There followed a moment’s silence, the awful silence of the executioner’s sword suspended in the air. Humanity in bondage draws its head between its shoulders, and, like the sweat of the agonising, cold rain, pours down the walls of the houses. Now.... A bestial voice shrieks again in the street: “LONG LIVE THE DICTATORSHIP OF THE PROLETARIAT!”…
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