I hate the Communist Party chapter 26

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“The guest is here, please come in.”

When Sergei opened the door, what he saw was a flat waiting room without a receptionist, and the door of a room presumably with a lawyer.

The lawyer shouted to see if Yongkedo knew that a guest was coming from the room, and told him to come in even though the door was closed.

As soon as Sergei opened the door to the lawyer’s office, what caught my eye was a man with little hair sitting over the bookshelf and over a small desk.

When he beckoned to sit on the chair he had prepared for his clients, Sergei sat on a chair that looked small compared to his farm-trained body.

“What are you doing? Arguments with landlords who take outrageous profits? Or are you a worker who hasn’t been paid for his work? Just say anything. Consultation and defense are free, so do not bear any burden.”

The lawyer, who is still called Ulyanov, said whether he had prepared this meeting in advance. By first mentioning the problems that most of the people who come to his office face, he seemed to be trying to build an intimacy with the conversation partner.

Sergei seemed to be confused in the flood of words. For more than 30 years, he said that when Bunge served as Minister of Finance, the minimum wage he could receive according to the labor law revised in 1886. I couldn’t understand legal terms like tax at all.

“I came to this place because I wanted to know about the will of the people. Remember Alexander Ulyanov!”

Sergei, who felt that he would have to listen to the other party’s light all night after staying there, shouted, interrupting his words. Feeling burdened by the fact that a farmer himself was a lawyer-he didn’t know well, but like a high man-he closed his eyes tightly.

As the teacher in the village told me, he said he would know who sent him by saying his brother’s name, but Sergei began to worry when Lenin said nothing.

“…You weren’t a guest. No, in some way, it can be said that he is a true guest.”

It was Lenin’s softly changed voice that heard him in his ears, thinking that even a fire spirit would fall. Until now, it was the voice of the way to entertain the client, but now it seems to be the attitude that comes from dealing with a friend or coworker who shares values ​​with him.

“It would be nice to talk while drinking anything. car? Or is it a bit early, but vodka?”

“Please give me vodka.”

Mendeleev had not yet set a standard frequency of 40 degrees for vodka, so the alcohol content on the vodka that Lenin took out was marked at 35 degrees.

“Okay, looking at your outfit, you don’t seem to be a college student, and are you the one working at the mill located here?”

“no. I am a farmer who was farming in a village further south, not here.”

“Ah! You are a farmer. Tribute to the myriads of people who sustain this corrupt empire at the lowest point no one knows about. And curse those who exploit and oppress them. Can you tell me how you got here?”

“My daughter is dead.”

Sergei began to explain why he came to this place. For him, with a short circumference, he was worried about whether he explained his story properly, but fortunately Lenin seemed to understand Sergei’s crude but honest words.

When he finished speaking, Lenin comforted Sergei, stealing tears with a handkerchief next to him.

“I express my condolences for such a thing. I can also guess how great the pain the teacher has from the one who lost my brother by the oppressors.”

When he finished speaking, Lenin quickly poured the cup he was holding into his throat and continued.

“Vodka may in some way be a blessing and a curse for us living in this rough land. Drinking a glass of vodka before going home after hard work or sitting at a small table in the house will give you the strength to survive tomorrow.”

Lenin said, looking at Sergei after filling the empty glass he drank with vodka.

“But it’s just a pain reliever. I have to do the same hard work tomorrow and nothing fundamentally changes. Besides, if you think that my children and their children will live comforting themselves with a glass of vodka like me, this Russian Empire is something very wrong.”

He poured the glass he had just filled on the floor and pulled out a book that had been hidden in the desk drawer.

“I already know the pain and doubts of the teacher. And the answer is written in this book.”

“The…what is that book?”

Sergei, who was overwhelmed by a man before her eyes, was stuttering without knowing. Obviously, in terms of physical abilities, he had the confidence to overpower him in less than 10 seconds, but Lenin, who was speaking without speaking, looked three times larger than he actually was.

The vodka in Sergei’s hand listening to him was the same as Lenin first poured.

“Have you ever heard of Georgi Plehanov?”

The farmer blushed, ashamed of his ignorance. He was confident in answering questions about the difference between wheat and oats, and when to sow seeds and what to do in what month, but the answer to Lenin’s question was hard to guess.

“I’m embarrassed to hear it for the first time.”

“Oh, sorry. I wasn’t considerate of you. He is a prophet who speaks of the future to come, and a teacher who tells the path of this decaying empire. I also opened my closed eyes after hearing his books and theories.”

Lenin put his hand on the book Sergei had asked and answered the question he had just asked.

“Did you ask what this book is? This book was written by a man named Marx in the past. It is a devastating criticism of the social structure of capitalism and a book that gives us a glimpse into the ideal society to come. I will soon be leaving for Western Europe to meet Mr. Plekhanov, an expert in Marxism. And it would be great if the teacher would be with you on that path.”

“I am very honored to have invited me on that journey. Thank you very much.”

Lenin, in Sergei’s eyes, is now beginning to appear as a leader who will lead his life, not just a lawyer. Upon hearing his reply, Lenin smiled as if satisfied, refilled his cup and offered a toast.

“Then we are now our colleagues and brothers on the same path. We will go on until that day when we put an end to cruel oppression. Let’s make a toast in commemoration of those who have already gone first. For them.”

Creak creak creak

They heard a sound when they stepped on a thin wooden board in their ears as they tried to toast as they thought about the future. It was also much sharper than the sound of a normal adult stepping on it, so it seemed that people who were large or heavily armed came to the office.

It wasn’t just one or two as I guessed it from the sound.

Lenin asked Sergei, erasing the laughter he had just made.

“Do you have any companions?”

Sergei could not adapt to the rapidly changing atmosphere and asked him back.

“A companion?”

“Oh stupid! You didn’t even know there was a trail…”

Lenin’s words were interrupted by a voice heard outside the door.

“There is someone who wants to see you, Mr. Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov. It would be better to come out quietly than to shoot each other tired, what do you think? Well, choice is the teacher’s freedom, but I wouldn’t make any stupid choices.”

The innocent farmer couldn’t figure out what was going on right now. The attorney teacher, who was not so kind until now, had a face like a demon that seemed to be his fault, and the voice from outside the door was overwhelming.

Lenin pulled out the pistol from the desk drawer, checked the bullet, and immediately put the pistol back into the drawer, as if giving up.

“Eat firmly with your heart. They’ll try to conjure you, but remember the heart when you came here.”

“Who are you talking about them?”

Lenin, still worthy of the title of a lawyer rather than a revolutionary, stubbornly captured the fear of all revolutionaries and the name of the main enemy.

“Ohrana.”

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After writing a letter to Ludwig Nobel, I found the subject of some of the reports I had put off for a while.

[Suggestion to the Russian Imperial Navy trapped in a bottle locked with a cork called the Black Sea]

To put it simply, it was to develop the Kola Peninsula and build a port and a city there. It was a very fascinating story, as there is a floating port like Severomorsk, which is the home port of the future Russian northern fleet including Normansk.

‘However, it is also a plan that cannot be realized at this time.’

The reason why this plan could not be started at this point was simple, even if the capital and manpower to be put in to realize this report were excluded.

‘I have an attitude of being friendly to the UK at best, but they don’t have to do anything that’s frothy and seizure. Until now.’

In addition, considering that the railway was opened on the Kola Peninsula in 1915, and the region itself is a Kanchon village that takes a lot of time to develop, it was necessary to take a strategy of selection and concentration.

‘In addition, taking into account that conservative nobles are holding meetings centered on the chief of staff, it is first to take countermeasures.’

In the last conversation, Chief of Staff Povedonoschev showed an attitude that he would watch for a while, but recently, as I made a move to prepare for reforms in the general part of the society, as I was gradually less prosperous, I changed the attitude that I had been watching and waited for. The spy came in that it had begun to collect.

‘Fortunately, I don’t know how grateful it is because you gathered in one place to save me the trouble of cleaning one by one.’

They would think I couldn’t easily ignore or overlook the voice of the conservatives if they were united, but I was aware of the very big mistake they made last time by the head of them.

‘Pobedonoschev, you were too intoxicated with the position of chief of staff. I’m looking forward to seeing you again.’

I heard the voice of the deputy from outside the door as I was preparing a plan to blow away the central points of those who were hindering the reform.

“My Majesty, I have something to report in a hurry. Can I enter?”

“Make sure you come in.”

The lieutenant who came in with a quick pace approached me with a reminded face and whispered in my ear.

“This is a report from the Black Crow. There was a call that the Majesty had captured the “Volga River Man,” who had ordered an immediate arrest in the event of surveillance and unusual events. It is said that he is being sent to St. Petersburg with an identified farmer who was with him.”

bingo.

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