Soviet Union -- History -- Revolution, 1917-1921 -- Personal narratives; World War, 1914-1918 -- Soviet Union
I watched and they did. Man after man and woman after woman stopped all
work and began to put on their shoes. Many millworkers work barefooted.
They gathered in little knots at a window and looked out, talking
aimlessly. They strolled about the rooms. Some just stopped work and
went out. At half past four in the rooms through which I walked, not
half the machines were running.
“Is it really like this in all the mills and factories of Russia?” I
asked, “or is this mill an exception to the rule? Is it worse than the
average?”
“It is no worse than most,” was the reply. “It is better than some.
Industrial Russia has completely broken down in some places. It is
rapidly breaking down everywhere.”
What I saw afterwards absolutely confirmed this statement. The
industrial world is as much in the hands of the Bolsheviki or
extremists as are the councils of workmen’s and soldiers’ delegates.
While the provisional government of the early weeks of the revolution
discussed ways and means whereby the workers in mills and factories
might gradually acquire an interest in their industries and a voice in
the councils of the managers, the workers settled the whole thing by
turning the employers out and taking over the industries themselves.
They have voted themselves enormous salaries, short hours and little
work. But they have done little or nothing to insure the permanence
of the salaries. Soon there will be, instead of an eight hour day, no
working day at all. All the shops and factories will close.
In Moscow is the largest and finest department store in Russia. It is
an English concern, Muir & Merrilies, managed and largely owned by Mr.
William L. Cazalet. I know him well, and his testimony, when I saw him
in August, bore out this statement. The committee in Muir & Merrilies
voted that they found it inconvenient to have clerks and other employés
go home for lunch at different hours. They therefore ordered the store
closed every day from 12 to 2 o’clock. The store was accordingly closed.
“I don’t mind,” said Mr. Cazalet cheerfully. “My stocks are running
low, the transportation system is on the verge of collapse, and I can’t
get any more goods. As each line of goods is exhausted I shall close
the department. When the time comes I shall close the store and go home
to England for a vacation.”
He will go, as Daniel Cheshire went, others will follow, and the
workers will own their tools. They won’t own anything else.
CHAPTER XX
MRS. PANKHURST IN RUSSIA
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