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She was so grateful whenever I brought Karl a box of cigars. 'So long as he must smoke, friend Fritzsche, it is better that he should have something decent to smoke. The cheap trash he smokes is bad for him, I'm sure. She knew, poor thing, that the poverty he endured for the great Cause was killing Karl by inches, as you might say. And I knew it, too, laddie, and it made my heart bleed."
"Aye, and in the distant ages when the struggle is over when happy men and women read with wondering hearts of the days of pain which we endure then Karl's name will still be remembered. Nobody will know then that I, poor old Hans Fritzsche, went to school with Karl; that I played with him fought with him loved him for nearly sixty years. But no matter; they can never know Karl as I knew him."
Out of these elements an elaborate historical theory is constructed, which Ewald and Fritzsche have taken the trouble to refute on historical grounds.
That was like Karl: he had a way somehow of saying things you couldn't forget. "When the meeting was over I was slinking away without speaking to him. I suppose that I was bashful and a bit afraid of the grave 'Doctor Marx, the great man. But he saw me going out and shouted my name. 'Wait a minute, Hans Fritzsche, he cried, and came running to me with outstretched hands.
The authenticity of this idyl has been denied, partly because the Daphnis of the poem is not identical in character with the Daphnis of the first idyl. But the piece is certainly worthy of a place beside the work of Theocritus. The dialogue is here arranged as in the text of Fritzsche. The Maiden. Helen the wise did Paris, another neatherd, ravish! Daphnis.
The pale, yellow light of the waning day streamed through the dusty window panes of the little cigar shop, and across the bench where old Hans Fritzsche worked and hummed the melody of Der Freiheit the while. The Young Comrade who sat in the corner upon a three-legged stool seemed not to hear the humming.
But when Jenny died Engels said to me after the funeral, 'It's all over with Marx now, friend Fritzsche; his life is finished, too. And I knew that Engels spoke the truth. "And then Karl died. He died sitting in his arm chair, about three o'clock in the afternoon of the fourteenth of March, 1883.
Then he insisted upon introducing me to all the leaders. 'This is my good friend, Herr Fritzsche, with whom I went to school, he said to them. "Nothing would satisfy him but that I should go with the other leaders and himself for a little wine, and though I was almost afraid lest in such company I seem foolish, I went. You should have heard Karl talk to those leaders, my boy!
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