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- Autorius: John Spargo
- Leidėjas: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Metai: 2017
- Puslapiai: 34
- ISBN-10: 1544711085
- ISBN-13: 9781544711089
- Formatas: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.2 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
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"Aye, many times, many times," answered Old Hans, nodding. "Hundreds of times did we smoke and drink together-me and him." "Ah, that was a glorious privilege, Hans," said the Young Comrade fervently. "To hear him speak and touch his hand-the hand that wrote such great truths for the poor working people-I would have gladly died, Hans. Why, even when I touch your hand now, and think that it held his hand so often, I feel big-strong-inspired." "Ach, but my poor old hand is nothing," answered Old Hans with a deprecating smile. "Touching the hand of such a man matters nothing at all, for genius is not contagious like the smallpox," he added. "But tell me about him, Hans," pleaded the Young Comrade again. "Tell me how he looked and spoke-tell me everything." "Well, you see, we played together as boys in the Old Country, in Treves. Many a time did we fight then! Once he punched my eye and made it swell up so that I could hardly see at all, but I punched his nose and made it bleed like-well, like a pig.
- Autorius: John Spargo
- Leidėjas: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Metai: 2017
- Puslapiai: 34
- ISBN-10: 1544711085
- ISBN-13: 9781544711089
- Formatas: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.2 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
"Aye, many times, many times," answered Old Hans, nodding. "Hundreds of times did we smoke and drink together-me and him." "Ah, that was a glorious privilege, Hans," said the Young Comrade fervently. "To hear him speak and touch his hand-the hand that wrote such great truths for the poor working people-I would have gladly died, Hans. Why, even when I touch your hand now, and think that it held his hand so often, I feel big-strong-inspired." "Ach, but my poor old hand is nothing," answered Old Hans with a deprecating smile. "Touching the hand of such a man matters nothing at all, for genius is not contagious like the smallpox," he added. "But tell me about him, Hans," pleaded the Young Comrade again. "Tell me how he looked and spoke-tell me everything." "Well, you see, we played together as boys in the Old Country, in Treves. Many a time did we fight then! Once he punched my eye and made it swell up so that I could hardly see at all, but I punched his nose and made it bleed like-well, like a pig.
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