Panteleimon Romanov’s works were not published in our country since the late thirties. And only from the beginning of the 1970s did publications of his stories begin to appear.
“As modernity seeks to make the artist a complete expression of his feelings, the ideas, images, and moods that interest it, it demands that all his output be a one-hundred-percent expression of the new life it lives… What seems most essential to contemporaries turns, in a year, into a minor detail. After some time—and most often after the artist’s death—society’s attention suddenly becomes fiercely directed toward him. Not because, years in advance, he somehow guessed what people would be interested in, but because the artist spoke about the less festive, yet human, things that people have always lived by—things they were distracted from by the powerful current of the days of their era, far away from themselves, and finally starved for themselves.”
This is what Panteleimon Romanov wrote during the period of his highest popularity among readers.