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

lie erescentmoon was gazing into the bullet
ed window with a greenish, smoky light,
wing on the floor the shadow of the window
le.tThe wounded moaned and raved in many
IS.
,kolov was silent under his coat In his
at or somewhere inside, something was rattl-
and gurgling. His face appeared dead and
by the light of the moon. :"
okolov friend :"
)on't torture yourself" gasped sokolov.
need it +. do you hear? =. l need itv'
ip bending down until he was on all fours,
ed still lower over SokolOv and began to tell
in hot, penetrating whisper how he had
been in the enemys rear, in the very capital
le Ural, had found out, shifted out everything,
5 to strike them squarely on the head -.
md from there, not sparing my head, / made
way to Isetsky, to the site Of my ruined home.
as night -. crawled over to my house.
)k b thru the window. Empty, quiet. :
Il hurt so. II almost screamed with pain. /
I'd the window, do you understand, kissed the
h =. and the ground near the porch where
villains A-a-ahW
sip grabbed his head, swung it to and fro, be-
e silent for moment, moaning as if with the
hache, and again said to SOkolov:
Friend, for the last time How did it hap
2 Don't spare me- Tell me everything, every
g! :"
nd Sokolov, with rafting gasps and long
ses began to tell how the Whites had burst
the village, how they found out thru various
bearers that Osip was the head man in every
in the district, and how they broke into
house.
did not see, / don't know what happened in
house. Only they dragged your wife, that is
cho mt tho I no ic nj
ers breasts bare. i. The little one is in her
and Vasyatka clings to her skirt, bawling
he way down the street. The little officer
pened to be a quick-tempered fellow, he com
ms that the brats interfere with his question
this bitch. {. He turns to a soldier and
its: DsSt8ck Gem. both lon'a bay0netll The sol
started back, wouldn't do it. Iisee him now
re my eyes. red-haired fellow, and his eyes
blink, blink. T.. The officer struck him one,
ling square on his freckled face =. He
)bed the little chap and banged him against
fence, like fish And the soldier, as if
right, stuck Vasyatka with bayonet, so to
-. Then your wife, Natasha, began to
am in a horrible voice, and like a vulture she
ped at the officer, grabbed him by the throat
with her hands and teeth :. O-o-ohw
okolov choked. He tries to catch his breath
something boils and rattles in his chest
still bends over him, his head lowered stifly,
h@ trembles with rapid shuddering, a sud
tViltching, and his clenched hands rest on the
r.
nd SOkolov continued:
He, the son of "a, grabs Natasha by the
with one hand :. and the other hand, /
reaches for the revolver. Vasyatka is strug
at his feet; he keeps pulling his trouser leg
he's all blue from the strain -. The officer
1ts downward under his feet Vasyatka fell
lump and rolled down the steps, his little
stretched out, his shirt turning up
n the soldiers turned away. -
Okolov held his breath for long time, and
bbed the blanket with his fingers, as if listen
to something within himself. ae f @ rs
In his rage, he wanted to shoot her; it would
been much better. But then the devil
t two more. Blue uniforms with gold
ng, braid on their breasts. One had glasses,
lgaip he didn't have 'em, so to say; he had
IS u one eye. They grabbed Natasha, put
VIII her face down. +. Then the two sat on
tore her clothes off, and began to fog her
the nagaika. But she broke loose, l don't