A Generation Page #3

There's a box for it. You fill it in!

Class is over!

Stop, friends!

We've got something to tell you!

Wait!

Friends!

Friends, the Union of Fighting Youth

is being formed,

the combat organization

of Polish youth.

We will not lay down our arms!

We have blood, tears

and destruction to avenge.

And now,

not sometime in the future!

They murder us!

They send us to rot in camps!

Let's take revenge!

Let's fight for a free Poland!

For a just Poland!

Young workers, make contact

with the Union of Fighting Youth!

Join the People's Guard,

the militant arm of the Polish people!

Don't wait to be liberated!

To arms!

Death to the occupiers!

Miss! Miss!

Hey, you! Listen!

That's not her.

"Make contact. " But how?

"Make contact. "

Nice words.

But just try to do it.

There was no one to help me.

I groped in the dark a long time

before I found a friendly hand.

Clear out!

"Clear out," and we scatter.

That's right, brother.

That's right.

They slap our faces

and we do nothing.

We take it like sheep.

If only we had guns.

What? Guns?

So long.

That piece in the storeroom

was calling out to me.

That would be a start.

I burst with pride thinking

I could join them already armed.

Their eyes would pop

out of their heads.

What are you

tinkering with there, Stach?

A chest for my tools.

When I went in the army,

I had a tool chest too.

A painted one.

A recruit's chest.

That was in the czar's day.

I was stationed

at the Manchurian border.

Nothing but mountains and steppes.

You could breathe freely then.

I was young in those days,

and strong as an ox!

It felt like if I just got

a solid footing,

I could carry the world

on my shoulders.

I bet you feel the same now,

young man, eh?

Where are your dogs, Krone?

The boss gave them to the dogcatcher.

He turned me out

and gave my dogs to the dogcatcher.

You see, Stach...

this is my last day here.

Tell me, how does a man live

without work?

Old age isn't treating you well, Krone.

You'll be old one day too.

Not that I wish it on you,

because I've taken a liking to you.

But as it was, so will it be.

Come now.

Not necessarily.

Sekula!

What's up?

Quick, I'm in a hurry.

There was a meeting at school.

A girl spoke. I ran after her.

She stood up on a barrel and spoke.

- What are you babbling about?

She told us to join

the People's Guard.

I want to join.

Hold on now. Slow down.

Sekula, I know you can help me.

I don't have time right now.

Meet me Sunday at 11:00.

- Where?

At the Bem-Wolska crossroads.

You got that?

But not a word to anyone.

If they ask about me at the shop,

you know nothing.

I'm not going back to the Bergs.

- Really?

I'm coming, Szymon.

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