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:
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