““In a state of mental tumult, conflict and disorientation, he wanders the freezing city night, now gazing at the ice thickening on the dark waters of the Neva, now peering at the great horseman on his plinth with a vague terror, as though the horseman were not the effigy of the city’s founder but the herald of four yet more mythic horsemen who are, indeed, on their way to confound Petersburg forever, though they won’t arrive yet, not quite yet.””
