Originally published in three parts, Trotsky's masterpiece is collected here in a single volume, and serves as the most vital and inspiring record of the Russian Revolution to date. In July , when the Provisional Government issued a warrant for his arrest, Lenin fled from Petrograd. Later that year, the October Revolution swept him to supreme power.
In the short intervening period he went to Finland, where he wrote his impassioned, incomplete masterwork. It was in this book that Lenin justified his personal interpretation of Marxism, set out his trenchant views on class conflict, and considered the lessons of earlier revolutions and the dismantling of the bourgeois state. Throughout his life Isaac Babel was torn by opposing forces - the desire both to remain faithful to his Jewish roots, and the struggle to break free of them.
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Writing workshops. View all. Events Podcasts Apps. Gifts for bibliophiles. Penguin Shop Penguin Shop Penguin gifts. They were wrong. Now huddled against a damp, dark trench wall, John could only see the gas wafting through the camp, a yellow mist slowing creep past the soldiers as they manned their posts. His lieutenant was yelling muffled orders and motioning for John to be ready.
Looking down the iron site of his rifle, John watched as the gas cloud dissolved into the air. From behind, he could hear the artillery canon ring out in a counter strike. The men waited. The lieutenant jumped down from his post and barked the muffled order for Clark to test the air.
Clark looked hesitantly and slowly peeled back his mask and sniffed the air. The all clear was called.
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As the sun broke the horizon, the artillery quieted and word came down the line that the Germans were holding their position. As John and his closest friend in Verdun, Private Simon Clark, walked to the mess, where the food was divided amongst the men, they greeted Charles Duvall, a Frenchman from the 46th French Infantry that was sharing their quarters. Clark shook his head. Duvall laughed. As they ate, John told Clark about the letter his mother had recently sent to him. Fortunately, it had found its way to the front line.
The orders came down the next morning. We are charging this evening. Our unit is lucky enough to be led in by a little Willy. You know what to do. We got us a tank! He knew keeping a clear head would be the only way out of this war. The men of the 3rd huddled, waiting as storms of canon fire streaked above them into the distance, the sound of their impact adding to the noise. Suddenly, John realized there was a new sound among the familiar battle noises.
The men watched in awe as the tank came into view, rolling slowly. The engine became louder and louder as the tank climbed across the trench in the clearing left for it to pass. The tank came to a stop several yards in front of the men and waited as the artillery quieted. The lieutenant approached Clark and handed him a double barrel shotgun. On the ready! The 3rd fell in at a steady pace behind the tank. The walk seemed endless. Farther around them, other units charged the enemy lines. Rifle fire erupted and John heard the cries of falling men.
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A hail of bullets rained on the front of the tank as the men followed behind. The tank began to fire steady rounds. Pressing onward, the tank cut through the barbed wire ahead of them. Suddenly, the tank surged and the engine died. The hatch flew open and two crewmen scrambled out.
Four men, including John, thrust the explosives into the enemy nest.
With the cover of the blast and smoke, the unit jumped in, bayonets on the ready. Waiting for them were a group of stunned Germans scrambling to recover their rifles. Several were cut down immediate by the advancing Americans. From an obscured safehold, three Germans rushed forward to attack. Clark turned and without thought fired. Thrown back by the force of the shots, Clark had killed all three with two shots. Out of nowhere, bullets ripped through Clark.
The entire unit scrambled farther down the trench for cover from the unseen machine gunner.
John hid behind an ammo crate with the lifeless Clark beside him. John shook Clark, but there was no response. There was nothing left to be said. John gulped deep breaths as he tried to choke his grief and clear his head. Grabbing a grenade, John blindly lobbed the mortar over the head of the gunner. The gunner fell forward from the blast. John lunged with his bayonet stabbing the already injured man in the forehead. Releasing all his grief and anger, John pulled the trigger of his gun. With a load burst, the top of the Germans head disappeared and his body felt to the ground.
Before the air had a chance to clear, John felt the force of giant blast. The world went black. Slowly, John came to consciousness. He blinked his eyes as sound seeped through the cloudiness in his head. Looking around, he discovered himself in a hospital tent surrounded by other wounded soldiers.