18. To Marie Engels, May 23

expelled, or one day he will yet become Pope before you know, and then may a saffron-yellow thunderstorm strike him dead. Dios lo sabe, God knows what will become of Wuppertal. Adios. Yours, expecting a speedy reply or not sending any more poems,

First published in part in Die neue Rundschau, 9. Heft, Berlin, 1913, and in full in the book: F. Engels, Schriften der Frühzeit, Berlin, 1920

Friedrich Engels

Printed according to the original

Published in English for the first time

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TO MARIE ENGELS

IN BARMEN

Bremen, May 23, 1839 Dear Marie,

Now I ride out every Sunday in the country with R. Roth. Last Monday we went to Vegesack and Blumenthal and just when we wanted to have a look at the famous Bremer Schweiz (this is a very small strip of land with small sand-hills), an enormous pall of haze came down like a cloud and in five minutes it was almost quite dark, so that we were unable to enjoy the so-called beautiful view.— But on Whit Monday it is really lively in these parts. Everybody goes out of town and it is I / • cl }k dead quiet in Bremen, but at the town gates you see procession after procession of carriages, riders and walk-ers. And such a dust, it is terrible. For the roads are covered with sand to a depth of half a yard and of course it all goes up into the air. A broker called Jan Krusbecker has just arrived and I'll draw him for you. Jan Krusbecker He looks exactly like this. He has eyes like rockets and an always half-melancholy, half-smiling air. Adieu.

Your brother

Friedrich

First published in the Deutsche Revue, Printed according to the original Stuttgart and Leipzig, Bd. 4, 1920 „ , , , , • ^ ,• , r L *• s r ° Published m English for the first time