“... We have to admit that every writer, faced with this kind of epic material made of such powerful psycho-ethnic substance, may feel disarmed; if realized with inadequate instruments, it becomes inert, without any meaning. Sensing the risk, Pavlovski accepts and overcomes this with the coolness of a great writer, and in this fashion he creates the various parts of the novel, introducing in each a distinct destiny so that at the end, through the syncopated technique of a mosaic, he unites them in a single fresco ... ”