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
good and cheap in those days. A pound of roast mutton cost fifteen
kopecks, a roast fowl forty to fifty kopecks, a roast duck a rouble,
besides there was white, grey, and black bread, every sort of roll and
biscuit, cheese, ham, bacon, butter, milk, and many sorts of excellent
fish. Each station was a new adventure, where you explored strange and
unknown sorts of food. Sugar became rarer the further east we went, and
at some stations could only be supplied to soldiers; but we always had
a supply.
[SN: GERMAN SOCIALISTS]
We were a very mixed company, thirty, sometimes forty, men in a luggage
van. We were mostly working-men, and the relations between them and the
educated classes were very bad. They bore a grudge against us for being
what we were, and tried by all sorts of pinpricks to make life a burden
to us. The working-man dearly likes overheated rooms, possibly because
it is a luxury he cannot afford at home. They would go on piling
coal on the fire till the truck was like a furnace; in the pitiless,
unbearable heat our brains would seem to be bursting, and we would
throw off nearly all our clothes. When they had got us so far, the
working-men would suddenly open the windows and let in on us the icy
Siberian winter air with its temperature of twenty or thirty degrees
below zero. We knew exactly what to expect from them if ever they
should get the upper hand in the State. The Socialists ruled among them
unquestioned. They would hold forth by the hour and no one of their
class said a word against them. The chief use of the German Army seemed
to be as an institution for the diffusion of Socialism throughout the
whole nation. Our labourers were mostly inclined to be rough bullies,
but they were cowards, and let anybody alone who showed fight. None of
them were above cringing, fawning, or begging. It used to disgust me to
see men wearing the uniform of a great army begging for pitiful odds
and ends that they did not really need. Their philosophy was simple.
If they wanted a thing, they must have it; if they could not beg or
wheedle it out of its owner, they must steal it.
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