Without a word you carried your chains because you could not ignore your suffering brothers,
Because you believed that justice is stronger than the sword….
The time will come when your surrendered life will count
That time is near; when tyranny falls the people will rise, great and free!
Farewell, brothers, you chose a noble path,
You are followed by the new and fresh army ready to die and to suffer….
Farewell, brothers, you chose a noble path,
At your grave we swear to fight, to work for freedom and the people’s happiness….
For this did they lie there, the martyrs of March, in their cold Brotherhood Grave on Mars Field; for this thousands and tens of thousands had died in the prisons, in exile, in Siberian mines. It had not come as they expected it would come, nor as the intelligentzia desired it; but it had come—rough, strong, impatient of formulas, contemptuous of sentimentalism; real….
Lenin was reading the Decree on Land: