The Revolutionist

The Revolutionist.

The Revolutionist.

In Our Time Chapter VIII

At two o’clock in the morning two Hunga­rians got into a cigar store at Fifteenth Street and Grand Avenue. Drevitts and Boyle drove up from the Fifteenth Street police station in a Ford. The Hungarians were backing their wagon out of an alley. Boyle shot one off the seat of the wagon and one out of the wagonbox. Drevitts got frightened when he found they were both dead. “Hell, Jimmy,” he said, “you oughtn’t to have done it. There’s liable to be a hell of a lot of trouble.”

“They’re crooks, ain’t they?” said Boyle. “They’re wops, ain’t they? Who the hell is going to make any trouble?”

“That’s all right maybe this time,” said Drev­itts, “but how did you know they were wops when you bumped them off?”

“Wops,” said Boyle, “I can tell wops a mile off.”

 The Revolutionist By Ernest Hemingway

In 1919 he was traveling on the railroads in Italy, carrying a square of oilcloth from the headquarters of the party written in indelible pencil and saying here was a comrade who had suffered very much under the Whites in Budapest and requesting comrades to aid him in any way. He used this instead of a ticket. He was very shy and quite young and the train men passed him on from one crew to another. He had no money, and they fed him behind the counter in railway eating houses.

He was delighted with Italy. It was a beautiful country, he said. The people were all kind. He had been in many towns, walked much, and seen many pictures. Giotto, Masaccio, and Piero della Francesca he bought reproductions of and carried them wrapped in a copy of Avanti. Mantegna he did not like.

He reported at Bologna, and I took him with me up into the Romagna where it was necessary I go to see a man. We had a good trip together. It was early September and the country was pleasant. He was a Magyar, a very nice boy and very shy. Horthy’s men had done some bad things to him. He talked about it a little. In spite of Hungary, he believed altogether in the world revolution.

“But how is the movement going in Italy?” he asked.

“Very badly,” I said.

“But it will go better,” he said. “You have everything here. It is the one country that everyone is sure of. It will be the starting point of everything.”

I did not say anything.

At Bologna he said good-bye to us to go on the train to Milano and then to Aosta to walk over the pass into Switzerland. I spoke to him about the Mantegnas in Milano. “No,” he said, very shyly, he did not like Mantegna. I wrote out for him where to eat in Milano and the addresses of comrades. He thanked me very much, but his mind was already looking forward to walking over the pass. He was very eager to walk over the pass while the weather held good. He loved the mountains in the autumn. The last I heard of him the Swiss had him in jail near Sion.

The Revolutionist Ernest Hemingway :Notes

Even though this story takes place after World War I is over, political battles are still occurring. “

The Revolutionist” documents the continued battles of the Communists. 

They believed that the workers would unite against the bourgeoisie and take back the power of the state.

Through this story, then, Hemingway shows the continued political pressure in Europe.

Plus, this young Hungarian shows what such turmoil can do for young people. Like many of the soldiers in World War I, this young man is traveling with a purpose. Yet, he cannot help but fall in love with the country that he ends up in. The American soldiers in World War I did the same thing.

Many had never traveled before, and this war, though gruesome, let them see amazing sights abroad. Krebs from the previous story, did not want to leave Europe once the war was over. Hemingway uses this story to express, then, that young men in the war suffered atrocities but also brought home memories of the beauty of the artwork and landscape of Europe.