Boche and Bolshevik: Experiences of an Englishman in the German Army and in Russian PrisonsPrice, Hereward Thimbleby
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Boche and Bolshevik: Experiences of an Englishman in the German Army and in Russian Prisons
Price, Hereward Thimbleby
World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives; World War, 1914-1918 -- Prisoners and prisons, Russian
Our labourers were filled with amazement at the primitive workmanship
of the Russians. The peasant is a jack-of-all-trades--agriculturist,
carpenter, mason, wheelwright, weaver, and so on. The consequence is
that nothing gets done well. The plough is as simple as Abraham’s must
have been. Our carpenters declared that in Germany an apprentice of
fourteen could make better gates, doors, window-frames, and wheels than
those they saw in Russia. The peasants often wore shoes of bast, even
in the dirtiest weather, and in their general appearance they reminded
me of pictures of Anglo-Saxon serfs I had seen somewhere. Sometimes the
remarks of our men went too far. Russian pigs are sometimes bred from
an English strain and show the tawny tiger-like markings of certain
English breeds. This kind of pig was unfamiliar to my companions, and
when they caught sight of it for the first time, they said, “Look
there, they can’t even tame pigs, they have only wild swine running
about!” The more they saw of the Russian peasant, the more amazed our
men were that Russia had been able to do so much in the war. They
thought it almost impossible to build up an army with material of this
quality.
[SN: SYNAGOGUES]
We most enjoyed being in the synagogues. The Jews would come early
in the morning to hold a service. They would put on the sacred robes
and adorn themselves with phylacteries and then begin to chant the
holy words. Suddenly, quick as lightning, they would spit over their
shoulders adroitly as a London cabman, or they would empty their noses
between finger and thumb on to the floor, and then resume the solemn
rise and fall of their chant as if nothing had happened. The very
moment they had finished and disrobed, they began bargaining with
one another with the same zeal that they had just shown in prayer.
We were never tired of listening to the harsh, discordant jangle of
their voices, not united, but, as it seemed, vying with one another in
prayer. And I was never tired of hearing the explanation our Catholic
workmen had to offer of all this jarring noise. Their priests had
assured them that it was a punishment on the Jews, that ever since the
time they had quarrelled over the fate of Christ they were doomed, when
they assembled in the synagogue, to wrangle helplessly with one another
and not to pray. We were quartered in synagogues as a deliberate insult
to the Jews. Often the soldiers would break in on their services and
send them away. They have not forgotten these things, and now that
they are the masters of Russia, they are showing how consummately they
understand the art of revenge.
[SN: RUSSIAN ARMY]
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