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THE VAGABOND

"We have eaten up our last kopeks. What in the world will Lyonya and I do? I inquired about the letters I sent you...must wait forty-two days, and then file a written request for tracing them. I have no idea where you are..."

a gray sign, nailed up. local headquarters huddled lines of people. hall cold and drafty the boy's cough, every night. stomach hurts huddled lines of sacks, shapeless, lumps. crawling, crawling in the queues. a desk, brass label...my baby...I'd like to be...about an allowance... asking asking asking.

"I found work in a factory. It's very irregular, and I don't know how much I shall earn.

"Yesterday I was told that you weren't permitted to write, as you were on secret duty. But I just cannot believe..."

"I am so lonely and unhappy a letter would cheer me...if anything happened I should have your letter as a last keepsake."

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"Yesterday I got my first month's wages. It was very small on account of the irregularity of the work. But I wouldn't care if only you yourself would get home. I wonder how matters will end..."

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