The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1929-11-02
THE CITY .-.-. :: :---...,
.-; ms :;::.; :9'' Or BREAD
Reprinted City of Bread" by Alexander
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tConttuedJ
They stood around in mcirc starving GRIM respondent and
Nasenka lay circle and silent with her bare,
they carried her to the station Mshka
followed behind the heavy steps His old cap was pulled far down
his eyes, his overtaxed arms ached
He was no longer things Suppose
he fell sick suddenly who would hep him. He must look after nmse
think of out? otherwise--death!
But rack his brains he might, the outlook was bad
He slip the train but they wouldn't let him.
They if he had someknd of contagious disease
They him mad their voices sounded as if
they had hated him, Mishka all their lives
Some emptied jar of water over his head
Damned boorzhui! the Reds get hold of you!"
He further then went back again
"Maybe htey threw piece of bread with the water"
He quad his heels in the darkness and began to grop
around the dirt His fingers encountered somehngt was
off on his knee and closed his eyes in vexaion
He thought and he thought began cropping around
IF only don't get sick from it. It's been lying amound under
his mouth had already opened its accord His hungry
jaws working impatiently.
Eat it, you won't get sick from fish"
the saliva flowed down
right And wwhere Igo?"
In the waiting room lay Nasenka under bench
boy scabby help for They
they spa they cursed they groaned Each had his ac
on each his load of misery to bear.
And MishRa overfowng with anguish that there
seemed nothing left but " lie down at Nasenks SIDE But that was
He had Tashkent-he get there.
than this place Not hold
onger Yes he could hold out this night too And tomorrow he
would sell his skirt They would give five pounds of
bakers that be fine He would it all at
He would break off about half pound and the rest Five
did often
Mishka's thoughts took pleasant turn
Things began to endurabe 49,
muks the talking Tashkent
mentioned samarkand another lying four hundred verss
beyond Tashkent Mshka pred his and listened eagerly
Bread seem cheap Samarkand cheaper than in Tasken
bread of the ciythy took But went the
Sar beyond Samakand could get bread for nothing
pair Of new six For any kind old dress by Coda bood
half pools Because that Asia and there factories
all kinds of
ample has four wives Each drehats four dresses And
they drink tea out of kettles Let hem lay
Mhka found the talk Of grain disturbing him. made
his ache But then he thought of the skirt
pood da half pools! That's nothing to laugh att Ybu
could fix whole with that that would
thirty pood would fill Enough
for themselves enough left feed horse WELL they bought
his eyes fields ripenng of
swaying the Lapano wind Mihka himself the hus
bandman standing his fields and chatting with the other Lpanio
mujiks
We'll Mshka isn't about tm to start gathering the crops
his mother too, holding SICKLE brother
Yshka with sickle we'll Fyedka running around without
Yes it certainly would be best to wait
This not the place to sell the skirt.
If the train dd not leave too early in the morning he would
what he could by through the There all kinds
people One might drive him but another might him
long Miswa paced up platform:
much about the farm had tired him h refused
him longer Tired He sat down beside and dropped
off to his head against the wheel His happy thoughts Of soil
field lued like song
work him soundly. No him.
In the morning he woke and jumped a
His shoulders felt strangely light.
He reached back, but there sack.
Little father!"
He beneath the car-nothing there.
He flung himself forward-nothing there.
He fouro of cars-nothing, nothing.
ooh, God!"
his forehead his body
o 1t beat
"Stolen!"
His legs beneath him, turned to water.
Mishka rail bitterly The mighty
humankind the little crushed earth suated
him. He fell sandals with
heels shuddered like lamb beneath the knife
1t wasn't just he sack the skirt they had from him,
but his last JOY
They had robbed him of his last hope
(To Be Continued)