The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1929-07-08
e. rh9pS3
Translated by A. S. Arthur and C. Asheigh
All Rights Reserved-Internaticnat Publishers. N. Y.

G!sb cAumaop Red Army comn'ay returns to his to~n on
the Black Sea after the Civil Wars find the great cement Work
formerly the life of the ,tOwn
disorgand He DISCOVERS great change his 0e Dasha hom
we dependent him, but has aoih life Of
her leader among the women Of the o0n together ~ith
PoG Mekhovd secretary of the WomenS Section Of the Commit
The topn is attacked by band of and
Gcb IN command of of the defense detachmen With hin
Serge Bolshevk intellectual, who devoted worher
He and Gleb in discussion whle awqng Developments
the night.
"UELL that isn't so important What will be- will be- History
" its What's important to damn ALL is how
we're going to with the work We've rope
these again
everything beginning again get the factory working
thought and then this band robbers interfering
with our work, that's what's so disgusting
"You think simply, Chumaov Your brains been put
gethr with bricks clean economic The cells
brain like birds n a cage"
What head must have then Serge! It's not good
such bran they And can't let them
out, it only makes lot of noise for nothing"
The night yawned from its mless depths the omnous fires
continued wound the darkness The flames flew resss like owls
dread The great hour approaching There beyond the
they yet He moving
Cosack villages The bearded Cossacks coming
grinnng like with whoop and yell and swords empurped
with blood The Coack villages would release their thousands
come on across the land like of locu covering with smoke
and blood the fields the mountains and the ahery of the
steppes.
The mountains and woods with human beasts In the
daytime they hid in the thckes and walked in the
asqueadng friends of the revolution They
the ranks the Red soldiers the offices
houses of the peaceful harmless petty bourgeois Who could point
them them,
the night they crawed concealed by the darkness
their treachous work Now they lighting their signal fires
and the fires burning bright and flying the fields
searching and laughing with the sinister laughter of birds of
THE metallic wagon high
hoofbeats of tired plainly audible. Seepy, hoarsey
muttering indistncly.
Their rifles under their Geb and along the
which disappeared the
earth the sinking darkness
which to rest the everything appeared Serge unreal
mmatera At
ones foot down here and instead of hard road find
black precpce.
They could clearly dmly
far-of flashes and the fires
shadows the There many appeared
very high and big.
"Hat! Who goes there?" 80
Gleb the middle of the road
rifle advanced
what the devils the youpassword you
bandaged heads 81"
How things there?"
$50 and have look your part game-hen you'll
learn The rats have cawled their firing
They've been dosing with hrapne. doesn't
good the bitches They're squeag
like We caught about officers
them to bits They rolling their like
have been amusing the chaps odaythey nearly laughed
We stood them up the
she wen Then the other Ioafers rascaand
them she 1t performance, you"
"What about the reinforcemens-do you expect any,"
What the devil for? We won't be long finishing
uatiesnot dead. And
the trenches Our chaps
trapped. retreat
tards"
That's fellows-Forward!"
THE PRISONER WITH THE EMPTY SLEEVE