The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1929-07-03
CEMENT By FEoPoK
Translated by A. S. Arthur and c. Ashleigh
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to,on
Under the direction of Gleb group of Communist
coiscatig belongings of the middle class elements Among
Chisty former socialist eccentric old
scholar the father Serge Ivagin Boeuik intellectual The
middle class people are now being moved out of the town
THE CARTS loaded with large bundles crawling on in
single file rise of the they could be
white bundles and the heads of the
and curly kicking his legs and playing polka
guitar Somewhere in the distance ashmaca cOncerna
Special Communist Detachment lined the either side
of the Communists haggard eepess nights were
looking the crowd without seeming In the side streets
bourgeois, who had out to this unusual sight
The petty bourgeois do not look abroad for laughter They
fond of bura and wedding
not the dancing but the and tears of the bride that
tracts them
Such the life of the bourgeois she will welcome
% Sar s rd THAN Tns wh0 T M the call
of abundant and they running from various of
the these oppressed
pected families reed and sadly they gazed at the sobbg
and their puffy faces watered with tears
SOMEWHERE in given
down the length of the line The houdred
the crowd shuddered deep sigh it became rushing
hhe and ththr market day sobs,
people threw them
groups dsordery panic
Streets only orgy of death and
despair.
began crowd
Serge walking behind Dasha and behind him shuk
walking little Grenada the Iosak and Mehova
anguish filled serges breast What they doing
this crowd? These convusivey sobng? These children
their mothers arms The Party could not approve Of this he
Over there the little girl with the doll; she holding
Chky calmly high with sacrcal dignity;
his braces slid and down his shoulders and his hands
VERY old bonnet and shawl STOPPING leaning stick
"A walked though religious procession with and banners;
young girl supported by They
crying had like
Serge his father little front He walking alone
sometimes surveying the crowd his eyebrows raised smile He
at quickly steps overtakng the others then he
would STOP And then he would a%b on slowly deep thought
his beard He raised his hand greeting and waited till Serge
men Isn't that curious? It's really becoming you
contact with long Pm your prisoner only
that the guard your
luiony dictatorship augabe and senseess Your rifle looks
like flute the shoulders of such fierce Boshevk
But just feel the world imitss spnoza
felt it, although Marcus Aureus dreamed in his long nights
Since Serge had seen him last his father had aged greatly the
death Of the mother had been the final blow His like
uppulang sesenns compassion amounting to physical PAIN
you CO. Why you settle down
With me S can live You mustn't 60 father
The old raised his bows amazement and laughed like
"oh my son! know well the price of my liberty l
and has place because there's not hole that
liberty vanqushes the a
NOlSELESSLY Verohka joined Serge Most likely
~ walking along with the ghe With her surprised
trembling all she whispering ndsncty
And all that could
His father laughed his gittered
cant
"Ah, Verochka Unlimited of love. How does my
gotha affect little girl? Now here,
"Ivan Arsentch! Ivan Arsenitch! How happy am!
Ivanovitch! I happy!"
She flew to the old and took him
walked with him like daughter face shining
"Father!"
Serge wanted tell his father something forgotten
what He stretched out his hand
and dropped His father with Verochka walking
him the crowd But the old
Serge, like a stranger-wih deep furrow in his brow
Look, little Serge, how history is certain
blind old Oedpus, and this daughter Antigone"
He laughed, stranger who had world
which Serge could understand
shoulder, cenchng his painfully Within bond
broke.
THE crowd halted stretch of land, with high
far from the docks. The crowd
dies the tufts had taken their
warehouses of the Soviet
On the long, line moving people was
crowd