The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1924-05-03


putting the doctor into the sledge,
the little girl came out with her sis
ter and the post-offce employee. Near
ly lifting the little girl by her hand,
her sister repeated angrily:
idiot, idiot, cry-baby!"
When she saw Doctor Fedoroff, she
whispered angrily to the post-office
employee
THAT one, too-impertinent!"
w.
On New Years Eve the voyenos-
petzs of the division arranged a party
in Kamynin's former country villa,
now become Soviet property. The
house, over a century old, had been
heated several days in succession, but
it was still cold and damp. And as
this house had once been plundered
no lamps were nowhere to be found,
and torches had to be used instead.
On the gallery, in the white hall, the
orchestra was playing in the dark,
without notes and very badly out of
tune. Some people came in the morn
ing in order to spend the day in the
country, to go out skiing or take a
walk. Others arrived direct for sup
per. There is a special category of
girls whose sole occupation is amuse-
ment. Plenty of them were present
that evening. A company of ski-run-
ners gathered on the edge of the for
est, around a little bright fir tree
They lighted two candles on it,
danced around it and burned it up
The night came, deep and silent,
bringing a myriad of stars and light
ing up myriad icicles which also
shone like stars. Supper was served
in the stripped parlor lighted by
torches. The company in uniforms,
fur coats and hats sang, ate and
drank. The orchestra played loudly,
but nobody danced. After supper
everybody took to drinking again. A
great surprise was then staged. The
writer Kamynin, the former owner of
the house, opened, with his own key,
a secret cupboard with wine. Some of
the wine had become sour, some of
the cognac and vodka had lost it's
flavor, but everybody drank, shouted
hurrah, sang you'll be buried when
you die" and "Gaudeamus." Tho
half evaporated, there was. still
enough wine, cOgnac and vodka left
to carry on a cavalry attack. Every
body was merry. Some girls got on
the fireplace and from there onto the
shoulders of the voyenospetzs, who
were supposed to represent fiery
steeds. This was called a cavalry at
tack. The cavalcade rushed scream
ing thru the dark rooms. In the sit
ting room somebody started the game
of Chemin de fer. One could already
hear whispers and screams coming
from the dark rooms. Far from the
sitting room the orchestra went on
playing. Tobacco smoke filled the
sitting room, where new cavalry de-
tachments were constantly forming.
The torches were smoking. Kamynin
found a book on the window. 1t was
the New Testament. Standing near
a torch, his legs spread wide apart,
Kamynin opened it at random and
read aloud:
"But he that is an hireling and not
the shepherd whose own the sheep
are, seeth the wolf coming and Ieav-
eth the sheep and fleeth, and the wolf
catcheth them and scattereth the
sheep; the hireling fleeth because he
is an hireIing and careth not for the
Sheep"
One of the young girls fell from the
fireplace and screamed. Somebody
said:
"Va-banque."
Tanatar came near Kamynin and
said in low voice:
Read something for me-"
The telephone rang piercingly in
the deserted rooms of Olga verals.
kaya (the yellow desert), and the
voice of Samuel Tanatar was heard
across the wire:
OE0r0itra mo OIoa Eo,csxvo 49, 1