Scribner´s Magazine, Vol. 71
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Excerpt from Scribner´s Magazine, Vol. 71: Published Monthly, With Illustrations; January-June At this time there are Red propagandists paid to shout on the housetops of a false Utopia, in that land where their companions in crime are grinding a nation under heel, while they lie about it to us, talking of idealism misunderstood. There are speculators, with little or nothing to lose, who cynically seek the money of vague investors with which to fish in troubled waters for their own ends, and who talk of concessions, gains, and practicability of trade. There are those who in ignorance hold up a mirror to the pink paradise described to them, and who reflect this camouflage in loud enthusiasm. Whether it is Trotzky-Bronstein from New York, or Vanderlip from California, or France from Maryland, the noise is great as they speak of Russia, and our American public reads or listens and grows ever more mystified. Why, with all they have, do the Russian people starve, and why does the benign Bolshevist government not prosperously administer the natural riches they have in their hands? From Russia has come to me direct a still small voice with no press-agent in attendance. It tells the truth, and nothing but the truth. Perhaps hardly all the truth, however, for there is too much to tell, and it is all too horrid! Besides, terrible punishment is waiting for those who report the misery and cruel acts they see about them - not only punishment to men themselves who speak, but to women and children they love, and whom they still try to keep alive in the Hades where they live. The martyrs generally do not know to whom they may address their stories. They are not seeking notoriety, but are merely stretching a hand out of the darkness which envelops them, into our civilized world beyond. They grope for a little sympathy, a little understanding, of their woes. Some of these tales have come to me either directly, in letters from men or women whom I knew in olden days, or have been passed to me by recipients of letters, when it was thought the descriptions were interesting or held a message for me. The following story is a composite of a number of these communications. Because of the dire danger to the senders I have changed all names, all indications of exact surroundings and time, which might lead to the discovery of identities, and I have been content to offer only the facts. For the truth of these I vouch. Most of the correspondents are still at the mercy of the Soviet authorities. They are marvellously patient and uncomplaining, while their resignation is only equalled by their faith, their hope, their courage, and their gentle charity to one another. By way of introduction let me add one more detail, so that the pro-Bolshevik may not claim my news comes from some one group, whose view-point I espouse in prejudice. The material of these incidents and descriptions which I have knit together was gathered from sources ranging wide. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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