Yevgeni Urbansky (the "Invalid" in the above caption from "Ballad of a Soldier" 1959)"The time of the intelligent, delicate and ironical hero is coming. The time of my straightforward, non-compromising and down to earth mastodons is coming to an end." He has an awesome - in the original sense of the word - presence.The blood that must flow through his fingers when he crumples the paper in the fifth minute must almost clot - exploding and imploding at the same time. If it weren't for his own strength and density he would break his own bones.Yet he is not disgusting, but, rather like a warrior, he seems to be a natural man-of-the-earth. A supreme character of Millet's paintings - that Van Gogh admired so much for their dignity of labour. Honour, sacrifice, silent suffering and mud under the fingernails are characteristic, and shown above...This presence is hard to describe. It is like a warm stone that is easy and pleasing to imagine. It is not the temperature of a loud scolding stone, or stone of ice that sticks to you which are both vain and empty, hard to imagine and repellent.This presence of warmth is often linked with the earth - why is it that most romances happen in nature? Or that the erotic heroine is a woman (even if she is young), firm and busty, and firmly rooted in the ground.Warmth, Earth, Desire and Mud. In that order. One falls in love with the emanation of warmth from a person, before seeing their face, their body etc.Silence is the only way towards thawing, and holding a warm stone.