“Sleeping Springs” by Igor Severyanin, completed in 1931 but never printed during his lifetime, is in essence a document—a kind of autobiography written in broad strokes. But at the same time it is prose by an outstanding poet, one of the brightest representatives of the Silver Age, the founder of ego-futurism. Everything in this prose is mixed together and interconnected: descriptions of life in Estonian exile, trips across Europe, meetings with Bunin and Mayakovsky sit alongside literary criticism directed at the past times, and are strung on a thread of mental wandering through an irreversible past. And in that past there are Fyodor Sologub, Bryusov, Blok, Gumilyov, Georgy Ivanov, Gippius, Merezhkovsky, Fofanov, and many, many, many others… And in that past there also remained a wreath of the “king of poets,” which the admiring public placed on Severyanin. If the poet had known then what twists fate would bring him… Igor Severyanin died half-forgotten in December 1941 in Nazi-occupied Tallinn.