From Kropotkin's memoirs | IMGpapers 1976

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The old peasant oushed his way through. Throuch the lina of pouce, throwah the soldiers double row, fall et the feet * of the Tsar. He held in his hand re petition piesding for justice, telling of grevance and wrong.

Fellat the teet of the Tsar, crying:

Serf from a far, lone villege, foriom in the depths of the land. Whence came the wilf: came the cowrage? God knowa? No. the gods do not know. Onty the Toue Kroookin g nige stine Court there neer to the Tsar, saw the shuddor Di inar that passeo thraoon bis frame brutal oppression the state.

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Hopo Dewar Father, defend us! in thet cry ages of He paused pot one moment to look at thie paper Kropatkin in tellowshio took.

With a tremor of fear the Tsar passed on.

That was more than a hundred years app, you say? My friend, it was oniy yesterday they serzed the old peasant and throw him in jed, ло one knows for how iong.

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