The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1923-03-11

81 stif arm to my eyes. 80, !.
I'VE must get out Of here if we +hav .,,'
\ can. Peter, said. eour.e /
pg Try to RISE" he begged me. q "T
n Wlllshep YOU coward.
H ii tried. AT last I got up. But
was astonished, distraught utterly beside myself
found that entirely absolutely naked, except for
q an old scarf Peter stretched about my waist
II Fin 'They came - the soldiers - and stole your.
U clothes while you lay there They were just draw
psing off your trousers as Icame vi" Peter told
B asI looked about. Everywhere lay other figures.
some moaning, others still unconscious; the weakest
iaof them, knew, were dead. And they had been
atreated as had. Meme Of them had been spared
any clothes, where the rags they wore were not
Worth the trouble Of taking them off. think it was
my nakedness that really helped to get back to
my garden in the environs Of Macop
At last General Pokrovsky, Monarchist leader,
! aftermany more wanton brutalities passed on But
: he left behind him town Bolshevik to the last man.
Generalization of patient hungry people had done
more harm to the Whites than any defeat in action
In the end, at some time that will triumph in
7 Russia in which the people believe. And nobody
can have faith trust in either the celties of the
Bosheviks the cruetes Of the Monarchists There
isnothing to choose between them.
ae Weak and in rags left Maicop with my faithful
old Peter. We passed many sad sights we limped
d along he from age and from my late knouting We
came to one town where rough Bolshevik commits
saf was haranguing the people One old Kamik
! shepherd rose and bowed low to the speaker. He
meant only to ingratiate But the official, Very
low brute, grew angry that anybody should dare
move thumb when he spoke
- Garry him out and fog him for bowling to the
: coTnmissar." he commanded his aides. who is he
E that he should dare address u.s."
We still travelled on, general direction being
to my fathers house at Bolschoye in the Don coun-
try, Siberia. AS we passed one day we came to the
country district outside the city of Kuban, where
General Junius had estate. He had been Mon
archst officer. The peasants then overrunning
his lands and swarmng into his house We stopped
and watched. Costly candlesticks oil paintings
rare old rugs chairs from the beautiful drawing
rooms, bric-a-brac, everything, they pulled from
their places and carried out and destroyed. Those
peasants didn't to take any of the lovely things
home, but they were determined to destroy them
The last object very fine grand piano.
s One british oaf struck its keys The sound came
forth. He sprang back quickly, in fright. So did
several others-ignorant peasants who had never
before seen piano.
THE devil is in the big box!" one shouted. "He
. threatens us, because we have ruined the place"
They huddled together for while, and then they
all approached in body. They sprang, some of
them, on top OF the piano. Some jumped upon the
keys. One gave signal and then they all started
leaping up and down upon it. They jumped and
kicked and jumped. The piano gave out sounds as
they danced upon it, their heavy peasant shoes beat
ing at its sides At length the wood yielded and the
wires snapped After half an hour the piano was
demolished. But it kept sounding to it's last note.
fWe have overcome the devil! We have over
come the dewitt" these bruteS shouted at was
hard job, but now he mocks us in the broken box
p longer!"
81 AT length arrived at the home of my parents to
ftndmy poor old mother dead.
5tftp ."She was hungry" said my father to me-
sadly. She died Of starvation, my SON."
asS Next day my father was murdered right before
i'll my eyes. ! was in the house, cautiously peering
e out the window. / didn't dare be SEEM because
Russia Some Of the Bolshevik soldiers of the neigh
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