Who is the author of Haiyan?

On the vast sea, the wind gathered dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, Haiyan flies proudly like black lightning. One moment its wings hit the waves, and the other moment it rushed into the dark clouds like an arrow. It cried, and in the brave cry of the birds, the dark clouds heard the joy. In this cry-full of longing for the storm! In this cry, the dark clouds heard the power of anger, the flame of enthusiasm and the confidence of victory. Seagulls groaned before the storm came-groaned, and they flew around the sea, trying to hide their fear of the storm in the depths of the sea. The sea duck also groaned. They, sea ducks, can't enjoy the joy of fighting in life: thunderous thunder scares them. Stupid penguins timidly hide their fat bodies under the cliff-only the arrogant petrel, brave and free, flies in the foaming sea! Dark clouds are getting darker and lower, pressing against the sea, while the waves are singing and rushing to the sky to meet the thunder. Thunder roared. Waves cry in angry water droplets and contend with the wind. You see, the strong wind just set off layers of huge waves and slammed them on the cliff, smashing these large jadeites into dust and dust. Haiyan cried and flew, like black lightning, like an arrow through the dark clouds, and its wings swept up the water droplets of the waves. Look, it's flying like an elf. It is a proud black storm spirit. It's laughing, it's howling. It's laughing at those dark clouds, and it's howling happily! This sensitive spirit-from the rage of thunder, it has long recognized sleepiness and is convinced that dark clouds can't cover the sun-yes, they can't! The wind roared-thunder rumbled-piles of dark clouds, like blue flames, burned on the unfathomable sea. The sea catches lightning arrows and extinguishes them in its own abyss. These lightning shadows, like salamanders, swim around in the sea and disappear in an instant. ── the storm! A storm is coming! This is the brave Haiyan, flying proudly in the roaring sea and in the middle of lightning; This is the prophet of victory shouting: "let the storm come more violently!" This was written by Gorky, a former Soviet.