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One
would
take
a
drink
and
then
shout
,
‘
Viva
la
Anarquia
!
’
lying
on
his
back
and
shouting
as
though
he
were
a
madman
.
He
had
a
red
-
and
-
black
handkerchief
around
his
neck
.
The
other
shouted
,
‘
Viva
la
Libertad
!
’
and
kicked
his
feet
in
the
air
and
then
bellowed
,
‘
Viva
la
Libertad
’
again
.
He
had
a
red
-
and
-
black
handkerchief
too
and
he
waved
it
in
one
hand
and
waved
the
bottle
with
the
other
.
"
A
peasant
who
had
left
the
lines
and
now
stood
in
the
shade
of
the
arcade
looked
at
them
in
disgust
and
said
,
‘
They
should
shout
,
"
Long
live
drunkenness
.
"
That
’
s
all
they
believe
in
.
’
"
‘
They
don
’
t
believe
even
in
that
,
’
another
peasant
said
.
‘
Those
neither
understand
nor
believe
in
anything
.
’
"
Just
then
,
one
of
the
drunkards
got
to
his
feet
and
raised
both
arms
with
his
fists
clenched
over
his
head
and
shouted
,
‘
Long
live
Anarchy
and
Liberty
and
I
obscenity
in
the
milk
of
the
Republic
!
’
"
The
other
drunkard
who
was
still
lying
on
his
back
,
took
hold
of
the
ankle
of
the
drunkard
who
was
shouting
and
rolled
over
,
so
that
the
shouting
drunkard
fell
with
him
,
and
they
rolled
over
together
and
then
sat
up
and
the
one
who
had
pulled
the
other
down
put
his
arm
around
the
shouter
’
s
neck
and
then
handed
the
shouter
a
bottle
and
kissed
the
red
-
and
-
black
handkerchief
he
wore
and
they
both
drank
together
.
"
Just
then
,
a
yelling
went
up
from
the
lines
and
,
looking
up
the
arcade
,
I
could
not
see
who
it
was
that
was
coming
out
because
the
man
’
s
head
did
not
show
above
the
heads
of
those
crowded
about
the
door
of
the
Ayuntamiento
.
All
I
could
see
was
that
some
one
was
being
pushed
out
by
Pablo
and
Cuatro
Dedos
with
their
shotguns
but
I
could
not
see
who
it
was
and
I
moved
on
close
toward
the
lines
where
they
were
packed
against
the
door
to
try
to
see
.
"
There
was
much
pushing
now
and
the
chairs
and
the
tables
of
the
fascists
’
café
had
been
overturned
except
for
one
table
on
which
a
drunkard
was
lying
with
his
head
hanging
down
and
his
mouth
open
and
I
picked
up
a
chair
and
set
it
against
one
of
the
pillars
and
mounted
on
it
so
that
I
could
see
over
the
heads
of
the
crowd
.
"
The
man
who
was
being
pushed
out
by
Pablo
and
Cuatro
Dedos
was
Don
Anastasio
Rivas
,
who
was
an
undoubted
fascist
and
the
fattest
man
in
the
town
.
He
was
a
grain
buyer
and
the
agent
for
several
insurance
companies
and
he
also
loaned
money
at
high
rates
of
interest
.
Standing
on
the
chair
,
I
saw
him
walk
down
the
steps
and
toward
the
lines
,
his
fat
neck
bulging
over
the
back
of
the
collar
band
of
his
shirt
,
and
his
bald
head
shining
in
the
sun
,
but
he
never
entered
them
because
there
was
a
shout
,
not
as
of
different
men
shouting
,
but
of
all
of
them
.
It
was
an
ugly
noise
and
was
the
cry
of
the
drunken
lines
all
yelling
together
and
the
lines
broke
with
the
rush
of
men
toward
him
and
I
saw
Don
Anastasio
throw
himself
down
with
his
hands
over
his
head
and
then
you
could
not
see
him
for
the
men
piled
on
top
of
him
.
And
when
the
men
got
up
from
him
,
Don
Anastasio
was
dead
from
his
head
being
beaten
against
the
stone
flags
of
the
paving
of
the
arcade
and
there
were
no
more
lines
but
only
a
mob
.
"
‘
We
’
re
going
in
,
’
they
commenced
to
shout
.
‘
We
’
re
going
in
after
them
.
’
"
‘
He
’
s
too
heavy
to
carry
,
’
a
man
kicked
at
the
body
of
Don
Anastasio
,
who
was
lying
there
on
his
face
.
‘
Let
him
stay
there
.
’
