The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1925-12-19


the departed night. Father and Mtry listen in sill
ice to Vanka's dream
"Oh-oh-oh!" his mother crosses herself What
cams, what dreams, you have, sonny!" =.
Va gently she pushes another slice of bread toward
anita.
Vasnka has no eyes for his mother and he does not
,e his father and brother:
"And there stands, he himself, and says What
you think Comrade Nazarenko will we make Com
unismT Wen make it. Comrade Lenin' says l."
And Vanka experiences something that never hap
ned BEFORE his fathers strong arm reaches out the
feels the touch of his hair, his black beard
like brush Smack-smack-the hot lips on the little
rehead.
VILE clouds swell like mixture of brownrubber in
the overturned caldron Of the sky; they hang over
Ie gray tub Of the suburbs They ready to tear
ien1selves away and come trembling down upon the
I'D mass Of snow; viscid-=they will plaster the build
gsd will cover the earth with thick spread. Muddy
looks will run from the yards into Moscow River.
title streams will stretch like wrethreads over the
'ugh, unsteady ice. The will flare up like fiery
lson. The air will become close and the next day
oFcow River will start to move, will start without
nykice-cakes clear molten metal and where it will
loyk tO-who can say? And then the little yard will
egin blossom the little yard that stretches down
Ike a chin. It's cheeks will become overgrown with
rass, and pricky warts of bushes will stick out from
nder the piles of rubbish And in the garden, which
half verst from the factory falling petals will be-
III W WHlle petals the trees, yellow petals
the flowers; they will whirl like soft down, like
shavngs in the wood-turners lathe in the repair
hop. And then summer will come like a young
eaver in a skirt of many colors, carrying load of
stuns.
The old garden will become shaggy, like Karl Marx
nd will shake it's locks and beard. Excursions will
egin. The young folk will go to the sovkhoz.
ough hands will have rest the bran-stu will relax,
nd the boys will flip COINS bowl play football tag and
pegs"-and then autumn will come, and-14
onLo has Ha hado 4Iop 30 k,al
abcom Something bristles in Vanka's heart like
edgehog but he does not know what it is The air
{ March sends chill thru the body, but warm joy
ows thru the body, too like brook.
And the Is already anticipate the coming Of the 14th
That joy it will be! vanka and Mitry will walk up
} their father and say
s,sst. \ Congratulations comrade AIexei
msds S4sIe You and sons are due this day"
hat is Just how they will say it. And there will be
lree cards in the house-no four-Mtry will remain
/ the Comsomol until he is %.
And if there comes call to the front, vanka will
ay Mitry used to say: I'm accordance with the de-
sion of the general meeting am going to defend the
evolution"
And father will say go, my boy" because he is
ember of the party, and because he has calloused
ands. Only, mother will probably cry, waing, But
little, so little, and this will offend him;
no, she will not say it, after ALL because he will
grown up by then-he will be IA years old.
Near him. on the porch two little girls, about eight
of age, drawl mournfuly in tremuous voices as
sway from side to side:
~ loved, suffered-ah, but he,
The scoundreI, soon deserted me-"
The sounds fill vanka's ears and taunt his throat.
ike little rooster, he bursts forth:
Forward, to meet the dawn!
Comrades thru struggled
We 90 to blaze the trail
Comrades to meet the dawn"
The wind softly spreading twilight over the
arth, but the twilight would not come, and the wind
rev angry Then the twilight came driven by the
ind. And the workers were returning home from the
actory, and the wind kept urging the workers on
omeward from the factory.
And two tunes still struggling in the cold air.
ne beaten mournful, beseeching begging for mercy;
he other triumphant, acerating, and merciless. And
seemed if they both calling the March day,
back to winter, the other forward toward spring.
voodin, lathe-hand, walks slowly toward the gate
rom the repairshop. On seeing Vanka he winks and
ellis:
"vfn-kou. !" ssc
vabka comes skipping to the lathe-hand, takes him