Collage 119

Captain Tushin:

...from the sight of the little puffs of smoke on the enemy's side (after each of which a cannonball came flying and hit the ground, a man a cannon, or a horse) --owing to the sight of all these things, there was established in his head a fantastic world of his own, which made up his pleasure at the moment. In his imagination, the enemy's cannon were not but pipes, from which an invisible smoker released an occasional puff of smoke.

Lynn Waskelis
from page 245-246 of original text
collage, acrylic paint
made 6/4/10

pages 193-194 in Pevear/Volokhonsky translation