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The soldier was walking home along the street and saw these guys. Who is your mother, guys, the soldier asked the guys. Our mother is a revolution, but she abandoned us; we worked at the factory, but the factory was destroyed; we don’t know what to do, we are wandering around without normal work; our life has lost its meaning, we get drunk, raise goats, beat our wives, and our wives beat us, White Guard gangs are committing crimes in the mountains. Help us, soldier. The soldier's name is Gleb Shumalov, he fought heroically in hand-to-hand combat with the enemies of the Revolution, defeating both the White Guards and the interventionists. He returned home and wants a peaceful life. Kiss your daughter Nyurka, hug your wife Dasha and throw her on the bed, and then start working at your favorite factory again. “Now his wife Dasha and her daughter Nyurka will meet him, scream and freeze on her chest, shocked by joy.”

She didn’t scream, she didn’t freeze. Dasha is no longer the same as before. “You don’t even see a person in me, Gleb. Why don't you feel like a comrade in me? I, Gleb, learned something good and new. I’m not just a woman... Understand this... I found the person in myself after you and was able to appreciate... It was difficult... it was expensive... but no one will break this pride of mine... even you, Glebushka...” Dasha is now a party member, Dasha is now a comrade, Dasha You can’t just throw him down, Dasha is now a responsible employee of the women’s department, Dasha can’t be jealous, Gleb has no property rights to Dasha. “Jealousy is revolting in you - I know... This is worse than despotism. This is the exploitation of man by man, which can only be compared to cannibalism. I’ll tell you what, Gleb: if you don’t approach Dasha with this, you’ll be beaten,” comrade Mekhova, a participant in the battles in Moscow and another hero of the civil war, teaches Gleb.

Kiss your daughter Nyurka, hug your wife Dasha and throw her on the bed, and then start working again at your favorite factory

What about the plant? The factory is destroyed, the workers are degraded, the factory village is in ruins and melancholy. Bureaucrats are harmful, old cadres are unreliable. Schramm is a pest, Badin is a womanizer, Zhuk is noisy, Savchuk is a drunkard, Kleist does nothing at all. And around the plant there are whites, greens and Cossacks operating. There is no food, no fuel. “The villages are crawling out like locusts, and the Kurkul uprisings are covering the fields, reeds, foothills and feather grass steppes with smoke and blood. The mountains and forests are infested with beastmen. During the day, enemies hide in dark thickets and caves or walk around the city wearing masks of friends of the revolution. They are everywhere: in the ranks of soldiers, in Soviet offices, and in the homes of peaceful, harmless citizens. Who can point them out, name them, crush them like vermin? And night comes - they crawl out, sprayed with darkness, for treacherous work. So they light their signal fires, and the lights fly into the locust fields, looming invitingly and laughing like owls.”