Communism -- Soviet Union; Soviet Union -- History -- Revolution, 1917-1921
Suddenly, by common impulse, we found ourselves on our feet, mumbling
together into the smooth lifting unison of the _Internationale._ A
grizzled old soldier was sobbing like a child. Alexandra Kollontai
rapidly winked the tears back. The immense sound rolled through the
hall, burst windows and doors and seared into the quiet sky. “The war
is ended! The war is ended!” said a young workman near me, his face
shining. And when it was over, as we stood there in a kind of awkward
hush, some one in the back of the room shouted, “Comrades! Let us
remember those who have died for liberty!” So we began to sing the
Funeral March, that slow, melancholy and yet triumphant chant, so
Russian and so moving. The _Internationale_ is an alien air, after all.
The Funeral March seemed the very soul of those dark masses whose
delegates sat in this hall, building from their obscure visions a new
Russia—and perhaps more.
You fell in the fatal fight
For the liberty of the people, for the honour of the people….
You gave up your lives and everything dear to you,
You suffered in horrible prisons,
You went to exile in chains….
Without a word you carried your chains because you could not ignore
your suffering brothers,
Because you believed that justice is stronger than the sword….
The time will come when your surrendered life will count
That time is near; when tyranny falls the people will rise, great and
free!
Farewell, brothers, you chose a noble path,
You are followed by the new and fresh army ready to die and to suffer….
Farewell, brothers, you chose a noble path,
At your grave we swear to fight, to work for freedom and the people’s
happiness….
For this did they lie there, the martyrs of March, in their cold
Brotherhood Grave on Mars Field; for this thousands and tens of
thousands had died in the prisons, in exile, in Siberian mines. It had
not come as they expected it would come, nor as the _intelligentzia_
desired it; but it had come—rough, strong, impatient of formulas,
contemptuous of sentimentalism; real….
Lenin was reading the Decree on Land:
(1.) All private ownership of land is abolished immediately without
compensation.
(2.) All land-owners’ estates, and all lands belonging to the Crown, to
monasteries, church lands with all their live stock and inventoried
property, buildings and all appurtenances, are transferred to the
disposition of the township Land Committees and the district Soviets of
Peasants’ Deputies until the Constituent Assembly meets.
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