Little wooden houses, thousands and thousands of them, with a small plot of ground in the rear where a man in the springtime may dig his hands into the soil and say gratefully to God, 'Mine, mine!' I, too, am a Russ.

I thought in the beginning that you would take this country as an example, a government of the people, by the people, for the people.

Wrongs?
Yes.
But day by day these wrongs are being righted.

No lesson in this for Trotzky, a beer-hall orator like yourself.

Ten million men drafted to carry arms.