The Bolsheviki even try to kill the supreme representation, the
only one legitimately established, of the popular will--the
Constituent Assembly.
To justify this violence and this tyranny they try to allege the
well-being of the people, but we, peasant workers, we see well
that their policy will only tighten the cord around the workers'
necks, while the possibility of a democratic peace becomes more
remote every day; matters have come to the point where the
Bolsheviki proclaim a further mobilization--of salaried
volunteers, it is true--to renew the hostilities. They strive to
represent the war with Ukraine and with the Cossacks under the
aspect of a war of classes; it is not, however, the bourgeoisie,
but the representatives of the working classes who are killed on
one side and on the other. They promised the Socialist regime, and
they have only destroyed the production of the factories so as to
leave the population without product and throw the workers into an
army of unemployed; the horrible specter of famine occupies the
void left by the broken organizations of food-supply; millions of
the money of the people are squandered in maintaining a Red
Guard--or sent to Germany to keep up the agitation there, while
the wives and the widows of our soldiers no longer receive an
allowance, there being no money in the Treasury, and are obliged
to live on charity.
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