I hate the Communist Party chapter 29

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The road to the prison was quiet. In a way, it could be said that it was desolate. The convoy, which was built to deport only Lenin, consisted of only those who were thoroughly educated not to talk to the prisoners they were taking, and Lenin had little regrets mixing horses with the hounds of power.

Dagdak Dagdak Dagdak

If it was normal, it would have been a train or a river, but this time, it was already about ten days after the prince ordered him to take the prisoner in a wagon and transfer it to the frozen land far from the capital.

At first glance, it might seem that the body was comfortable because it was a journey that was quietly riding in a carriage, but Lenin’s body, moving because he was trapped in a chair without any other cushioning material for more than ten hours a day, remained firm. His only freedom was to set foot on the ground and relax while taking a brief break every two hours or so.

The meals served were to be consumed only in the carriage, and only the view over the grate seemed to comfort Lenin’s current situation.

Even though they were caught watching the carriage while wearing black clothes and riding horses in the gaze of the nature.

Even though it was Lenin, who had to sleep outside in a locked wagon, his mind was clearer than ever. The suffering of the body did not destroy his will and conviction, whether it would cause him physical pain.

Lenin was thinking about the last conversation he had with the prince. Although he was pushed out of the debate at the time he talked in person due to the situation and various factors at the time, the more we look back on it, the more we regret it.

‘It would have been better to have an answer like this.’

However, these questions and answers only lingered in the mind and did not come out in the form of words. In any case, he was in a position of defeat by the oppressors, and the reason he regretted what had gone by in this state was because he thought they wanted more.

‘Although I have been defeated, this is not the defeat of our revolutionaries as a whole. This is not a result of telling us that we cannot win a war that will last for a long time, but a result of falling down in a single, trivial battle. Compared to the countless revolutionary comrades, the country can be said to be very weak.’

Lenin’s thoughts as he took his will in his mind were correct at this point. Now, he was simply a revolutionary that attracted the prince’s interest.

It was also caught by a letter that could be placed directly on the prince’s desk because he was a farmer who had something to do with the prince.

‘This experience may be an opportunity to cultivate my lack of revolutionary spirit and abilities. Everyone knows that it is not that difficult to escape from the Siberian penal colony.’

As he thought, escaping from the Siberian penitentiary wasn’t very difficult in itself. Except for the fact that after that time, the vast, barren, and living creatures live, and you have to navigate through the hostile vast space with your own strength.

‘If you take into account that there are many people like me in tangible places, I will be able to sharpen my thoughts even more while staying there.’

Like ex-convicts who went into prison and lived with the criminals in them and learned criminal skills, the penal colony at that time could be called a Marxist mecca. If I could get there as Dan Lenin thought.

“Ulyanov, it’s a break. To come out.”

Lenin wondered for a moment at the momentary freedom given faster than usual, but soon went out through the open door.

Be grateful for the little. It was a necessary posture when considering the hardships he would face in the future for him, who was punished as a Siberian type.

The scenery I saw outside was different from what I saw through the grate. It is a coniferous forest covered with pure white snow that has nothing different from what was seen through the window through the carriage.

Whenever I stepped on, it was a quiet scene, but it seemed that something touched his heart, which had somehow hardened, to see the space where the curtain of silence fell so that I could not hear even the sound of birds. .

Was that so? It was a party that would not have exchanged any conversation with each other in normal times, but today Lenin first spoke to the man who opened his carriage and prison.

“It’s a good forest.”

“…”

“You don’t want to mix words with me so much? If you don’t like it, quit.”

“I’m glad it’s a good forest.”

It was Lenin, who did not expect a conversation while speaking, but when the words returned, he had no choice but to look back to the person who responded.

“It’s really fortunate that this is a nice forest for you to feel. How about, isn’t this a good place? It is quiet and there is no one.”

Lenin could not immediately answer the words that were thrown at him again. When Lenin turned to the head of the transfer, the muzzle of the pistol in his hand was pointing at him.

After a moment of silence, Lenin barely opened his mouth, which was not easily falling, asking his questions.

“From when?”

Lenin’s voice was dry. Maybe what he said was confirmation, not a question.

“Since you were arrested in Samara’s old office.”

“Then why would you do this troublesome thing?”

At Lenin’s question, the man shrugged and said he was not sure.

“Well, it’s your Majesty’s name, but I have no reason to question or think. Because I am a sword swung by his will and a watchman to the throne in St. Petersburg.”

Lenin suddenly realized that his body was not trembling. He was also vaguely guessing. From the end of the conversation with the Crown Prince, the end of the fate that will come to him.

‘Is it like this in the end?’

I even thought,’Shall I run away?’, but no matter how much I looked around, I couldn’t see a hole to escape. He had shackles on both his hands and feet, and he was surrounded by Ohranas on horseback.

‘Let’s welcome my end as well as my brother.’

“Let’s give it time to pray for the last time. Or do you have anything to leave? Even though whatever you say will not be recorded in the history book, let me remember your last words.”

Prayer? Lenin laughed. For him, a thorough Marxist, religion was like opium. The tools of the rulers to support the contradictory and corrupt system.

“It’s a pity that I couldn’t see the flag of the two-headed eagle dropping down in St. Petersburg, which is like a crow that eats the detestable corpse. Please tell your Majesty that you don’t think you won this war with this. Remember March 13, 1881.”

Seeing Lenin, who was proud to the end, thought that the Ohrana surrounding him were right in the judgment of their lord.

The man standing in front of them was very dangerous. He wasn’t just the brother of a revolutionary who was executed and an inexperienced kid.

Their leader raised his hand when Lenin had finished speaking.

As the gunfire rang out, I didn’t know where I was, but the invisible birds flew up. On a cold winter day, the cries of birds resonated as if they were dissatisfied with the fact that they had to get out of the warm nest and go to the cold sky by noisy humans. It’s like a chant played at a funeral home.

Those who had finished their mission began to finish as ordered by their owners. After completing your work in a quiet and uninhabited place, politely bury it in a place no one knows. Just be careful not to leave any marks or traces.

“Why didn’t your Majesty perform public executions?”

A newcomer who is not yet familiar with his attitude as Ohrana asked Victor, the head of the convoy.

Although retraining was conducted on tools that would normally not be able to grasp the subject, Viktor decided to use patience to resolve his curiosity this time, and decided to share what the prince said to him.

“Your Majesty does not want a martyr.”

Considering the number of newly growing traitors per drop of blood shed by a martyr, public executions could be said to be counterproductive. This is because it could arouse the awakening of potential revolutionaries rather than the fear that instills in the general public.

“That’s why we are here and doing this. Are your questions answered?”

“Yes.”

“Then what are you doing? You, the youngest, should shovel.”

Having left the hardest part of the work on his subordinates, Viktor lit a cigarette and began to imagine what was happening at the hangings by now.

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For Sergei, death wasn’t a very distant friend. Even in the village where he lived, at least 10 people died every year. In addition, he, who had also left his daughter last year, thought he was closer to death than others.

“Hoowook…Hoowook…Hoowook…”

Yes, I thought so. Until he gets on the hanging stand. Even now, when he is closest to the existence of death, he is feeling the most unfamiliar to death.

fear

Until now, only feelings of regret, sadness, and anger were felt when facing death while living, but now only fear filled Sergei’s head and heart.

A few weeks ago, the brave man who had a secret conversation in his barn and who would die for revenge of his daughter, did not exist here.

There was only one man who was crushed and terrified by what had come before his eyes.

Aside from him, the people standing together on the hanging stand were of great variety in status and age.

A college student who was creating and distributing dissident documents, a man who ran a political group that was not legally allowed, and a much younger kid who was unfamiliar with Sergei and committed to the revolution.

At a glance, they seemed to have little in common, but only one was the same. All of them were terrified and regretted the things that had taken place in this position.

Sergey was also regretting his past actions. What was the reason between the death of her daughter and the tsar’s responsibility?

‘Please, God…’

But all he could do was pray to God. When the priest’s confession, the last mercy given to the death row inmates, was over, Sergei was confused that he had confidence in the realm of nothingness.

A space where no sound is heard and nothing is seen

There, Sergei looked back on his life. Sometimes it was fun, sometimes it was painful, but at any moment I felt better than now.

‘Please if a second chance comes to me…’

If such a miracle happened, he would quietly farm and live. It would be nice if I could remarry as a conjunctive company.

“…There is only one punishment that has been imposed on you for the above charges. It is the death penalty.”

The moment the officer who was leading them here ended and the executor tried to pull the lever, the miracle he had hoped for happened.

“stop! Stop execution! His Majesty the Crown Prince has decided to commute them!”

Sergei’s memory of what happened after that did not survive. It was only clear that an incredibly noisy feast of tears took place on the gallows, and that they made the praise of the Crown Prince loud enough for the officer to restrain. As evidence of that, all of the people who were riding in the wagon going to Siberia were resting.

The punishment for those commuted from the death penalty was that they had to complete military service after three years of forced labor in Siberia, but it felt like a blessing to those sitting here.

The feeling of anger that I felt every time I thought of the face of the daughter who remained in Sergei’s mind disappeared as if it had been washed away by water.

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