Alexander Berkman

Alexander Berkman

Summary

Portrait of Alexander Berkman Alexander Berkman Prison Memoirs of an Anarchist… (1912)

With an aching heart I remember my comrades and friends, and the Girl. More and more my mind dwells upon tender memories. I wake at night with a passionate desire for the sight of a sweet face, the touch of a soft hand. A wild yearning fills me for the women I have known, as they pass in my mind's eye from the time of my early youth to the last kiss of feminine lips.
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Portrait of Alexander Berkman Alexander Berkman Prison Memoirs of an Anarchist… (1912)

The room is chilly in the November dusk, as I return from work and secure my accustomed place. One by one the old habitues drop in, and presently I am in a heated discussion with two Russian refugees at the table opposite. The door opens, and a young woman enters. Well-knit, with the ruddy vigor of youth, she diffuses an atmosphere of strength and vitality.
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