The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1926-11-06

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Letter Ne. I.
Dear Alexander:
l am writing this letter to you to
avoid a personal and painful explana-
ton. 1t may be cowardly on my part,
but this will be the last act Of cow
ardliness You shall have a chance to
blame me for. have decided to part
ways with you. l will not return to
what we euphemistically termed our
home. Please do not think that my
affection for you has decreased. l am
tonder Of you than ever; In fact, after
two years Of sharing our lives I ap-
preciate your qualities with a clear
and frank understanding. II it is
any comfort to you, win say that
like you very much, Alexander. And
please don't think that l am going
away from you with light heart. 1t
simply could not go on any longer.
think We we're mismated from the
very start.
Was It practical considerations that
drew me to you originally, as you
seemed to have intimated more than
once? In honesty, | cannot say that.
It is true that was destitute, despair
ing, unable to earn a living. | was
not alone in this plight. There were
hundreds Of thousands of us starving,
physically and spiritually, in those
ominous years. Collective suffering
was easier to bear, no matter what
you may say about the absence OF
collectiVist feelings on my part. No,
it was not the case of an Offspring of
the bourgeoisie" cliaging to power
full commissar." It was not as simple
as that, believe me. l wish / were as
simple as the inanity Of your COM
rades-in-thought presumes US to be.
No, it was something strong and beau
tiful, something that made me dizzy.
It was your strength, that masterful
assurance with which you and your
like bestrode the conquered and half
devastated but by no means pacified
territory. That was your irresistible
attraction in my eyes. You have been
blaming me for having romantic ideas.
Yes, l was brought up to seek ro-
nance in life. Romance, IN my mag
nation, was never disassociated from
a hero, q man. Here you came, fear
less, needless, seemingly impervious
to pain or pleasure, a god Of revenge,
a furious spirit Of the revolution, an
elemental force that wrecks havoc on
peoples and lands, rushing to its desti-
nation which may not be known to any
living man. !, daughter of the class
that was crushed under your feet, saw
a fierce beauty in your onward march.
l was captivated by you the very first
day you appeared in our town, tho our
meeting took place much later. DO
you member that day when you rode
into the main street of the town at
the head of your Red cavalry divi-
sion? You seemed to be towering
above the rest of your comrades, you
made a sweeping gesture embracing
the whole town, and l was thrilled
by the metallic sound Of your voice
when you warned the crowds Of In
habitants that acts of resistance would
be suppressed with all the austerity
Of revolutionary law. It seemed to
me that one Of the legendary bogatyri
had resurrected an nya Murometz in
a mail coat on a fiery horse, trampling
over our land. Did not your starred
helmet resemble that Of our legendary
heroes?
The very manner IN which you took
my love was q source Of delight for
me. Where the wellbred men Of our.
class would have spent weeks In con-
versing, alluding, approaching, iirt-
ing. wooing, proposing, you smashed
right thru, bear-like: do you IKE
me? Do you want to marry me? All
right" saw In this q mapifestation
of superhuman strength. / was SEN
timental enough TO say to myself that
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