“Just listen! Béla Kun himself admits that they are done for: ‘According to reports the Roumanians have taken Szatmár-Németi. The inhabitants at once abolished the Soviet Republic, hoisted white flags and raised cheers for the King. Private property was re-established. The Roumanians are advancing on Nagy-Várad. In Debreczen, however, the workmen managed to suppress the Counter-revolution. Everybody must go to the front. If necessary, we are ready to die for the Dictatorship of the Proletariat!’” We have learned to read between the lines of ‘The Red Newspaper.’ They are afraid, and in their fear they threaten furiously. The electrician War Minister threatens the working classes: “Anyone committing acts of indiscipline will be dealt with as if he were a Counter-revolutionary.” As for the bourgeoisie, Pogány shook his fist at it during the stage meeting at the Opera. “Comrades, we must inform the bourgeoisie that from this day we consider it our hostage. (Violent applause.) Let the bourgeois take notice that they will get no respite from any advance the Entente’s army may make, because every step which brings the Serbian and Roumanian armies nearer shall be made a bitter trial to the bourgeois amongst us. (Stormy applause.) Let not the bourgeoisie rejoice, let it not stick white flags out of its windows, for we shall paint them red in their life-blood!” (Raving applause lasting for several minutes.) Then Számuelly mounted the tribune: “The Proletarian country is in danger!” he exclaimed. “Death to all the enemies of the Proletariat! Death to the bourgeois! Although no blood has yet been shed in defence of the Republic, the blood of the Proletarians may yet flow, but then bourgeois blood will flow too.” And the audience, the foreign crowd of the Workers’ Council, clapped furiously as the Jew, Számuelly, prophesied the shedding of the blood of the Hungarian Proletariat and the Hungarian bourgeoisie, stirred up against each other. Labour, driven to the slaughter, is to vent its fury and destroy the intellectuals. Magyardom is to crush Magyardom’s brain with its own hand. Madness! They sentence both their slaves and their enemies. Will they last long enough to accomplish the destruction of the nation? The general assembly on Saturday before Easter resolved that every Proletarian must rise to arms in the defence of the Dictatorship. One is oppressed by a sense of calamity. The Roumanians in Nagy-Várad! But on the other hand, the horrible Dictatorship is falling. Humanity has pity on us. Even if the Roumanians make encroachments now, peace will restore our territory to us. There were steps in the street. A man stopped on the kerb and looked up at our window. I remembered that I had seen him on the same spot yesterday. Mrs. Huszár pressed her husband’s arm. Then the street lamps were lit, and we watched from the dark room. The sinister shape was still standing at the corner. * * * * *