The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1924-03-03

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lying on the steps, together with
their pitiable dirty belongings.
and on all their faces thin spider's
webs Of wrinkles of care and mis-
cry, under a veil Of many days.
dirt. And close by in the buffet
there was a SPECTATOR eating
cakes while a hungry homeless
little boy watched his mouth
greedily, and, when he was given
something for charity, went down
on the floor to count the dirty
scraps of paper money to see if he
had enough for cigarettes. And
down that terrible staircase, step
ping carefully, squeamishly
squeamishly is the word came
some smart Commissar or other
with a Communist star glittering
on his breast, and he put down
his lacquered boots So carefully
among those weary, dirty bodies,
and came down and ate cakes with
the spectators. And in that crowd
there were louse-ridden, starving
children =. / looked at the pic
ture: it was showing outside and
there was a biting wind and
then q child, altogether naked, ran
out on the cold granite steps, and
made water like little wild beast,
on the shining asphalt of the sta
ton front. Just think how many
of them must catch cold and die
at the station!
"And while l was looking at that
staircase, down which, so squeam-
ishly choosing the clean places
among the heaps of living dirty
bodies, came the fat SPECTATOR and
the elegant Soviet worker, sudden
ly the idea dawned on me that it
was so in Ancient Rome, in Judea
at the time of Christ, in the Middle
Ages and, not long ago, under
Capitalism. And l felt so wretch
ed l felt 1 should like to lie
on that staircase, beside those
people, be covered with their ever
lasting dirt, take their lice on my
body, and lie there till / died, NOV
ing now and then, to make way
for polished boots.
'But sometimes, suddenly, you'll
notice a face in the crowd and on
it such a proud, human anger
against the possessors of clean
clothes and shining boots, and it's
clear at once that that very anger
is a guarantee of our victory. -.
Not now, but some time in the fu-
ture. So long as such faces are
to be found in a crowd Of beggars,
it means that the time will come,
and we shall win"
She was silent for a minute.
eyes l talked great deal
with the peasants on the stations.
] know how to talk to them in such
a way that they never guess that
am of the Party, and talk quite
straight. It's amazing how hard,
alien and incomprehensible life is
for this working, human being, the
peasant, in our workers and peas
ants republic. They live side
by side with us, see the Revolution
with their own eyes, hear it with
their own ears :. and understand
nothing at all. If one could only
arrange a sort of meeting of all
Russia and in simple words, like
Robeiko knows how to talk, tell
them about everything"
Klimin smiled at her.
"Tell them. They won't
understand. Haven't these same
working peasants killed enough of
our agitators and political workers
simply because they preached
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