ABSTRACT
The axes have rung through the cherry orchards of Russia. The beautiful old seigniorial houses have fallen. The nobility and their grizzled retainers lie dead together in the ruins. Yet the peasantry of Russia still cry under oppression. The Bolshevik is still only the Bourgeois in disguise. Sansculottism is still unsatisfied. Anarchy still shrieks for victims. Where stands the Socialist of yesterday?
