In such an atmosphere of friendship, Marx was strapped for money but left his comrades in difficulty or sick at home

In Marx's house, there was an atmosphere of genuine friendship, and friends and comrades came here and were always welcomed. Although Marx himself was poor, he often left his friends or sick comrades in financial difficulties at home, took care of them, and shared the last piece of bread with them. These people often live for months at a time, and John Georg Ekarius is one of them. Lin's sister Marianne also lived in their home for a few years.

During these years, the regular visitor to Marx's house was William Liebknecht. The two families live just a few streets apart. The kids especially loved this guest. When he had no money at all, he ate at Marx's house, but when Marx's children could not eat bread and milk, he also supported them.

None of the old comrades of the Communist League who took refuge in London lived in abundance. Whether it was Friedrich Lesner, Johann Georg Ekarius, Karl Pfende, Georg Lochner, or Karl Schapel, who had been reuniting with Marx since 1856, were struggling for their own lives. But they were all united with each other, and they were all welcome guests of Marx's house. William Wolfer, who teaches for a living in Manchester, and Scester Drenker, who does business in Liverpool, also maintain close friendships with the editor-in-chief of The New Inn, with whom they used to work.

Although they all deeply felt the pain of exile, they did not bow their heads, but were witty and humorous, and talked and laughed. Even they sometimes joke with great interest. William Liebknecht mentioned such a farce in the late fifties.

He said: "One evening Edgar Powell (whom he had known marx when he was in Berlin, and who had not yet turned his face to Marx in the case of the Holy Family, whom marx had written in criticism of) came into the city from Highgate's secluded residence and asked Marx to go on a drinking trip with me. However, between Oxford Street and Hampsted Road, there are many small hotels. It is difficult to meet every hotel to go in and drink a little, even if it is only a very small amount.

However, we set out boldly and made it to the end of Todenhamcott Road. There was a loud singing voice in a hotel there. When we inquired, we knew that it was a banquet being held by members of the Charity Society, a group that financed patients and handled funerals for free across the UK. We entered the door with a few of the people who had come to the banquet, and they immediately invited us foreigners to a house with the hospitality of the English. ”

The room soon began to argue loudly and passionately, and someone was holding out a fist to hit someone, so Marx, Liebknecht, and Powell had to "retreat on an improvised basis, albeit a little awkwardly."

As soon as they reached the street, in order to calm their anger a little, they began to walk a long distance. But not again. It was the middle of the night, their shouts and pranks.

"Caught the attention of one policeman, who decisively and quickly sent a signal to other police officers in the area. Their call back soon rang. The situation is critical. We looked at the surrounding terrain and thankfully the area was familiar. We rushed in front, and three or four policemen came from behind from a distance. Marx's quick movements were very unexpected to me. After a few minutes of running like this, we turned into a cross-street and crossed a 'boulevard', and the police could not see us, so we went around behind them, and finally got out of danger. They didn't write down our physical features, they couldn't find out, so we stopped making trouble, and each of us went back to their homes... When I woke up the next morning, it was noon, I was so happy that I was in my room, not in the London police station with Edgar Powell, a member of the Holy Family, and Marx, the future author of Capital. After that, whenever we think about that night adventure, we always have to laugh. ”

(Gemkov's "Marx" reading notes)