Kropotkin

The chorus to another song, “Kropotkin Vodka,” demands “the f**king end to sexist Putinists!”

I think Kropotkin is wrong, and I believe that because his work lacks artistic finish, much of it is doomed to perish.

Only one thing is lacking; indeed, it is the chief omission in the cosmos of Kropotkin—the poetic note.

Most of Kropotkin's Russian revolutionary comrades—using the term Comrade in its broad sense—ended their days in misery.

About a year after his escape, Kropotkin attended an important labor congress in Belgium .

Unfortunately, Clairvaux is built on marshy ground, and Kropotkin fell sick from malaria.