I saw the dead without really seeing them.

The revolution is like a vessel filled with the pulsating heartbeat of millions of working people.

I saw the dead without really seeing them.

How happy I am to go to the front at last. To do my bit. To prove with my life what I think I feel.

The working class will not halt until socialism has been realized.

As a boy I used to go to the Chamber of Horrors at the annual fair, to look at the wax figures of Emperors and Kings, of heroes and murderers of the day. The dead now had that same unreality, which shocks without arousing pity.

Slogans which deafened us so that we could not hear the truth.