Many years have passed since the show trials of Stalin’s Great Terror, but the faces of the victims have forever captured the youthful vibrancy of the budding revolution. It was thought by many to be the ushering in of the new world. The revolutionaries themselves saw it as a creation of a new world, which they were bravely forging as Huxley would probably agree. It was a new time and a dangerous time in Russia. Chaos ensued leading up to the revolutions of 1917 and followed the revolutionaries determinedly like a vulture. The revolution was an experiment, one which we can look back on post factum and judge rather harshly for lacking cohesion and direction, but the crux of it is that the revolutionaries had never done this before. They were trying to put their ideals, their brainchilds into something of matter, something material. They were trying to give shape to the immaterial. And they were trying to do it within a very short span. Following the ideals of Modernism they reached to rip apart and break down the existing society and replace it with something new, but how can you replace in a day, in a year, in a lifetime-the build-up of human civilization of centuries before? Can one just replace or fix the past? In effect, chaos did not just cause the revolution, chaos was the revolution.