The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1929-07-02
CEMENT By rE9P0R
Translated by A. S. Arthur and C. Asheigh
All Rights Reserued-Inernational Publishers, ~ Y.

the Black Sea after the CvH Wars find the great cement Oork
asrs he had t3'nserg sor IN ruins and the LIFE Of the tG
he three She is longer the conventional
wife dependent him. but has become auth life her
among of together
MethOra secretary of the Womens Section the Communist
SENT OUT TO PASTURE.
CLEB through the garden something
from what he had other houses Mekhova
passing house carrying arfus of books and other
objects At the door stood old laughing and
Everything, everything! Take this,
spot Generally upon one spot continues my
friends until the of deaththat is which
absolute norm nOthnsnes Isn't that So friends? Isn't curious
Stood her eyes wide
and in her smile and her he wonder mingled
Celeb look this wonderful fellow serges
He's who much than ordinary people.
mad only seen with what enthusiasm he met u.s. and with what joy
he's breaking up his hOme'
map with only one arm nose like an eagle and an unusually
upper passed military step As he went by
he glanced sharply at Geb and with prngy walked
4 burning shock passed through Gleb.
"Citizen, ask you to return"
THE onearmed turned quickly about and still stepping esca
and with the same sharp look came up to Gleb.
'Who you? Your social positions"
Gleb
Dimitr vagn formerly Colonel and now citizen of the Soviet
of the member of the Communist Party Serge Ivag Do
my papers?
here"
"My is fathers dwelling Everything
last has been already carried out Only pockets have
been searched Do you wish to see them?"
An ndefnae mockery played the cold CLEAN of eyes
unquiet gaze sharp clenched
Il don't want to see your pockets You may 60"
Ivagin clicked his heels together and turned
his chin pped her and thihc bustlng and burning with
geometra designs and their material realization The Communists
they geometry upside
down recognize them and love them because of their amusing
anything here my friends inconsistent you and dis
agreeable To be tied by little rotten thread
sides OF cube triangle fearful than to be buried
of rubbish"
OsHAK rolled eyes-ony can brighten people by
tinued his heap gazed
deep '~~ "
49, Get out into the % father Were going to send out to
there Don't poverty and don't call the
Yes that's right Your strnes comes merely from YOUR
unconscious humanity To send grazing
fny Yes yes frnds But why didn't my son Serge come
with you? would have liked have him role
Grenada shaking his head gathering books, clothing
with chatter.
Don't talk through hat daddy that
now know, with all kinds of rubbish Ioshak
Grenada always little man with big name and
user of big words.
cLEB up to man his hand to him.
"We have been well cleaned old fellow?
Serge has also been working hard tonight searching
pity I'd have liked to have had look at him s'eN
you remain here if wish: this is yours
needn't trouble You're cultural
wish to keep will be left with you"
The old looked Geb nervousy plucked at
his beard
mo no! Take everything, everything! This good
magnificent"
Geb shook compassion at this
bustlng, enthusiastic old sage.
"His heads like windmill Comrade Chumaov damned
deoogy."
rolling eyes believing onfusedy in his bass
voice.
Gleb looked the old shaking with inward laughter
WELL dad, live like. didn't Serge
had such interesting old man."
He again shook his hand and huriedly
THE GRAZING GROUNDS.
IN the other side the bay beyond factory
brown and ptted with black holow The
blue and Deep and fiery the hills The
sharply defined in dazzling line like molten metal But from
mountain dense clouds wreatng
fire, poured down in snowy
The factory the lowered
fairy tales The supple and straight
they flew upwards the crawling
under the blue light and black
scales its surface
On the other side behind the
sered in lilac heat while lower down they
shadows OF morning The owni
blue haze OF gardnscrep like
the where mrored tossing fragments
croUdt