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Updated: June 11, 2025
"Yet the harbor is full of stacks of coal, and there's no lack of eatables in the shops. On the contrary there is more than usual, because so many are having to do without and you can see, too, that everything in the city is cheaper. But what good is that when there's no money? It's the distribution that's all wrong." "Yes, you are quite right!" said Otto Stolpe.
True fire, that never goes out!" Carefully they folded the colors and laid them back in the chest. "It won't do even now to speak aloud of the colors! You understand?" said Stolpe. There was a knock, and Stolpe made haste to lock the chest and hide the key, while Frederik went to the door. They looked at one another uneasily and stood listening.
When they had sung the Socialist marching song, the party broke up. Lasse had his pockets filled with sweets for the three orphans. "What's become of the Vanishing Man?" said Otto suddenly. "Perhaps he's been taken bad down in the yard," said Stolpe. "Run down and see, Frederick." They had quite forgotten him.
The bird sat on his red ear and fixed its claws in his hair, then hopped onto his arm and along it onto the table. Stolpe kept on asking it, "What would you like to smoke, Hansie?" "Peep!" replied the canary, every time. Then they all laughed. "Hansie would like a pipe!" "How clever he is, to answer like that!" said the women. "Clever? ay, and he's sly too!
He was sitting on the edge of the dish, cheerfully flirting his tail as he pecked away. Suddenly something fell upon the table- cloth. "Lord bless me," cried Stolpe, in consternation, "if that had been any one else! Wouldn't you have heard mother carry on!" Old Lasse was near exploding at this. He had never before been in such pleasant company.
"Yes, now there's talk of it everywhere. But to whom is that due? God knows, to us old veterans and to him there!" Stolpe began to talk of indifferent matters, but quite involuntarily the conversation returned to the movement; man and wife lived and breathed for nothing else.
"Yes, but they didn't get the colors," said Stolpe, and he laughed heartily. "I had already passed them on, they were never very long in one place in those days. Now they lead a comparatively quiet life, and mother and the rest of us too!" The young men stood in silence, gazing at the standard that had seen so many vicissitudes, and that was like the hot red blood of the movement.
I say, that queer fellow Brun, I think you call him doesn't he live with you?" "He isn't a queer fellow," said Pelle, laughing. "We can go up and see him." Brun and Stolpe very soon found something to talk about. They were of the same age, and had witnessed the first days of the Movement, each from his own side.
"Yes, but we don't obey the laws out of respect for the commands of a capitalist society," said Stolpe, somewhat uncertainly, "but out of regard for ourselves. God pity the poor man if he takes the law into his own hands!" "Still, it keeps the wound fresh! As for all the others, who go hungry in silence, what do they do? There are too few of them, alas there's room in the prisons for them!
True fire, that never goes out!" Carefully they folded the colors and laid them back in the chest. "It won't do even now to speak aloud of the colors! You understand?" said Stolpe. There was a knock, and Stolpe made haste to lock the chest and hide the key, while Frederik went to the door. They looked at one another uneasily and stood listening.
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