I shot, rode, jumped, and took part in all the fights of the boys.
AGNES SMEDLEYI forgot the songs they sung – and most of those songs are now dead; I erased their dialect from my tongue.
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But settled things were enemies to me and soon lost their newness and color. The unknown called.
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Gambling in the mark has been the great indoor sport of the capitalists for months, and consequently food has increased by 25 to 100 per cent.
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But there were years when, in search of what I thought was better, nobler things I denied these, my people, and my family.
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To die would have been beautiful. But I belong to those who do not die for the sake of beauty.
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There were fifty-four women and forty little boys with the Red Army prisoners, and I went daily to take care of them also.
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I was learning that books and diagrams can be evil things if they deaden the mind of man and make him blind or cynical before subjection of any kind.
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Much that we read of Russia is imagination and desire only.
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New York was a new and strange world. Vast, impersonal, merciless.
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She said little, especially when my father or the men who worked for him were about I remember her instinctive and unhesitating sympathy for the miners.
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But here in New York I was ignorant, insignificant, unimportant–one in millions whose destiny concerned no one. New York did not even know of my existence. Nor did it care.
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I forgot the songs they sung – and most of those songs are now dead; I erased their dialect from my tongue.
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My mother listened to all the news from the camp during the strike.
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I believe only in money, not in love or tenderness. Love and tenderness meant only pain and suffering and defeat.
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Always before I had felt like a person, an individual, hopeful that I could mold my life according to some desire of my own.
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The highest joy is to fight by the side of those who for any reason of their own making or ours, are unable to develop to full human stature.
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