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diff --git a/57804-h/57804-h.htm b/57804-h/57804-h.htm index 2a9dd71..7501824 100644 --- a/57804-h/57804-h.htm +++ b/57804-h/57804-h.htm @@ -1,11 +1,11 @@ -<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.1//EN" - "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml11/DTD/xhtml11.dtd"> -<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> +<!DOCTYPE html> +<html lang="en"> <head> -<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=UTF-8" /> -<title>The Project Gutenberg eBook of Red Dusk and the Morrow, by Paul Dukes</title> - <link rel="coverpage" href="images/cover.jpg" /> - <style type="text/css"> +<meta charset="utf-8"> + +<title>Red Dusk and the Morrow | Project Gutenberg</title> + <link rel="coverpage" href="images/cover.jpg" > + <style> a {text-decoration: none;} a:visited {color: gray;} @@ -234,18 +234,6 @@ img { padding: 1em; } -@media handheld -{ - p.drop:first-letter - { - font-family: normal; - float: none; - padding: 0; - margin: 0; - font-size: 100%; - } -} - /* Poetry */ .poem{ @@ -282,9 +270,9 @@ img { <h1 class="pg">The Project Gutenberg eBook, Red Dusk and the Morrow, by Paul Dukes</h1> <p> </p> <p> </p> -<table border="0" style="background-color: #ccccff;margin: 0 auto;" cellpadding="10"> +<table style="background-color: #ccccff; margin: 0 auto; border: none; padding: 10px;"> <tr> - <td valign="top"> + <td style="vertical-align: top;"> Note: </td> <td> @@ -296,60 +284,60 @@ img { </tr> </table> <p> </p> -<hr class="full" /> +<hr class="full" > <p> </p> <p> </p> <p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_i">i</span></p> <h1 class="gesperrt"> -RED DUSK AND<br /> -THE MORROW<br /> +RED DUSK AND<br > +THE MORROW<br > </h1> <p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_ii">ii</span></p> <div class="figcenter"> -<img id="frontis" src="images/frontis.jpg" alt="" /> +<img id="frontis" src="images/frontis.jpg" alt=""> <p class="caption"><span class="smcap">Sir Paul Dukes</span>, K.B.E.</p></div> <p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_iii">iii</span></p> -<hr class="chap" /> +<hr class="chap" > <h2> -<span class="gesperrt xx-large">RED DUSK AND<br /> -THE MORROW</span><br /> -<br /> -<span class="table x-large"><i>ADVENTURES<br /> -AND INVESTIGATIONS IN<br /> -RED RUSSIA</i></span><br /> -<br /> -<small>BY</small><br /> -<br /> -SIR PAUL DUKES, K.B.E.<br /> -<br /> -<span class="small table">FORMERLY CHIEF OF<br /> -THE BRITISH SECRET INTELLIGENCE SERVICE<br /> -IN SOVIET RUSSIA</span><br /> -<br /> -<span class="table medium">LONDON<br /> -WILLIAMS AND NORGATE<br /> -<small>14 HENRIETTA STREET, COVENT GARDEN, W.C. 2<br /> -1923</small></span><br /> +<span class="gesperrt xx-large">RED DUSK AND<br > +THE MORROW</span><br > +<br > +<span class="table x-large"><i>ADVENTURES<br > +AND INVESTIGATIONS IN<br > +RED RUSSIA</i></span><br > +<br > +<small>BY</small><br > +<br > +SIR PAUL DUKES, K.B.E.<br > +<br > +<span class="small table">FORMERLY CHIEF OF<br > +THE BRITISH SECRET INTELLIGENCE SERVICE<br > +IN SOVIET RUSSIA</span><br > +<br > +<span class="table medium">LONDON<br > +WILLIAMS AND NORGATE<br > +<small>14 HENRIETTA STREET, COVENT GARDEN, W.C. 2<br > +1923</small></span><br > </h2> <p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_iv">iv</span></p> -<hr class="chap" /> +<hr class="chap" > <p class="copy"> -<span class="smcap">Copyright in U.S.A., 1922, by</span><br /> -DOUBLEDAY, PAGE AND COMPANY<br /> -<img class="figcenter" src="images/hr.jpg" alt="" /> -<i>First Printed May 1922.</i><br /> -<i>Reprinted February 1923.</i><br /> -<br /> +<span class="smcap">Copyright in U.S.A., 1922, by</span><br > +DOUBLEDAY, PAGE AND COMPANY<br > +<img class="figcenter" src="images/hr.jpg" alt=""> +<i>First Printed May 1922.</i><br > +<i>Reprinted February 1923.</i><br > +<br > <i>Printed in Great Britain</i> <span class="pagenum" id="Page_v">v</span></p> -<hr class="chap" /> +<hr class="chap" > <h2 id="FOREWORD">FOREWORD</h2> <p>If ever there was a period when people blindly @@ -543,16 +531,16 @@ possible even in a popular government?”</p></blockquote> <span class="smcap">Bryce</span>, <i>Modern Democracies</i>.</p> <p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_xi">xi</span></p> -<hr class="chap" /> +<hr class="chap" > <h2 id="CONTENTS">CONTENTS</h2> <table id="toc"> <tr> <th><a href="#CHAPTER_I">CHAPTER I</a></th> - <td class="tdr">PAGE</td> + <th class="tdr">PAGE</th> </tr> <tr> - <td>ONE OF THE CROWD</td> + <th>ONE OF THE CROWD</th> <td class="tdr">1</td> </tr> <tr> @@ -560,11 +548,11 @@ possible even in a popular government?”</p></blockquote> The Revolution of March 1917—Recalled to London—Offered work in Secret Service—Archangel—Helsingfors—Melnikoff—Departure for Russia—Forging passports—Crossing the frontier.</td> - <td /> + <td></td> </tr> <tr> <th><a href="#CHAPTER_II">CHAPTER II</a></th> - <td /> + <td></td> </tr> <tr> <td>FIVE DAYS</td> @@ -577,10 +565,12 @@ possible even in a popular government?”</p></blockquote> “Journalist”—The “Policeman”—A raid on an eating-house—Captain Zorinsky—The Extraordinary Commission—Mr. Marsh escapes.</td> - <td /> + <td></td> + </tr> <tr> <th><a href="#CHAPTER_III">CHAPTER III</a></th> + <td></td> </tr> <tr> <td>THE GREEN SHAWL</td> @@ -592,11 +582,11 @@ possible even in a popular government?”</p></blockquote> Melnikoff under arrest—Attempts to arrange his escape—Buying a disguise—In the prison of the Extraordinary Commission—Mrs. Marsh’s escape—Across the frontier in the snow.</td> - <td /> + <td></td> </tr> <tr> <th><a href="#CHAPTER_IV">CHAPTER IV</a></th> - <td /> + <td></td> </tr> <tr> <td>MESHES</td> @@ -607,11 +597,12 @@ possible even in a popular government?”</p></blockquote> employing bourgeois specialists—Zorinsky supplies information and asks questions—Certificates of exemption from military service—Plans to rescue Melnikoff.</td> - <td /> + <td></td> + </tr> <tr> <th><a href="#CHAPTER_V">CHAPTER V</a></th> - <td /> + <td></td> </tr> <tr> <td>MELNIKOFF</td> @@ -623,11 +614,12 @@ possible even in a popular government?”</p></blockquote> passport—Unrecognized by former housekeeper—A letter of introduction—News of Melnikoff’s execution. <span class="pagenum" id="Page_xii">xii</span></td> - <td /> + <td></td> + </tr> <tr> <th><a href="#CHAPTER_VI">CHAPTER VI</a></th> - <td /> + <td></td> </tr> <tr> <td>STEPANOVNA</td> @@ -636,11 +628,12 @@ possible even in a popular government?”</p></blockquote> <tr> <td class="sub">New acquaintances—A raid on a public market—“Speculators”—Confiscation of furniture—Stepanovna in trouble.</td> - <td /> + <td></td> + </tr> <tr> <th><a href="#CHAPTER_VII">CHAPTER VII</a></th> - <td /> + <td></td> </tr> <tr> <td>FINLAND</td> @@ -652,11 +645,12 @@ of furniture—Stepanovna in trouble.</td> Finnish patrols—Arranging for a service of couriers—Intrigues in Finland—Back into Russia—On ski through the forest—A trying experience.</td> - <td /> + <td></td> + </tr> <tr> <th><a href="#CHAPTER_VIII">CHAPTER VIII</a></th> - <td /> + <td></td> </tr> <tr> <td>A VILLAGE “BOURGEOIS-CAPITALIST”</td> @@ -667,11 +661,11 @@ of furniture—Stepanovna in trouble.</td> peasant—A village Soviet—Smuggling food and matches into Petrograd—Attempt to stop “sackmen”—Recollections of March 1917.</td> - <td /> + <td></td> </tr> <tr> <th><a href="#CHAPTER_IX">CHAPTER IX</a></th> - <td /> + <td></td> </tr> <tr> <td>METAMORPHOSIS</td> @@ -681,11 +675,11 @@ of furniture—Stepanovna in trouble.</td> <td class="sub">Unrest in Petrograd—Attempts at arrest—A narrow escape at the “Journalist’s”—A new disguise—A friend of Melnikoff—Zorinsky’s treachery confirmed.</td> - <td /> + <td></td> </tr> <tr> <th><a href="#CHAPTER_X">CHAPTER X</a></th> - <td /> + <td></td> </tr> <tr> <td>THE SPHINX</td> @@ -695,11 +689,11 @@ of furniture—Stepanovna in trouble.</td> <td class="sub">At work in a factory—Joining the Red army—Tsarist officers in the Red army—Military service helpful to intelligence work—To Moscow.</td> - <td /> + <td></td> </tr> <tr> <th><a href="#CHAPTER_XI">CHAPTER XI</a></th> - <td /> + <td></td> </tr> <tr> <td>THE RED ARMY</td> @@ -714,11 +708,11 @@ of furniture—Stepanovna in trouble.</td> army oath—System of political control—A conscientious commissar—Cultural-Enlightenment Committees—A regimental entertainment. <span class="pagenum" id="Page_xiii">xiii</span></td> - <td /> + <td></td> </tr> <tr> <th><a href="#CHAPTER_XII">CHAPTER XII</a></th> - <td /> + <td></td> </tr> <tr> <td>“THE PARTY” AND THE PEOPLE</td> @@ -735,11 +729,12 @@ of furniture—Stepanovna in trouble.</td> of membership—What is a Soviet?—Bolshevism not Soviet Government—Soviet elections—A meeting of the Petrograd Soviet.</td> - <td /> + <td></td> </tr> <tr> <th><a href="#CHAPTER_XIII">CHAPTER XIII</a></th> - <td /> + <td></td> + </tr> <tr> <td>ESCAPE</td> @@ -749,11 +744,13 @@ of furniture—Stepanovna in trouble.</td> <td class="sub">Plans for escape—To join British Fleet in Gulf of Finland—Sent to Latvian frontier on military service—Train searched—The Green Guards—Across Lake Luban.</td> - <td /> + <td></td> + </tr> <tr> <th><a href="#CHAPTER_XIV">CHAPTER XIV</a></th> - <td /> + <td></td> + </tr> <tr> <td>CONCLUSION</td> @@ -766,7 +763,8 @@ of furniture—Stepanovna in trouble.</td> International—Russian love of the soil—Bolsheviks despise the Russians—Co-operative Societies proof of Russian organizing capacity—The power of religion.</td> - <td /> + <td></td> + </tr> <tr> <td><a href="#INDEX">INDEX</a></td> @@ -776,12 +774,13 @@ of furniture—Stepanovna in trouble.</td> <p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_xv">xv</span></p> -<hr class="chap" /> +<hr class="chap" > <h2 id="LIST_OF_ILLUSTRATIONS">LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> <table id="ilo"> <tr> - <td /> + <td></td> + <td><i>To face page</i></td> </tr> <tr> @@ -851,14 +850,14 @@ of furniture—Stepanovna in trouble.</td> <p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_xvi">xvi</span></p> <p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">1</span></p> -<hr class="chap" /> +<hr class="chap" > <h2 id="RED_DUSK"> -<span class="gesperrt xx-large">RED DUSK</span><br /> -<span class="large">AND</span><br /> +<span class="gesperrt xx-large">RED DUSK</span><br > +<span class="large">AND</span><br > <span class="gesperrt xx-large">THE MORROW</span></h2> -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2 id="CHAPTER_I">CHAPTER I<br /> +<hr class="chap" > +<h2 id="CHAPTER_I">CHAPTER I<br > <span class="large">ONE OF THE CROWD</span></h2> @@ -1434,7 +1433,7 @@ on Sunday morning when the Jewish booths opened. My outfit consisted of a Russian shirt, black leather breeches, black knee boots, a shabby tunic, and an old leather cap with a fur brim and a little tassel on top, -of the style worn by the Firms in the district north of +of the style worn by the Finns in the district north of Petrograd. With my shaggy black beard, which by now was quite profuse, and long unkempt hair dangling over my ears I looked a sight indeed, and in England @@ -1471,7 +1470,7 @@ of foodstuffs or clothing. They suffered severely, but it was better to be a speculator than what I was.</p> <div class="figcenter"> -<img id="i_016" src="images/i_016.jpg" alt="" /> +<img id="i_016" src="images/i_016.jpg" alt=""> <p class="caption"><span class="smcap">The Author, Disguised</span></p></div> <p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">17</span></p> @@ -1715,7 +1714,7 @@ restrictions became very severe. But seals were as essential as ever.</p> <div class="figcenter"> -<img id="i_022" src="images/i_022.jpg" alt="" /> +<img id="i_022" src="images/i_022.jpg" alt=""> <p class="caption"><span class="smcap">A Forged Certificate of Identification</span></p></div> <p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">23</span></p> @@ -1724,7 +1723,7 @@ paper out of the typewriter and handed it to me for perusal. In the top left-hand corner it had this heading:</p> -<hr class="tb" /> +<hr class="tb" > <p>Extraordinary Commissar of the Central Executive Committee of the Petrograd Soviet of Workers’ and @@ -1741,7 +1740,7 @@ Workers’ and Red Armymen’s Deputies in the capacity of office clerk, as the accompanying signatures and seal attest.</p> -<hr class="tb" /> +<hr class="tb" > <p>“In the service of the Extraordinary Commission?” I gasped, taken aback by the amazing audacity of the @@ -1970,8 +1969,8 @@ crowd. And, strangely buoyant, I stepped lightly out of the station into the familiar streets. <span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">30</span></p> -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2 id="CHAPTER_II">CHAPTER II<br /> +<hr class="chap" > +<h2 id="CHAPTER_II">CHAPTER II<br > <span class="large">FIVE DAYS</span></h2> @@ -2007,7 +2006,7 @@ under the supervision of a workman, who as taskmaster stood still and did nothing.</p> <div class="figcenter"> -<img id="i_030" src="images/i_030.jpg" alt="" /> +<img id="i_030" src="images/i_030.jpg" alt=""> <p class="caption"><span class="smcap">The Fortress of St. Peter and St. Paul</span></p></div> <p>Crossing the Liteiny Bridge on my way into the @@ -2721,7 +2720,7 @@ blankets; the streets, Stepanovna, and the room faded away in a common blur, and I passed into the silent land of no dreams.</p> -<hr class="tb" /> +<hr class="tb" > <p>I was awakened rudely by a loud ring at the bell, and sprang up, all alert. It was a quarter to eight. @@ -3662,7 +3661,7 @@ next week I think I shall be able to get a good supply from the theatre. Good-night—and don’t dream of <i>No. 2 Goróhovaya</i>!”</p> -<hr class="tb" /> +<hr class="tb" > <p>The Extraordinary Commission, spoken of with such abhorrence by Zorinsky, is the most notorious @@ -4007,8 +4006,8 @@ an aching sense of emptiness pervaded everything, and the future seemed nothing but impenetrable night. <span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">79</span></p> -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2 id="CHAPTER_III">CHAPTER III<br /> +<hr class="chap" > +<h2 id="CHAPTER_III">CHAPTER III<br > <span class="large">THE GREEN SHAWL</span></h2> @@ -4082,7 +4081,7 @@ cinders, concentrated them in one big blaze in the dining-room stove, which also heated his bedroom.</p> <div class="figcenter"> -<img id="i_080" src="images/i_080.jpg" alt="" /> +<img id="i_080" src="images/i_080.jpg" alt=""> <p class="caption"><span class="smcap">The Author, Disguised</span></p></div> <p>“That’s just like an Englishman,” he said in @@ -4270,7 +4269,7 @@ elsewhere.”</p> <p>Learn? As I looked into the Journalist’s tear-dimmed eyes, how heartily I wished they would!</p> -<hr class="tb" /> +<hr class="tb" > <p>While the journalist’s home until my arrival was only on the downward grade toward pig-stydom, that of @@ -4449,7 +4448,7 @@ matters.”</p> Ivanitch,” repeated the little Policeman, but his voice sounded forlorn.</p> -<hr class="tb" /> +<hr class="tb" > <p>Meanwhile, what of Melnikoff?</p> @@ -4683,7 +4682,7 @@ nearly so attentive as I ought to have been, and had to ask the colonel to repeat it all to me at our next meeting.</p> -<hr class="tb" /> +<hr class="tb" > <p>Maria was the only person I took into my confidence <span class="pagenum" id="Page_95">95</span> @@ -4871,7 +4870,7 @@ start.”</p> <p>Next day I told him I had decided not to go to Finland because I was thinking of going to Moscow.</p> -<hr class="tb" /> +<hr class="tb" > <p>“Madame Marsh has not been moved from <i>No. 2 Goróhovaya</i>,” declared the little Policeman as I sat @@ -4960,7 +4959,7 @@ hours days. At three I said: “I am going now, Maria.” Biting her fingers, Maria stood trembling as I left her and set out to walk across the town.</p> -<hr class="tb" /> +<hr class="tb" > <p>The dingy interior of the headquarters of the Extraordinary Commission, with its bare stairs and passages, @@ -5191,7 +5190,7 @@ hours later, when we arrived at Grusino, the car was only three-quarters full.</p> <div class="figcenter"> -<img id="i_106" src="images/i_106.jpg" alt="" /> +<img id="i_106" src="images/i_106.jpg" alt=""> <p class="caption"><span class="smcap">Railway Travelling in Soviet Russia</span></p></div> <p>It was nearly midnight. A mass of humanity @@ -5418,8 +5417,8 @@ Letts and Chinese hirelings, and his body lies none knows where”? And I was glad it was not I. <span class="pagenum" id="Page_113">113</span></p> -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2 id="CHAPTER_IV">CHAPTER IV<br /> +<hr class="chap" > +<h2 id="CHAPTER_IV">CHAPTER IV<br > <span class="large">MESHES</span></h2> @@ -6099,7 +6098,7 @@ forward. Finally, the creases looking no longer new, I began to ruffle the edges.</p> <div class="figcenter"> -<img id="i_128" src="images/i_128.jpg" alt="" /> +<img id="i_128" src="images/i_128.jpg" alt=""> <p class="caption"><span class="smcap">The Author, Disguised</span></p></div> <p>And then a miracle occurred!</p> @@ -6174,8 +6173,8 @@ matter. Thus deciding, I threw myself dressed on the bed and fell asleep. <span class="pagenum" id="Page_131">131</span></p> -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2 id="CHAPTER_V">CHAPTER V<br /> +<hr class="chap" > +<h2 id="CHAPTER_V">CHAPTER V<br > <span class="large">MELNIKOFF</span></h2> @@ -6348,7 +6347,7 @@ in the face.</p> <p>“Why on earth didn’t you come before?” he exclaimed, speaking in a low voice.</p> -<hr class="tb" /> +<hr class="tb" > <p>We rapidly became friends. Melnikoff’s disappearance had been a complete mystery to him, a mystery @@ -6716,7 +6715,7 @@ length Stepanovna broke.</p> <p>“Is it really possible,” she exclaimed, slowly, and apparently in utter bewilderment, “that the Germans—are—such—fools?”</p> -<hr class="tb" /> +<hr class="tb" > <p>“Evasive, Doctor, very evasive,” I said, as we sat over tea and a few dry biscuits the Doctor had @@ -7032,8 +7031,8 @@ name Nicholas Nicholaievitch N——?”</p> January,” said the Policeman. <span class="pagenum" id="Page_152">152</span></p> -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2 id="CHAPTER_VI">CHAPTER VI<br /> +<hr class="chap" > +<h2 id="CHAPTER_VI">CHAPTER VI<br > <span class="large">STEPANOVNA</span></h2> @@ -7439,8 +7438,8 @@ of which and its results, if the reader have patience to read a little further, he will learn. <span class="pagenum" id="Page_162">162</span></p> -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2 id="CHAPTER_VII">CHAPTER VII<br /> +<hr class="chap" > +<h2 id="CHAPTER_VII">CHAPTER VII<br > <span class="large">FINLAND</span></h2> @@ -8038,7 +8037,7 @@ of snow. Another stride, and I, too, was in Russia, buried in the thick shrubbery.</p> <div class="figcenter"> -<img id="i_176" src="images/i_176.jpg" alt="" /> +<img id="i_176" src="images/i_176.jpg" alt=""> <p class="caption"><span class="smcap">A Russian Village</span></p></div> <p>I found my guide sitting in the snow, adjusting @@ -8198,13 +8197,13 @@ propped up my skis against the wall, timidly knocked at the door, and entered.</p> <div class="figcenter"> -<img id="i_180" src="images/i_180.jpg" alt="" /> +<img id="i_180" src="images/i_180.jpg" alt=""> <p class="caption"><span class="smcap">A Russian Peasant ‘Capitalist’</span></p> </div> <p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_181">181</span></p> -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2 id="CHAPTER_VIII">CHAPTER VIII<br /> +<hr class="chap" > +<h2 id="CHAPTER_VIII">CHAPTER VIII<br > <span class="large">A VILLAGE “BOURGEOIS-CAPITALIST”</span></h2> @@ -8466,7 +8465,7 @@ Uncle Egor clambered in by my side.</p> <p>It was long before dawn when we rose and prepared to set out. Uncle Egor, one of his daughters, the -Firm, and I made up the party. To evade patrols +Finn, and I made up the party. To evade patrols we drove by bye-ways and across fields. Uncle Egor was taking his daughter to try to smuggle a can of milk into the city. What he himself was going to do @@ -8675,12 +8674,12 @@ anything like that ... you know, little son, who will help you.”</p> <div class="figcenter"> -<img id="i_192" src="images/i_192.jpg" alt="" /> +<img id="i_192" src="images/i_192.jpg" alt=""> <p class="caption"><span class="smcap">A Daughter of the Soil</span></p></div> <p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_193">193</span></p> -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2 id="CHAPTER_IX">CHAPTER IX<br /> +<hr class="chap" > +<h2 id="CHAPTER_IX">CHAPTER IX<br > <span class="large">METAMORPHOSIS</span></h2> @@ -8975,7 +8974,7 @@ corner of my eye that the cartridge-covered individual had lowered his revolver to his side. Then he turned and re-entered the house.</p> -<hr class="tb" /> +<hr class="tb" > <p>“The blades are pretty blunt, I am afraid,” observed <span class="pagenum" id="Page_200">200</span> @@ -9332,12 +9331,12 @@ impressed me but little, for I had ceased to care whether Zorinsky was shot or not.</p> <div class="figcenter"> -<img id="i_208" src="images/i_208.jpg" alt="" /> +<img id="i_208" src="images/i_208.jpg" alt=""> <p class="caption"><span class="smcap">The Author, Disguised</span></p></div> <p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_209">209</span></p> -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2 id="CHAPTER_X">CHAPTER X<br /> +<hr class="chap" > +<h2 id="CHAPTER_X">CHAPTER X<br > <span class="large">THE SPHINX</span></h2> @@ -9524,8 +9523,8 @@ the lap of that vast inarticulate mass of simple peasant toilers, so justly termed the Russian Sphinx. <span class="pagenum" id="Page_215">215</span></p> -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2 id="CHAPTER_XI">CHAPTER XI<br /> +<hr class="chap" > +<h2 id="CHAPTER_XI">CHAPTER XI<br > <span class="large">THE RED ARMY</span></h2> @@ -9601,7 +9600,7 @@ of my disloyalty to the Soviet Government, my relatives will be arrested and deported.</i></p></blockquote> <div class="figcenter"> -<img id="i_216" src="images/i_216.jpg" alt="" /> +<img id="i_216" src="images/i_216.jpg" alt=""> <p class="caption"><span class="smcap">A Review of ‘Red’ Troops</span></p></div> <p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_217">217</span></p> @@ -9684,7 +9683,7 @@ these are lying in prison. But this is not widely known, for like Russian anti-Bolsheviks they have no means of expressing their opinions.</p> -<hr class="tb" /> +<hr class="tb" > <p>Leo Bronstein, the genius of the Red army, now universally known by his more Russian-sounding @@ -9906,7 +9905,7 @@ Reds. The stupidity of such conduct on the part of the Whites would be inconceivable were it not a fact.</p> <div class="figcenter"> -<img id="i_224" src="images/i_224.jpg" alt="" /> +<img id="i_224" src="images/i_224.jpg" alt=""> <p class="caption"><span class="smcap">A Certificate of Identification</span></p></div> <p>The complete absence of an acceptable programme @@ -10010,7 +10009,7 @@ under the system introduced by Trotzky, have rapidly become not merely a formidable but an absolutely irresistible military force.</p> -<hr class="tb" /> +<hr class="tb" > <p>But the Russian people are not and never will be fired by enthusiasm for the Communist revolution. @@ -10125,7 +10124,7 @@ in attempted disloyalty. People may, by terror, be made to fight desperately for a thing they do not believe in, but there comes after all a breaking-point.</p> -<hr class="tb" /> +<hr class="tb" > <p>The means of producing terror in the army are Special Departments of the Extraordinary Commission, @@ -10499,7 +10498,7 @@ the membership of the Communist Party is a little more than half a million, out of the 120 or 130 million inhabitants of Soviet Russia.</p> -<hr class="tb" /> +<hr class="tb" > <p>Another feature of the Red army which is worthy of note is the group of organizations known as “Cultural-Enlightenment @@ -10777,7 +10776,7 @@ representing an “upward” trend, the cultural-enlightenment committees form a welcome contrast to the majority of Bolshevist institutions.</p> -<hr class="tb" /> +<hr class="tb" > <p>Our survey of the essential features of the Red army is now complete and may be summed up as @@ -10867,8 +10866,8 @@ looked-for Russian steam roller will at last have become an awful, devastating reality. <span class="pagenum" id="Page_251">251</span></p> -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2 id="CHAPTER_XII">CHAPTER XII<br /> +<hr class="chap" > +<h2 id="CHAPTER_XII">CHAPTER XII<br > <span class="large">“THE PARTY” AND THE PEOPLE</span></h2> @@ -11308,7 +11307,7 @@ president of the ‘Soviet Republic.’” What, I wondered, would the Third International have thought of such words?</p> -<hr class="tb" /> +<hr class="tb" > <p>After the experiment of the “freight weeks,” the next expedient resorted to when the self-same demands @@ -11396,7 +11395,7 @@ unavoidable evil.” Temporary? But can any one who believes in human nature conceive of a possible return to the system Lenin has discarded?</p> -<hr class="tb" /> +<hr class="tb" > <p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_265">265</span></p> @@ -11526,9 +11525,9 @@ the army.</p> establishing three degrees for professing converts:</p> <p class="table"> -1. Sympathizers.<br /> -2. Candidates.<br /> -3. Fully qualified Communists.<br /> +1. Sympathizers.<br > +2. Candidates.<br > +3. Fully qualified Communists.<br > </p> <p>Before being crowned with the coveted title of “member @@ -11696,7 +11695,7 @@ The characters of the two men, except under stress of war, are as incompatible as their respective policies of violence and moderation.</p> -<hr class="tb" /> +<hr class="tb" > <p>The number of Communists being relatively so infinitesimal, how is it that to-day on every public and @@ -11707,7 +11706,7 @@ a single meeting of the Soviet of Petrograd, whose sittings I attended.</p> <div class="figcenter">> -<img id="i_272" src="images/i_272.jpg" alt="" /> +<img id="i_272" src="images/i_272.jpg" alt=""> <p class="caption"><span class="smcap">A Meeting outside the Tauride Palace</span></p></div> <p>Some people still ask: What exactly is a “soviet”?—and @@ -12165,8 +12164,8 @@ torrent tearing all before it, like the rapids of Niagara; not, however, snowy white, but Red, Red, Red. <span class="pagenum" id="Page_285">285</span></p> -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2 id="CHAPTER_XIII">CHAPTER XIII<br /> +<hr class="chap" > +<h2 id="CHAPTER_XIII">CHAPTER XIII<br > <span class="large">ESCAPE</span></h2> @@ -12341,7 +12340,7 @@ said the man with the candle, “Good. Then at Rezhitsa we will put prisoners in here.”</p> <div class="figcenter"> -<img id="i_288" src="images/i_288.jpg" alt="" /> +<img id="i_288" src="images/i_288.jpg" alt=""> <p class="caption"><span class="smcap">Railway Travelling in Soviet Russia</span></p></div> <p>I will not attempt to describe the hour of suspense @@ -12486,8 +12485,8 @@ And I, too, laughed as I listened to the story of the rippling waters. <span class="pagenum" id="Page_294">294</span></p> -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2 id="CHAPTER_XIV">CHAPTER XIV<br /> +<hr class="chap" > +<h2 id="CHAPTER_XIV">CHAPTER XIV<br > <span class="large">CONCLUSION</span></h2> @@ -12593,7 +12592,7 @@ Commission—that must be consigned bag and baggage to the rubbish heap.</p> <div class="figcenter"> -<img id="i_296" src="images/i_296.jpg" alt="" /> +<img id="i_296" src="images/i_296.jpg" alt=""> <p class="caption"><span class="smcap">The Author with Russian @@ -12703,7 +12702,7 @@ virulent it is only because the longer and tighter the room was barred, the fouler became the air within! This was not the way to purify the chamber, whose use everyone recognized as indispensable. We must -unbolt the doors, unbar the Windows, and force in +unbolt the doors, unbar the windows, and force in the light and air we believe in. Then, the occupants being tended and the chamber thoroughly cleansed, it will once again become habitable.</p> @@ -13001,7 +13000,7 @@ in the whole of Russia,” said this workman, “whom the Bolsheviks fear from the bottom of their hearts, and that is Tihon, the Patriarch of the Russian Church.”</p> -<hr class="tb" /> +<hr class="tb" > <p>A story runs of a Russian peasant, who dreamt that he was presented with a huge bowl of delicious @@ -13042,27 +13041,27 @@ to the English, which must needs be inadequate, I append with apologies to all Russians:</p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2"><i>Umom Rossii nie poniatj;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Arshinom obshchym nie izmieritj;</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>U niei osobiennaya statj—</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>V Rossiu mozhno tolko vieritj.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Umom Rossii nie poniatj;</i><br ></span> +<span class="i2"><i>Arshinom obshchym nie izmieritj;</i><br ></span> +<span class="i2"><i>U niei osobiennaya statj—</i><br ></span> +<span class="i2"><i>V Rossiu mozhno tolko vieritj.</i><br ></span> </div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Seek not by Reason to discern<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The soul of Russia: or to learn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her thoughts by measurements designed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For other lands. Her heart, her mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her ways in suffering, woe, and need,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her aspirations and her creed,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Are all her own—<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Depths undefined,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be discovered, fathomed, known<br /></span> -<span class="i6">By Faith alone.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seek not by Reason to discern<br ></span> +<span class="i0">The soul of Russia: or to learn<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Her thoughts by measurements designed<br ></span> +<span class="i0">For other lands. Her heart, her mind,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Her ways in suffering, woe, and need,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">Her aspirations and her creed,<br ></span> +<span class="i6">Are all her own—<br ></span> +<span class="i6">Depths undefined,<br ></span> +<span class="i0">To be discovered, fathomed, known<br ></span> +<span class="i6">By Faith alone.<br ></span> </div></div> <p class="caption">THE END <span class="pagenum" id="Page_309">309</span></p> -<hr class="chap" /> +<hr class="chap" > <h2 id="INDEX">INDEX</h2> <ul class="index"><li class="ifrst"><i>Agents-provocateurs</i>, <a href="#Page_72">72</a>, <a href="#Page_217">217</a></li> @@ -13769,9 +13768,7 @@ Published in the <i>New York Times</i>, August 24, 1921.</p></div></div> <p> </p> <p> </p> -<hr class="full" /> -</div> -</div> +<hr class="full" > <div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 57804 ***</div> </body> </html> |