The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1929-07-20
CEMENT ey FhoPoK
- Translated by A. S. Arthur and C. Asheigh u.
All Rights Reserved-InternaticnaI Publishers, NJ y s1

ChufndLoU,
the Black Sea after the CiOH Wars find the great cement 0or
here he had formerly orked in and the life Of the to~n
he for gears the conventional
wife dependent on him, but has become with life Of
leader among of the together with
Polio Mekhovo secretary of the WOmens Section of the commS
mist Party. q
GO command the defense attachments and the attack
is lepused The town routine 4
Ge6 works hard planning the reconstruction of the cement ~or
NEAR by five of the ships standing little
~ their pipes between their teeth They blinking cafk and
listened though they understood Geb looked them while he
nodded to them
Come on!"
The sailors they being watched' Z
They walked sauted their fingers their
face N and u.s. Dn1te mot BY 5 b but BY my
Those Bohevks there He pointed towards the
"And where are your Bosheviks?"
The sailors shifted their pipes >
"Bolsheviks-! Hurray-! Proletarians :"
Have heard? The workers smell the in land
English? Your best most important word that
derstand Important words important deeds That's how you've got
One of the sailors walked up Geb face,
his hand above his head and said sterny and earnestly:
And after him the other sailors like chorus:
"Com-n-ern! All right"
CLEB stamped the deck enraptured.
the rascals they understand Ell? You it's quite
He grasped heartily laughing
The Cossack with the flag stepped forward.
"Here know how speak them Let give
Join the Bolshev your
like did Hang the officers the and we'll make the ship
to workingcas Russia!"
THE laughed exchanged each other
One it into them, until it gone
through Let them feel the pain which has been
Putting his hands their shoulders Geb spoke to the
serny and directly
"You Engshmen- Comrades! worthless scamps
YOU English! Look at that factory theh powerful IL
wa The mountains temd with her and almost burst
there's just whp of smoke It's almost dead 1t hurts
material building material And then with
vnton swine scoundre And when you something,
you're as girls: I'D like to really want to- But the
capitalists won't let me- And them the Comnn hardly dare
speak of that Although we're beggars and all the
we have Yes we have Lenn Engshmen! And what
about Lenin in your country"
The sailors geseuated all talking together Pulled
their cheeks, banged their fists upon their palms.
Lenin's all right Lenin. Lenin "
"Aha, EngHshmen! Who call slaves? And
Proletariat!"
straight the sailors speak with
ish and at once they became engrossed and serious
Gb could hardly POLKA she different
full of fevsh she couldn't keep still and her could
right Comrades want see your sailors! Lead me to
hem know that they've been shutting them from the Boil
them! Ask them about it, Shidky talk them that's the
thing o dol"
The sailors grnnng broadly blinking eagerly
One of them, lanky fellow, pressed his palm against
cheek The of his played like vonsrngs Pola
tonhed, raised her eyebrows and said roughly
THE GIRL ON THE STEAMER
steamer gazing town. Seen
from behind looked young
Serge seemed to remember having her in the crowd
rather he had her. but
she had her had been lost in the crowd I'm
consciously he had been looking for her for time through
sorrow and fatigue
When her the standing railing,
he silently approached her and stood her d also looking
towards the town. In such silence there sometimes ungabe
moments of unspoken communion.
(To Be Continued