Through the Russian Revolution . s•^ hemmed inside the telephone station. But nowcomes this jubilant news that an armored car ishurrying to their rescue. They gaze intently downthe street for the first glimpse of it. As it comes swinging in from the Nevsky, theyhail it with cheers. Like a great iron steed it lum-bers along and stops before the barricades. Cheersagain from the Whites. Ill-starred cheers! Theydo not know that they are cheering their end. Theydo not know that this is not their car; it has passedinto the hands of the Reds. It is a Trojan horse,within whose armored belly are concea
Through the Russian Revolution . s•^ hemmed inside the telephone station. But nowcomes this jubilant news that an armored car ishurrying to their rescue. They gaze intently downthe street for the first glimpse of it. As it comes swinging in from the Nevsky, theyhail it with cheers. Like a great iron steed it lum-bers along and stops before the barricades. Cheersagain from the Whites. Ill-starred cheers! Theydo not know that they are cheering their end. Theydo not know that this is not their car; it has passedinto the hands of the Reds. It is a Trojan horse,within whose armored belly are concealed the sol-diers of the Revolution. It slews about until itsmuzzle is pointed thru the archway. Then sud-denly it spouts a stream of lead as a garden hosespouts water. Screams now instead of cheers!Tumbling over boxes and one another, the officers,in one shrieking, tangled mass, go crashing thru thehallway and up the stairs. Poetic justice! Here where a few hours earlierthese Counter-Revolutionists pressed their revolvers 134. y -^s K
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