human
My friend, I said, reaching out my hand,
gpt
Hush, said the Bolshevik.
human
Don't speak! I never saw you in my life.
gpt
Nonsense, I said,
human
I knew you years ago in Canada when you were disguised as a waiter. And you it was who conducted me through Germany two years ago when I made my war visit. You are no more a Bolshevik than I am. You are General Count Boob von Boobenstein.
gpt
Hush! he said.
human
If they learn it, it is death.
gpt
My dear Boob, I said,
human
The true spirit, he said,
gpt
I am sure you do, I answered.
human
But tell me, what is the meaning of all this? Why are you a Bolshevik?
gpt
We all are, said the count, dropping his assumed rough voice, and speaking in a tone of quiet melancholy.
human
It's the only thing to be. But come, he added, getting up from his chair,
gpt
I took you once through Berlin in war time. Let me take you out again and show you Berlin under the Bolsheviks.
human
I shall be only too happy,
gpt
I shall leave my pistols and knives here, said Boobenstein,