Greetings to all.
Jack London is perhaps the finest short story writer of the 20th century, relegated in Russia to the narrow subgenre of "adventure fiction" and placed on the same shelf as Salgari or Reed. Most readers know him from his short story "Love of Life," which was included in the Soviet school curriculum and which Lenin is said to have greatly admired. It's undoubtedly a fine work (London has almost no bad stories), but he also has stronger and far deeper works. London was equally adept at both picaresque stories about Smoke Bellew and animalistic fiction. Few know it, but he is the author of one of the first apocalyptic tales about the demise of humanity from an epidemic, "The Scarlet Plague." A master of dynamic plots and capacious words, London traveled his path as vividly as the characters in his works – strong, brave, and determined, beautiful people, heroes of the frontier and untrodden paths. His work is the best cure for melancholy, boredom, melancholy, and pain, hymns to a world where death is just a part, albeit an integral part, of life; but never the other way around!
In honor of our friend's birthday, we read one of the best stories, in our opinion, in Jack London's literary legacy – "The Old Men's League."
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