I hate the Communist Party chapter 110
Chapter 42—Man’s Temperature
‘It’s dirty and cold.’
Even today, Perchenko, who had been busy walking to the factory before sunrise, complained about leaving a single room that was warmer than outside, although it was cold.
Working hours were reduced and salaries increased slightly compared to before when I went out to work while watching the morning stars and came back looking at the night sky, but most of the workers were still working more than 10 hours a day.
Of course this 10 hours did not include meal time.
The words spoken by those who are a little knowledgeable in the factory say that mealtimes-at least lunchtime-will be included in working hours sooner or later, but to Perchenko, who is still struggling to read, it was like a story of a runaway.
‘But I can read and write my name and the names of my family members.’
It was thanks to the education in the factory that he made this level of progress in the dark eyes where he didn’t even know the letters.
As part of a nationwide campaign to eradicate illiteracy, schools that had originally belonged to the parish in each region were being replaced by Gestbo.
What was taught by the parish school was excellent for fostering loyalty to the tsar, but literally only that.
There were also things prepared for adults who weren’t in school, and it was thanks to the letter education at the factory that Perchenko got out of the dark.
Gemstbona, college students who had time, were entrusted and paid a certain salary and were teaching the letters to the workers.
In his honest heart, it would be better to hold a cigarette, a cup of tea, or even a brief eye contact during that time than to take a few breaks and get a letter education.
‘However, I listen to it with gratitude every day as it is said that it began with the heart of His Majesty, who himself looked over us. I’ve never complained about doing something useless to your Majesty.’
Perchenko hurried to his feet, swallowing up excuses he didn’t know to whom. This is because if it was late again, I had to pay late fees.
He said he had raised his salary a little, but if he was paid a fine, the thickness of the bread that he put in his mouth might be thin enough to reflect on his face regardless of the taste every morning.
It was the price of bread that has remained in place even in the process of rising prices since the currency reform that took place a while ago, but I didn’t know that it would be difficult to eat oat bread with no taste if the financial situation was bad because of the late cost.
Fortunately for him, he managed to get there at the last minute.
A man approached him next to Perchenko, sitting in the seat assigned to him and stealing the sweat from the cold winter days.
“Oh, I thought it was too late today, but it arrived in time. You should use the accommodation like me. Then there is nothing to be late to.”
The accommodation the man is talking about was not the dormitory like these days.
“Hey, Ibnenko, there are two things that I can never give in, the most important of which is vodka, and then a soft bed. If I had to pay late, I would never sleep in a coffin like you do.”
“The coffin is so bad. This is a definite accommodation.”
In this era, the lodgings provided by Russian factories were literally wooden boxes that looked like coffins attached to each other.
It was to ensure that the maximum number of people stayed in a small space, but if you hear it, you will be asked who will live there, but a quarter of the people working in this factory stayed in the dormitory.
The two didn’t know that this was also a development from what the capitalists were originally trying to provide, but the original plan was to let them sleep by hanging on a string that connects the wall to the wall rather than a wooden box that could be loosened.
Emmanuel Nobel, a member of the Labor Reform Commission who accepted it, wrote a flag and opposed it and changed it into the same way as it is, but in the process, let’s put aside for a moment that he regretted why he accepted the Prince’s proposal in the past.
“Besides, if you stay at the dorm, the breakfast meal is free. You’re in a hurry to come out this morning, and you’ve probably only chewed on bread at best. Where can you eat and work like that? Did I eat hot soup with tea as well today?”
“Okay, so you don’t know what’s in it, so you don’t know what’s in it, so the ingredients are all sloppy, and you’re talking about a tea that’s brewed with something other than tea leaves in a little soup? Today lunch must be the same as the breakfast you ate.”
Emmanuel Nobel inserted a phrase saying that breakfast should be served at the factory while drafting a labor law related to accommodation, but the level was not set, so it varied widely from factory to factory.
Still, the meals served at the factories where Perchenko and Ibnenko worked were very good.
In one factory, it was common to provide only plain water for sawdust bread.
The surprising fact was that this situation was far better than the original working environment.
It doesn’t deduct the cost of meals from the salary, and although it is a hostel on the same level as the building, the heating was working well.
“Now, everyone says to stop talking and start working. So that we can produce up to the target quantity today.”
“It’s starting today. I’ll see you later at lunch.”
“Yes, I hope that you will be careful of accidents and you will be able to spend today safely.”
The two of them shut their mouths and started teasing their hands, as if when they did so, at the yells of the head of the work group that were heard without fail today.
As in the past, there was no such thing as assaulting a worker he didn’t like, but in any case, if he hated him, his life in the future would suffer.
‘If you do something that goes against the rules for no reason and you accumulate penalties, you will be reduced immediately.
The regulations referred to here meant that in addition to the basic regulations distributed by the Labor Reform Commission, each factory was added in a way that did not violate the law.
Inhumane regulations such as restroom control and drinking water control were removed, but they still remained a target of fear to workers.
‘The bullets will be pouring in soon, so I need to release my body in advance.’
The factory they work in was an ammunition factory with rimless ammunition production facilities imported from the United States a while ago. Petchenko’s job was to pick out defective products.
Originally, the entrance of this factory to Moscow, centered on light industry, contained the breath of the prince.
This is because it was a large city close to Tula Arsenal, which is evaluated as having the most outstanding ability in the Russian Empire at this time.
Of course, it was unreasonable to say that the factory was installed in the southern suburbs of Moscow to narrow the distance to the arsenal at least a little, but due to the symbol of the city of Moscow, the name of the factory was the first Moscow ammunition factory.
It was a monumental factory that fired a flag for the domestic production of new ammunition to replace the old ammunition for a single-shot rifle, but for Perchenko it was just a place to give money to his family and money to live on.
Whenever I have a chance, the heads of the crew and high-ranking people came to me and told me to take pride in the fact that you were standing at the forefront of building a powerful Russian empire, but it was a phrase that did not reach him as a simple worker.
However, he knew that his Majesty had a lot of influence in making this factory here, so he was grateful for him, but it was still a difficult concept for him to say what is the future of the country.
The only idea he knew was what he called statism, which the teacher referred to during his learning time.
This idea, as simple as nationalism, was easy to accept even by illiterate workers. All you need to know is that everyone who is loyal to the Tsar and who is committed to Russia is Russian.
‘Ike, it’s started.’
While thinking differently for a moment, Perchenko’s hand began to get busy as a colleague, who was in charge of moving and packing bullets in front of him, poured out the bullets that had been stored in a wooden box.
This is because we had to move constantly in order to meet the quota that the head of the task force said earlier.
And Perchenko loved this moment.
This is because I was able to focus on the task in front of my eyes as soon as I kept picking and choosing small items that I was wondering if this brass color would really take a person’s life.
‘This is a bad warhead, this is okay, this is… … .’
When he worked like that, it was his daily routine to find lunch time and then work again after a short break.
“Now, let’s stop what everyone is doing and eat. People who want to drink coffee, not tea, talk in advance.”
The influence of the prince was not limited to the working environment.
The coffee craze that started with bureaucrats in St. Petersburg was now spreading throughout Russian society.
Originally, it was Russia, which could be said to be a tea culture, but as it was said that coffee is helping to recover from fatigue, such factories were also offering tea and coffee at the same time.
Of course, as officials drink, it wasn’t made with coffee beans alone, but with various other ingredients in the beans.
As Perchenko expected, it was a small chunk of cheese and a little bit of butter added to the meal Ibnenko had for breakfast. Sometimes lunch served with a loaf of sausage or ham, but today wasn’t the lucky day.
Since there is no separate restaurant, Ibnenko came next to Perchenko, who was trying to return to his seat after receiving food.
“Look, I said? Today lunch will be the same.”
“It’s always like I did something great but. By the way, are there less defective products today?”
Perchenko replied, whipping the soup he had put in his mouth.
“I think today is on the same level as yesterday. If there aren’t any more problems, I think I can fill the quota he said.”
“okay? That’s fortunate. Because of the penalties received when the quota was not met last time, if the penalties came out today, the salary would be reduced.”
Ibnenko sighed of relief. Responsibility for a production line that was not performing well was to be held by the head of the workshop in charge of it, so they were also desperate to meet their monthly quotas.
This type of structure in which field managers are disadvantaged is something that needs to be improved because it is going to work badly for workers, but it still took more time to improve.
The working environment in Russia still has a long way to go.
“By the way, have you already eaten it?”
Perchenko asked, puzzledly, wiping the soup left in the bowl with the last piece of bread.
Obviously, the speed of his friend’s meal was similar to his own, but nothing was held in the hand of the friend who visited him.
To his question, Ibnenko replied with a cool look.
“No, that’s true, there’s a new recruit today, and he doesn’t seem to be 16 years old even looking at Amman.”
“I think I remember my brother in my hometown again. Now eat this one.”
Perchenko offered the bread from the soup to Ibnenko. This kind-hearted friend often gave up his meals whenever young-looking kids came in as new members.
“Lunch time is over! Everyone go back to their seats!”
As soon as Ibnenko accepted the bread served by Perchenko with a nice face, the reminder to resume work was telling them that their lives were not easy.
However, although sometimes reality shows only the cold truth and smiles cynically, wouldn’t it be okay for people in similar circumstances to comfort each other and lean on them so that they do not fall?
No matter how cold the season gets, the temperature of a person was always 36.5 degrees.
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