Those who cannot see our goal, let them not walk with us; only misery is in store for them! Fall into line, comrades! Long live the first of May, the holiday of freemen!" The crowd drew closer.

Pavel waved the flag.

It spread out in the air and sailed forward, sunlit, smiling, red, and glowing.
"Let us renounce the old world!" resounded Fedya Mazin's ringing voice; and scores of voices took up the cry.

It floated as on a mighty wave.
"Let us shake its dust from our feet." The mother marched behind Mazin with a smile on her dry lips, and looked over his head at her son and the flag.

Everywhere, around her, was the sparkle of fresh young cheerful faces, the glimmer of many-colored eyes; and at the head of all--her son and Andrey.