Kropotkin on his deathbed “And now he lay on his couch, in the little workroom, as if peacefully asleep, his face as kindly in death as it had been in life. Thousands of people made pilgrimages to the Kropotkin cottage to pay homage to this great son of Russia.” (Emma Goldman, My Disillusionment in Russia). Photo: Maksimov collection. Public Domain. Source: International Institute of Social History
Forside Peter Kropotkin (1842-1921) Kropotkin on his deathbed "And now he lay on his couch, in the little workroom, as if peacefully asleep, his face as kindly in death as it had been in life. Thousands of people made pilgrimages to the Kropotkin cottage to pay homage to this great son of Russia." (Emma Goldman, My Disillusionment in Russia). Photo: Maksimov collection. Public Domain.
Kropotkin on his deathbed “And now he lay on his couch, in the little workroom, as if peacefully asleep, his face as kindly in death as it had been in life. Thousands of people made pilgrimages to the Kropotkin cottage to pay homage to this great son of Russia.” (Emma Goldman, My Disillusionment in Russia). Photo: Maksimov collection. Public Domain.
