ure to the impersonal nature of the city:
My delight was beginning to turn into depression, into some kind of inexplicable terror before the grandiose appearance and cold indifference of my surroundings. I felt like a small insignificant grain of sand, lost in the unfamiliar and hostile sea of people that surround me (7-8).
Kanatchikov does not begin as a revolutionary, and in the beginning he sees these "students," as they are called, in much the same way as society sees them:
My own conception of these "students" was extremely confused. My only encounters with them were on the streets, and my feeling toward them was always one of great admiration mingled with fear and terror. I feared
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