In the book. My First Goose, Babel displays a remarkable gift for startling images; "Blue roads flowed past me like streams of milk spurting from many breasts", as well as an ability to portray sensitively even the ugliest scenes. In The Story of a Horse, for example, Babel famously ends a tale of a man driven mad by war with the line "Both of us looked on the world as a meadow in May—a meadow traversed by women and horse."
My First Goose