When reading the works of Evald Ilyenkov today, in every line I see his delicate and, at the same time, unquiet nature, I feel the flame of his soul, the longing to express the nearness of earthy, irreligious revival of life, and that thrill with a complexity of time, driving to despair sometimes.
Michail Lifshits
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