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

Communism too openly and direct
ly? They don't read our books
and they make cigarettes Of our
newspapers. No, Anuita, it's ALI
much more complicated than that.
We have to rebuild their lives.
They are savages, living side by
side with us but still in the Middle
Ages -. they believe in sorcerers
and for them we are only special
sort of sorcerers, benevolent at
best. We must destroy those drab
villages, those groups of dirty
nests in which they roost and put
in museum their primitive plows
and harrows.
Both were silent; he took her
hand and looked at her, saying
nothing, and for her it was as if
the whole of her were collected
into the little bit Of her that touch
ed his hand, and she replied to
his caress by pressing her cheek
to his hot hand. A painflt, power
full ecstasy rose from the depths
of his being; he pressed firmly to
himself this beloved, desired body,
and kissed again her hands, cheeks
and lips.
Suddenly there was knocking at
the door, and they heard the sugar
ed voice of the landlady:
"Comrade, here's some sort Of
peasant asking for you! He wants
to know IL Comrade Klimin is here.
Says it's on important business.
"Call him here" said Simkov4.
The door opened and human
figure came into the dark room.
Klimin snapped a benzine cigar
ette-lighter and with its uncertain
light lit up the absolutely unfa-
miliar face of a bearded mouzhik
standing before them.
But before Klinin could ask
question, before he had time to
wonder at the unknown man, ia
miliar voice said quietly and hur-
riedly:
"Comrade Klimin, I have had a
job to find you. There is a revolt
in the town.
"Revolt?" both exclaimed to-
gether. Simkova took a Mauser
pistol from the wall, loaded it
quickly and hung it on her belt.
Klimin caught the mouzhik by
the hand.
'.It's you, Gornuikh? Tell me
what has happened"
"It's a long story. / disguised
myself as a peasant, made up my
face, Joined the crowd and acct
dentally learnt the whole thing.
-. l know that there is revolt
today, that bands are coming,
probably have already arrived. 1
wanted to telephone, but the field
telephone has already been cut,
and you know what the town one
is like. -"
Simkova put on her shawl and
jacket. They went out into the
street. A soft warm wind was
blowing. The earth was rejoicing
in the Spring. The cutters MUIR
INJURED in the darkness. And the
bent peasant, with big beard and
Gornuikh's voice went on to say:
eve are three, and we'll do what
we can. Klimin, you go to the
Cheka and get together as many of
the lads as you can find. Comrade
Simkova had better go to the Com
munist Company. I'll go to the
way station. The town is prob
ably already surrounded, but look
ing like this I'll be able to get thru
the lines and rouse the railway
men. The main thing is not to
lose the station. Quick. ;"
Gornuikh shook hands firmly as
a farewell, and then he was al
ready walking away, no longer
Gornuikh, but tall peasant with
a long beard. Simkova also said
goodbye, shook hands and went off,
but then turned and ran back and
kissed him with warm lips.
Klinin walked with quick light
strides towards the Corcrnission,
pressed his revolver with his hand,
and, as always in time of danger.
was calm and collected, watched
everything with a vigilant eye, lis
tened carefully to every sound, but,
all the same. it was just as if a
vital part of his own body had been
torn away from him, torn out with
blood and nerves. 49,.
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