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At one time, Russia was known as the most reading country in the world - and this was no exaggeration: newspapers, thin and thick magazines were famous for millions of copies; books did not lag behind, for which circulations of 50-100 thousand copies were not uncommon. They read everywhere (this was most noticeable in the cities): in the train, on the tram, on the bus, in the subway, passengers would certainly come across with an open book or with a magazine in their hands. The popularity of such, for example, magazines as Novy Mir, Moscow, Our Contemporary was such that it was not easy to get a subscription to them.

With perestroika, when a lot of publications appeared that made public what could not be in print before, when the archives were opened, a real boom continued for some time, all kinds of publications flourished (new ones also appeared, for example: Slovo, Kuban, Our Heritage, etc.). But this did not last long - very soon everything was gobbled up by the greedy, insatiable market.

Out of fear that the former luxury may drown in the vast sea of ​​information, somehow forgotten, - there is a desire to try to keep at least something from this recent renaissance. From what was published at that time one can quote endlessly and one has to constantly face the problem of selection. Moreover, sometimes quotes do not require any comments at all.

It is 100 years since the two revolutions that shook Russia. But to this day, the incessant echo of those grandiose events resounds in our hearts, disputes still do not subside - what was it? Is it spring in February? And in October - what, autumn? And I want