The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1925-12-05

noticed it, He's like a demon He's ferocious p
"What?-he !-ferocious! He's like babe,
Osip is. He's got the soul of a saint lad You
couldn't find kindlier man. OF course, he's pin
ing that's about his family. He would like
to die, but even death respects the brave. But
you're right. He is like demon. Or wild cat
that lives in the woods And just watch-he'll
spill lot of blood yet . of those :"
And Babushkin fell to snoring. Vasyaga
stretched out at full length, put his hands under
his head and gazed and gazed at the crescent that
had already risen high.
. In the forest bittern doomed internationally.
Over the meadow, over the sleeping men, mosqui- |
toes droned piteously June ~! beetles humred
The housewives of the village where we stgppedg
had not slept, it seemed, all night; in the morn
ing they brot us mound. of stuff cooked, fried |
and what not -.
For us this is a holiday after the wilderness of
marches and fighting. We walk like heroes thru
the village. Girls and women peep out of the |
windows and gates, and invite us with smiles and !
waving hands for a treat.
"COme in; try some of our eatsp
"Ah, it's hunger and tired limbs you've had" |
''The samovar is on the table. Step I'M"
And toward noon neighboring mIKhiks arrived |
with carloads of all kinds of supplies Hundreds |
of people gathered-old and young, women and |
children They surrounded us in crowds. "Some |
lads, those Uraliansw We can see at once that |
their hearts with us and not with the en-
envy.
We look at them, and then, smiling from ear to |
ear, husky lads come over to us and ask:
'Where can we step in here?'
Volunteers, you understand, sons Of. / |
don't know where they come from, but each car
ries rifle on his shoulders they're oiled, in |
fact, and just shine. Some wenotiCe, rshow9a 9ed
ribbon on the bayOnet. .eF 4t~hfnczr 5enH F4qgl
All, blast their hides! Noise, connection,
laughter. :.
'Look, boys, look at the old fellow!n
"Hey, pop-you going to the WARP?
"Well I've sharp eyes, mother!"-
"Hey, girls, stand aside, Wen tear your sara
fansw
We look up and we see brave lads rolling |
out machinegun. pug-nosed fellow wipes |
the sweat off his face with his hat and says
"Show us where to stick in this spouterw
"Come on right herew
"Ohohoooop'
"SOme brutew
"Neyer mind, he'll sneeze it out on our hills."l
"He'll cackle, all rightv'
"He's had a long rest under the straw in /
barnr
Gle! he! -. Now look out, kondrarevolu- |
tionw
And in the evening Osip came from staff-head- |
quarters with the news: sect ready for the of |
fensive quietly; we start in day or two"
Well, that's all right-a scrimmage is nothing
new to us. m - ~fn s.a +ga baEafe-tl
And Osip, you know, mounted on "a bay fgeld-
ing, in a leather coat and boots; and at his side
a long, long revolver But the dingy, rustcol-
Ored cap remained unchanged, it's crown com
pletely iattened in. sso4e
The repair-brigade, on handcars loaded with |
implements, rushed off somewhere Our Osip is
a real hero, turns up here and there like an ace |
gives orders and all that F.. Quite different /
man from yesterdays Osip! I'll
Night fell, but few of us cared to turn in To
sleep The young folks scattered among they
hooks here and there. In the houses-lights
feastng, chatter this and that
The crescentmoon was already high, and the
bittern doomed again in the forest; the nightin-
gales, too, were not letting their chance go by. !
And we-some behind the hedge, some at the gate