The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1929-05-03
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pieces In order to get handful of flour didn't
pllage home? Didn't almost strip myself? shall
have to drop all modesy and naked had children
little boys-and decent happy mother Where
they now, Gleb? Why am no longer mother? want
nest; like hen want chicks. But they have persisted
Why alive? Let my eyes burn out Gleb they not
made for the night but for the shining day..
Her lips and cheeks quvered and she looked at him with
eyes dim with tears.
She kept pulling her skirt down over her knees and
pulling her blouse her BOSOM until she almost split the
stuff.
Yes this was different Motia suffering and angered In
the dropping of her mouth and her
eyes, there urked feverh and still unreazed force Geb
remembered still among noisy brood of young children
at the breast cngng to her skirts and the others
playing around her. and she in their midst like busy cuck
ing hen while in her there shone the quiet happiness and
cheerful self-sacrifice of mother
AVCHUK seized stool and threw violently over towards
- the table, Then sat down. like WORKOUT beast. and
banged his fist upon the table.
"Weve come to the end of things. it! We're
starving! Brother Geb, I'm giving up. There's nothing
but emptiness and the I'm dying from too much
strength dear Gleb I'm full of strength and yet afraid
Tell me, why am 1 afraid? I'm not afraid of death: that
nothing to I'm afraid of the gloom and devas-
tation here Look at it. this is factoryits rubbish
heap. 1t doesn't exist any more. And where them
Geb?'
Motia looked at him. the grmy tears trickng from her
ormened eyes, and Gleb in her face anxious love
for her husband.
"Dress yourself you big anmal Aren't you ashamed of
looking like tramp? Your face looks like dented bucket
Mine pretty we'll beaten upbut has been smashed
by the devil"
And in this deep cry Motias there was only eigned
anger for her voice broken with tenderness.
Gleb burst out laughing
You're funny lot, you are!"
"Motia, come here. Kiss me- my little wife,
Savchuk lifted her up like little girl and set her down
close to himself.
IRON behind the hill the tops the dead soke-stacks
gttered like empty tumbers And along the mountain
in hUCh bnci1ppt
dead ortoses, perched upon the rusty galloway
"The factory Oh Gleb, think what it used to be and
what is now Just remember how the to sing
shry the coopers hopjust like young girls in spring
time All old friend was Matched here knew no life out
side of this HILL
Savchuk was longing for the old whrr and din of the
factory He shed tears the death of active labor
his yearnng for the vanished life of dead machines
sembled blind with his wsfu smile and lifted face
NIoa stood close beside him, like him. blind and
weeping. mother bereft of her brood.
"You beat Savchuk if you like, but my home is
everything to Well at least do beasts job properly
Come hit me"
make tubs for the peasant the sly? And didn't you go
with selling household remnants from village
to village, you poor stray beaten dog?"
He cenched his fists and ground his teeth
And Motia Stood speaking in a dream.
we had decent home Savchuk, and our children
such dear little things Your blood and blood Let's make
a home, Savchuk can't bear it; can't Savchuk.
shall go along the highway to find homeless children"
THEY stood there Motia side Gleb the other
Gleb deeply moved laid his hand Savchuks shoulder
Say Savchuk my old pal When were kids used to
go to work together And Mota companion then.
You've been sitting here like owl hooting your misery
through the night while shedding my blood fighting
the Now I've back And I've home any
and the works closed Motias good Let's get
strength back Savchuk We've been beaten but
learned how to hit back. Damn it, we've learnt it WELL
Savchuk! Give your hand you damned old "COPPER"
Savchuk gazed at him wildly and shook his head He didn't
understand. He saw him through boodshot mist.
Motia leaned towards Geb and, without shame put her
round his neck.
Dear Gleb. Savchuk is good fellow. It's his
strength which has driven him mad Savchuks right Gleb
don't want anything except to have children take
of. Oh, what fate, what fate!"
Don't make such fuss of him, Motia, he isn't your
lover!"
Gleb caressed Motias hand and laughed:
What funny couple you are"