Book: The Lord of the world

Strip through the city was a wave of some massive five minutes of insanity. Extreme excitement gripped everyone. And a point of insanity this time was the word "war".
- War, war until victory! Death to the enemies! - shouted the man, waving sticks and umbrellas, screaming women, children and the elderly in the extraordinary enthusiasm and out of tune singing of the national anthems. All was terrible. It seemed that these people already drunk with blood, and see before you a mortal enemy.
- Death or victory! War! Long live the war! Thirst for action, of struggle, of blood was so strong that the streets there were a number of massacres. Men and children fought among themselves. Women were surrounded by a stout lady who seemed to them a foreigner, and beat her with umbrellas so umbrellas were some curved rods. Their faces were pale, his eyes burned with hatred, the hat fell to the ground, the hair is dissolved. And they continued to beat the poor woman with some sadism, almost voluptuous delight in cruelty. Everywhere they seemed foreign spies. The crowd of men stopped a passing car "ambulance", pulled an imaginary spy. Men tore the bandages from burnt bodies of the unfortunate. The patient was screaming and distraught people through the bandages in search of the secret papers.
All of them, both men and women, children and the elderly, were in such a state that really would go to die on the field of battle and would have died, not thinking about himself but only about how to kill.
The fit of madness passed as suddenly as it had begun. Stunned, shocked people looked at the beaten and wounded, on the traces of blood on the ground, his torn, shredded costumes and hair and could not understand what it all means.