I Became Stalin chapter 296
I became Stalin chapter 296
Epilogue 1: 20th National Convention
Khrushchev was sweating profusely from his bare forehead.
“Comrade General, can I really do this?”
“Am I no longer the secretary?”
He will probably call me Secretary until the day I die, but Khrushchev closed his eyes tightly and nodded.
“Okay, clerk… no, huh… Comrade Stalin.”
“Isn’t it better to call him Comrade Stalin, preferably Comrade Zhugashvili?”
Now I officially do not hold any titles in the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. He also resigned the position of secretary-general and, to a lesser extent, the chair of the Council of Ministers of the Soviet Union, the nominal head of state.
I have now just returned to Josip Besarionovich Dzhugashvili, an old member of the Communist Party.
Stalin was literally a symbol of Soviet power. As long as I let go of that power, I am no longer Stalin.
Zhugashvili, Zhugashvili. Khrushchev rolled the unfamiliar name a few times in his mouth and then nodded.
“Next, Comrade Nikita Khrushchev will read the opening remarks of the 20th National Congress. All party members, please stand up and welcome Comrade Khrushchev!”
“Come and do well.”
“… Thank you. s… Comrade Zhugashvili.”
Tock tock tock.
A new Soviet power took the stage. After some degree of crackdown, people stood out when they saw Khrushchev ascending to read the opening remarks.
But no one dared to oppose the heir chosen by Stalin, the self-sacrificing leader. I can’t say it’s really good though.
“Dear Soviet people! And fellow Communist Party members! Today we are gathered here to reorganize the Soviet system ahead of a new era.”
As the enthusiastic applause subsided, Khrushchev began to recite the opening remarks he had prepared.
The 20th National Congress was literally a place to elect the leaders and officers of the party. Preparing for a new era by electing new party leaders, namely the general secretary and members of the Politburo.
But in the Soviet Union, the party’s shift in power meant a little more. In the dictatorship of the proletariat, the party was the government. In Western terms, the party secretary was just the head of the party, but in the Soviet Union, he is the de facto head of state, so this seat could also be seen as a place where general and presidential elections are held together.
“previously… We have gone through many hardships together to get to this point. Let’s make a brief silence for the seniors and comrades of the Party who went first.”
People bowed their heads in unison as the International Street was flowing low. Few senior party members remained in this position. It was all sent to Stalin’s hands.
Every meal order was covered with careful consideration. You may not notice it now, but you may notice it as Khrushchev undergoes a gradual de-Stalinization.
“In my opening remarks here, I would like to suggest the way forward for our Soviet Union and socialist communities around the world.”
The lights went out, and a spotlight fell on Khrushchev. The image started to appear on the screen located behind the stage.
By this time, perhaps even the dullest would have realized that the next powerful person was Khrushchev. How dare you say that you are the Communist Party of the Soviet Union and that you are suggesting a path for the world socialist forces! To do that, it was possible to at least be the next secretary-general.
[Three… two… one… ]
[Kyak Luck Kyaek Ruck]
In the video that started coming out after the countdown, children were running around with wide smiles on the green hill.
Children of various skin colors and ages ran running against the blue sky with white clouds in the background. On top of that, the faces of a “model Soviet family” smiling happily were superimposed, and workers, soldiers, and peasants smiling wildly passed by.
“Socialism must not only liberate the proletariat from the bourgeois exploiters, but it must also provide the people with a substantially better life than bourgeois democracy. Here, I would like to suggest the course that the Communist Party of the Soviet Union will take.”
Doo doo doo doo bang!
Magnificent background music resounded, the videos of people laughing disappeared, and a single sentence appeared on the screen.
“Socialism with a Human Face”
“Prosperity for the people! Freedom for society! Peace to the world! Soviet, wow! wow! Whoa!”
“Wow! wow! Whoa!”
* * *
“Be well. everyone.”
“… Comrade Jugashvili!”
“Comrade Khrushchev will also work hard in the future, so I wish you all the best.”
How beautiful is the back of the person who knows when to leave?
At the end of the 20th National Congress, where the “Socialism with a Human Face” line was announced and the post of general secretary was transferred from Stalin to Khrushchev, I chose to leave.
Not simply leaving power, but leaving the USSR.
“Oh, are you here? Stalin!”
“nice to meet you! nice to meet you. Meeting like this… Second time!”
And a friendly face who came to greet me at the airport. Meanwhile, there was Wallace, whose face was darkened with the sun’s rays.
Wallace took seriously my suggestion about building a house. He founded an organization called Habitat for Humanity with the farm and family he had inherited, and was running a house-building business in underdeveloped and poor places around the world.
I also decided to participate in the project as a donor and volunteer.
“I am… Please call me by my real name, Zhugashvili, instead of Stalin.”
“Is that good? Anyway… let’s go!”
Wallace looked much happier now than he was when he was president. Maybe it was better for him to be a “ex-president” from the start than to become president. It would have been impossible for MacArthur to have imagined that he was self-righteous and had a clear division of my side, but he was a person who could symbolize American morality.
Who was the partner that the Soviet Union was promoting now, such as anti-discrimination, gender equality, and world peace?
Anyway, the plane that had brought Wallace started slowly taking off. As the Politburo waving towards me began to shrink to the size of a dot, and the beautiful Moscow began to appear smaller and smaller, Wallace spoke up.
“No, but is it really possible?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Of course we are going to build a house! I know because I’ve done it, but it’s usually not that hard! Ha ha ha ha ha, s… No, an older person like Comrade Zhugashvili… .”
Jokes like an old friend, Wallace giggles, saying it would be quite difficult to build a house like mine.
“Hoo… Let’s go and see. Let me show you what the people’s Stakhanov movement is.”
“Yes? Ha ha ha ha ha!”
The plane turned and started heading south. To the continent of tears that the colonial powers ripped to pieces, yours and mine, the continent of tears they fought.
‘By the way, Dr. Schweitzer must still be alive… .’
I’ve been wanting to meet you once. I also wanted to know what it meant to devote my life like that.
But what’s even better is that, in this world, West Africa has become a little more livable thanks to the Communist Party taking power in France and letting go of colonies? South Africa, where England, Portugal, and Belgium fight to the end, is still a hell of a place.
“Right now, the Habitat movement is running a house-building project in 16 countries around the world. We would like to expand further, but there is no shortage of funds or other resources.”
“Is that so?”
it should be The UN’s finances were not so prosperous thanks to Mr. Mac Mo, who frowns about his status as a permanent member of the Board of Directors but forgets the UN contribution. How many other businesses are going on there!
The eradication of smallpox, polio, leprosy and malaria was literally the largest war ever fought by mankind. Regional clinics established from Arkhangelsk in the White Sea to the Strait of Magellan in the southernmost part of South America immediately reported disease outbreaks to the WHO central in Geneva through a designated reporting system.
It cost hundreds of millions of dollars just to train, deploy, and compile the necessary personnel. In any case, once we find an outbreak of a disease like this, our strategy was to eradicate it by inoculating it and blocking the transmission as if it were a siege and annihilation from the edge of the epidemic area, as in actual history.
For the first time in human history, disease has been eradicated from this planet! How historic is this?
The WHO seemed to want to get things done as quickly as possible, even for propaganda. Our Soviet Union also cooperated to raise our name as the number one contributor. So, relatively “less important” and “less tidbits” like the Habitat project are inevitably pushed down.
“However, thanks to the president’s efficient handling of affairs, we are making money with insufficient funds.”
“Yes? Wasn’t the governor Mr. Wallace himself?”
“No, was there something that Comrade Zhugashvili did not know? Ha ha ha ha ha!”
Are you the governor? Who can be president of a former president who poured all his fortune on?
But the question could soon be resolved.
“… I was going to introduce myself, sir. You are hitting players.”
“I’m sorry, Marshall. Ha ha ha ha ha!”
A skinny body and a croaking voice like a crow. Ex-US Field Marshal George Marshall, who was waiting in the corner of the plane I thought no one was there, sighed and stood up and reached out to me.
“Nice to meet you, Comrade Stalin.”
“It’s surprising… Marshall Marshall.”
“Not Marshal Marshall… Just call me George.”
Marshall laughed bitterly. After being ousted by MacArthur, he no longer wanted to be called a Field Marshal of the United States.
“Then call me Joseph. Heh heh heh.”
“Is everyone doing this except me? Then call me Henry and George… .”
“no. Mr Wallis. I want you to call me Governor Marshall.”
👌👌👌 Wallace giggled as he bit his tongue.
“By the way, the heroes of the last Daejeon have gathered like this again. Aren’t you actually the war chiefs of the US and the USSR?”
Yeah. Just having Marshall makes me feel like I have gained thousands and thousands of horses.
The person who built the fraudulent supply and logistics system of the United States that has been passed down to the present day. The man who turned from less than 200,000 mercenaries into a large army with 8 million troops and more than 60,000 tanks. Behind every victories was Marshall, just as there was a smooth supply.
“character… Then we go to fight. George, it would be great if you could take over our rear.”
“Yes? What are you fighting?”
“Isn’t that, of course, the poverty and despair that are rampant in this world?”
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