I hate the Communist Party chapter 32
Livadia, located at the southernmost tip of the Crimean peninsula, where Alexander III resides, shows a climate that suits the time of March in a different sense than what people think of when you think of Russia.
St. Petersburg was still maintaining a chilly wind and temperature even during the middle of the day, but Livadia showed a warm weather that reached 10 degrees in the daytime, except for the fact that the temperature dropped to about 1 degree below zero at night.
The village, which is also the resort of the ruling Romanov family in Russia, seemed peaceful despite having their guests.
After Alexander II built the Bolshoi Palace for a gift to the empress in 1861, this place welcomed members of the imperial family every spring and autumn, and it was also the place where Alexander III’s family stayed before the accident during the last Borki train accident.
Except for the fact that it is an imperial resort, a man stepped into this place that seemed to be peaceful. He was dressed up like a monk, but in some ways he looked like a crow, considered a sign of misery in some countries.
His name is Povedonoschev.
He was the head of the Orthodox Church, which is influencing the general life of the people of the Russian Empire, and was the head of the conservatives who did not appreciate social change.
On February 4, 1945, at the time of the Yalta Conference, where leaders of superpowers gathered to reorganize the world order. Upon arriving at the Livadia Palace where they were staying, the attendant made his heart.
‘Probably, the Crown Prince’s Majesty has arrived in Moscow by now.’
The reason he led Nogu to this place was simple. It was to control the gangsters who tried to overturn the garden they had cultivated by borrowing the authority of the father, by persuading the father who handed over the authority to his son.
‘If we move fast now that your Majesty is away, we will not be able to respond properly.’
In the meantime, the Crown Prince remained in place and could not move, but fortunately, it was a drastic decision made as soon as Nikolai got information that he was visiting Moscow and Tula.
In fact, objectively speaking, his gambling was in a very high win rate. Alexander III, who witnessed with both eyes that Alexander II was dying with arms and legs blown away by the populists, knows that his son’s policies were recklessly changing the policies he had made to the extent that it was suspicious of being influenced by socialists. It didn’t seem to look so good.
‘Besides, it’s been heard that his Majesty is trying to abolish the provisional regulations recently, so you have to inform your Majesty about this.’
The provisional statute of Alexander III was literally ‘provisional statute’ with a three-year deadline, but it is still renewed every three years, making people living in the Russian Empire living under partial martial law.
It was none other than Povedonoschev who drafted the provisional legislation that the current Tsar had to abolish the reform legislation of his father, the Loris-Melikov bill, and to return to reactionary politics again.
And he had no intention of bowing his head to the prince who was moving to gradually erase his influence.
Although he had some pride as a person in charge of education in his childhood, it was essentially the release of a firm conviction that the prince’s behavior was wrong.
‘The state’s sole purpose is to keep the order established through the law and the social structure unchanged and stable, and to seek integration among the subjects. All the factors that hinder this must be eliminated. And the easiest way to achieve this goal is religion.’
According to his conviction, the move to change society was a sin in itself. Even if the movement is something like an industrial revolution or urban growth.
A man of his own faith took a step toward meeting his true monarch.
“Oh, chief of staff. You must have struggled to come this far away. Why did you come from Saint Petersburg to here Livadia?”
Alexander III, whom he met after a long time, seemed to be nothing different from before, but if he carefully looked at his voice and complexion, he could see that his body-gnawing disease was worsening.
“Your Majesty, see you in a long time. Have you been in peace?”
“Heo-huh, I must have had an uncomfortable thing as I stepped back to the second line and sat back here. I’m just doing my best to make up for the time I haven’t spent with the Empress.”
“That’s great. If I knew this would be the case, I would have settled down and returned as a scholar when your Majesty was on vacation.”
“In the beginning, I had a hard time adjusting to this life. The habits I’ve been doing for 10 years don’t go away easily. Still, I’m rather worried that I forgot how to sign documents.”
Alexander III made a joke and laughed. It seemed very happy to meet with a servant who trusted enough to entrust his son’s education. Looking at it, Povedonoschev thought it was time to get to the point.
From the friendly atmosphere of the tsar, he thought his movement was faster than that of the prince.
“Wouldn’t it be better if it were for your Majesty’s health? However, I am worried that what I will tell you from now on will hurt your mind and nerves.”
“What are you talking about?”
“No other than that, an increasing number of nobles have recently expressed anxiety about the appearance of the Crown Prince. In addition to the amendments to the laws your Majesty made, we are trying to change direction too radically for the policy stance that has been maintained until now.”
The chief of staff began to explain to the stubborn Tsar what had happened. It is true that what he showed in the past clearly proves the power of the Crown Prince, but despite his Majesty’s good standing as it is now, he is behaving as if he has been in the position of Tsar. When it was said that he seemed to be deeply impressed, the tsar’s face gradually distorted.
As Alexander III’s expression worsened, the chief of staff sang with joy. Perhaps this was because it seemed to be done more easily than he thought.
“…So I think your Majesty should give you an opinion on your current actions. This is not the opinion of me who was in charge of your Majesty’s teachings in the past, but the opinion of all the nobles who shared your opinion with you.
When he finished speaking, Alexander III seemed to be thinking of something. After a moment of silence, Tsar looked at his most loyal servant.
Various emotions were mixed in his eyes. Regret, disappointment, anger and regret, looking back on the past years, the head of the Jongmu thought that the release of these emotions appeared as a result of self-confidence for giving power to the Crown Prince so lightly and quickly.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“It can be said that your relationship with me is also long. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“As you know, the relationship between you, who served as a law professor at Moscow University, and our Romanov imperial family, has to be traced not only to me, but also to my father, Alexander II. And I think you are well aware that my trust and trust were the basis for your rise to this position as the Shin Seong-jong ward. My eldest son, Nikolai, was enough to give you the education of his child.”
“Is there anything, Your Majesty.”
“But why on earth did you do that?”
When words different from expectations came out of the tsar’s mouth, the chief of staff looked up and looked at his lord. In his hand, there was a full text in his hand.
“Have you really presided over the confession to my son Nikolai?”
Upon hearing the words from Alexander III’s mouth, Povedonoschev felt that his legs were almost relaxed.
“Seeing the reaction, it seems to be correct. In fact, I trusted you even when this text came from my son. You, not the other person! Because I didn’t think I didn’t know that someone without clerical status was doing things related to the sacred religion! But dare… dare! Does my son do that while he’s confused?”
“Your Majesty, what the hell is that…”
“When my son was injured in the Far East and attended the service, he stood for more than seven hours despite being in poor condition to fulfill his sacred duty. Are you saying you’ve paid for it this way!”
When Alexander III shouted and checked the contents of the paper thrown at him, the chief of staff felt as if he had been hit with a hammer in his head.
‘…So, I was confused by the injuries to the head and the resulting body fatigue, and the seven hours of worship, so I gave the sacrament of confession to God through him, not as a priest. I also have a clear responsibility, but I take courage and confess to my father. Please, punish this ugly son.’
‘This is… this is ridiculous!’
Povedonoschev, who confirmed what was written there, shouted like a seizure.
“sire! Not this! This is not true!”
“If so, tell me with your mouth. Didn’t you really proceed to confess to my son?”
The chief of staff tried to make an excuse, but felt that the horse was not coming out as if it was stuck in his throat. Even though lies were mixed, it was true that he proceeded with the sacrament without qualifications for the prince.
The emperor’s face, looking at him who couldn’t answer, was the appearance of imposing the death penalty on the populists, rather than meeting the person he had met in a long time. As if reading the judgment, the emperor spoke in a firm tone.
“Actually, I was counting on you until you came here today. At least I thought I would give an explanation for this full text. If so, I was going to bury this. But I am so disappointed that I tried to frame my son in this way and cover up his faults.”
“I hate to hear it. I would like to punish you myself, but it would be better for my son, who suffered the most from this, to decide what to do with you. Go back to St. Petersburg right now and wait for the punishment of the rightful Russian imperial heir.”
With these words, Alexander III left the parlor, leaving behind the stubborn chief of staff, who seemed to have nothing to say.
In fact, it might not have been a big problem if it had been in another country. It was not in the Middle Ages, when religion ruled society, but in the late 19th century.
But this was Russia. A place where religion is still called the pseudo-Medieval state that dominates society, that was all that determined this situation.
In addition, if the Orthodox priesthood learns that he, who has maintained a strict attitude toward religion from the usual times, has committed such an act of supremacy, it is so important that no one can predict what they will do.
‘As soon as this is the case, you must meet your Majesty as quickly as possible.’
It seemed that only Alexander III was still aware of the matter, except for him and the prince, so he left the palace in vain.
Without knowing that Alexander III was watching this, there were actually two chapters from the Crown Prince. One of them had just been thrown at the chief of staff, but the other had a slightly different description.
‘Please help me to fulfill the ideals Grandpa and Prince Alexandrovich had, Father.’
Alexander III, who had seen his brother from Nikolai the other day, made a pledge when he came to the Livadia Palace here. Although he couldn’t protect neither his brother nor his father, he was determined to protect his son at all costs.
And this was the greatest gift he could give to his son, who felt he was getting worse and worse.
Alexander III was confident in his health enough to be called by the nickname Hercules, but in recent years the word death was often conjured up. That’s why he thought he might have been pushing the chief of staff more exaggeratedly.
‘In a way, it may not be me who knows my father’s heart the best, son. That’s all I can do. You have to keep in mind that everything will depend on what you do in the future.’
Alexander III quickly turned his back as he watched the head of the staff move away. I thought I needed alcohol tonight.
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