They quit their work,
and go out into the streets to look at themselves, to take stock of
their immense power. On this day, the workingmen out there throb
with one heart; for all hearts are lighted with the consciousness of
the might of the working people; all hearts beat with comradeship,
each and every one of them is ready to lay down his life in the war
for the happiness of all, for freedom and truth to all--comrades!"
"The police!" some one shouted.
CHAPTER XIX
From the main street four mounted policemen flourishing their knouts
came riding into the by-street directly at the crowd.
"Disperse!"
"What sort of talking is going on?"
"Who's speaking?"
The people scowled, giving way to the horses unwillingly. Some
climbed up on fences; raillery was heard here and there.
"They put pigs on horses; they grunt: 'Here we are, leaders, too!'"
resounded a sonorous, provoking voice.
The Little Russian was left alone in the middle of the street;
two horses shaking their manes pressed at him. He stepped aside,
and at the same time the mother grasped his hand, pulling him away
grumbling:
"You promised to stick to Pasha; and here you are running up against
the edge of a knife all by yourself.
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