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consisting of a father, his wife, and two children—one a girl of nine or so and the other a boy of about five. They cowered in terror and shame. The float immediately behind was strewn with flowers. In the center was a raised throne on which sat a boy of about twelve, smiling, laughing and bowing from side to side. The first float was greeted by the crowd with hissing and imprecations, the second with wild cheers.
    “Who are they?” asked Peter. “Those are kulaks in the cage,” answered Edith. “Kulaks?” “Yes; people with a capitalist mentality.” “What have they done?” “Held back grain.” “All of them?” “The father, anyhow. The rest ate more than their quota of potatoes from their collective farm.” “How do the authorities know?” “He confessed.” “Voluntarily?” “Not till the boy in the back float reported everything to the security police. That is why everyone is cheering the boy.” “Who is he?” “He’s the kulak’s oldest son.” A pause. “What will happen to the family?” “They are to be guillotined at three this afternoon—like that other family after last year’s parade.” “All of them?” “Of course.” “What did the wife and children do?” “They ate the potatoes. Besides, they didn’t report him....
    Didn’t you read all about it in the New Truth? ”
    Next came row upon row of marching children, mainly about eight or nine years old, carrying huge bouquets of pink and blue flowers.
    “The Young Pioneers!” shouted Edith. “The most honored youngsters of Moscow!”
    “What did they do to distinguish themselves?” “Most of them also reported treachery by their parents—but the kulak family you just saw must have been the worst case.”
    “That’s why the boy was selected for chief honors?”
    Edith nodded.
    The parade was at an end. The bands stopped, and silence fell.
    Stalenin arose. He stood for a time motionless, amid deafening bravos from the crowd. Then he raised his hand for silence, and began to speak.
    He spoke of the glories of Wonworld, of the incredible progress made, of the launching of the new Five-Year Plan. He cited statistics, statistics of everything, revealing the magnificent progress made in the past twelve months over the twelve months preceding. But—and here he paused significantly—he deeply regretted to have to report that one or two lines of production had not met their quotas; and that in one or two others, quality was defective. To what could this be attributed? Only to one thing: to saboteurs, to traitors, to still uneradicated traces of capitalist mentality.
    (Denunciations of the traitors from the crowd.)
    They were a very small percentage, these traitors, Stalenin continued, but the future of Wonworld could not be secure until they were utterly stamped out. (Cheers.) And (with a smile) he thought he knew how to stamp them out. (Cheers and laughter.) The comrades must have noticed, by a float in the parade, how a few of them had been uncovered and were going to be dealt with as an example at three o’clock that afternoon. (More cheers and laughter.)
    But then Stalenin paused a moment, and his expression assumed a more serious cast. He had a very important announcement to make. The cares and responsibilities of his office had been mounting; the demands on his time were staggering; to meet them he had to make still further sacrifices. The people must have noted that his public appearances had become rarer. This had been simply the result of increasing demands on his energies in more important directions. He had to make a decision, and he had now made it. This would probably be his last public appearance. He would not preside hereafter even at the May Day exercises.
    Shouts of “No, no!”
    Stalenin raised his hand. He was not deserting them: he had made this decision only in order that he might serve them still more intensely in other ways. He must hereafter leave the laying of cornerstones and the making of