (Wilhelm Karlovich Küchelbecker), we enter a portrait gallery of the people dearest to our hearts—Pushkin, Griboyedov, Delvig—and each portrait (and there are very many of them) is drawn freely, subtly, and boldly. Everywhere you can feel the gaze of Küchelbecker himself. At times it seems as though he is telling his own story; and the more quietly that voice sounds, the more clearly the tragedy of the Decembrists takes shape before us. Perhaps it is in this modesty, in this unobtrusiveness, that lies the strength of the character painted by Tynyanov.
Perhaps everything was different.
But when you read Tynyanov, you want to believe that it was exactly that way.