I hate the Communist Party chapter 42

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The way back to the residence was a journey where freedom was limited rather than when I first went for a walk. It was because the principal of St. Paul’s school welcomed me, and as a result of practicing the students, the fact that I came to Odessa spread to some extent.

Still in the provinces, terrorism against aristocrats and high-ranking officials by anti-government forces often occurred, so it was unavoidable if I was considering my comfort.

“On my way back, I wanted to walk the Richelieu Stairs¹ myself, but it was a pity.”

On the way, Viktor, who heard what I said on the way back in the carriage with the guards sent from the city hall, looked at my face and said that the principal was sorry.

“It seems that the friend’s efforts, which he tried to show his Majesty, would be counterproductive. I just hope that the protection of the saints will come to the principal.”

“Sometimes you show me the nakedly that you consider me too vile. Do I seem to be the kind of person who gets angry with this one?”

This was possible because Viktor had a high level of skill in completing the last Lenin-related work and his ability to handle the work he had done so far.

Of course, despite these differences in status, comfortable relationships with each other were not common to some extent, but it was the result of Viktor’s unique smirk and the perception of modern people in the 21st century remaining in my way of thinking.

Moreover, even if I did this, I couldn’t ignore the stress relief through this relationship. The state that everyone around you is a servant or an enemy will put a tremendous burden on people’s psychology.

“This unfaithful servant has again rude your Majesty. Please forgive me with a generous heart.”

“I don’t even ask for sin anymore.”

Luckily, after arriving at the official residence without doing anything else, I made a major revision to the speech I will be speaking at this evening’s event.

It wasn’t a long time since I was able to organize my thoughts through meetings that had already happened in the afternoon, so I had enough time to put on the conquest and trim my hair.

When I arrived at school, the children who handed me flowers and a military band greeted me.

The children’s modest behavior and one expression, as fixed with a smiling face, seemed to tell us what kind of effort they had made during the two days.

‘I remember the inauguration ceremony of the division leader.’

After a moment of thought, a conversation with the principal who seemed to have been waiting for my visit was waiting.

“Glory to the Russian Empire! It is an indescribable honor to have your Majesty’s visit to our school. A welcome event will also be held at the place where the students gather, so I will take you there.”

“I want to say that I really appreciate the undeserved hospitality. When I see the students behaving, it seems to show how much they practiced. Should I say it’s like a well-trained soldier? It would have been a lot of trouble to prepare my visit to this extent.”

“Hahaha, of course it was just something to do. I’m more happy to hear you like it.”

In order to be seen by high people, the appearance of suffering the lower people was rather showing up in the 19th century. The system of status system was still firmly maintained.

But what he overlooked was that he didn’t know that I didn’t like events like this very much.

I said, looking at the principal showing a different laughter than the ones the students were making.

“No, I was saying that the students must have suffered a lot. I would have practiced a lot if the younger students were still moving this much.”

“What do you mean by that…”

As if I felt a sense of incongruity in my words, the principal blurred the horsetail. In fact, the perception I have was rather close to a minority in the present age.

Right now, in Britain alone, it was only 50 years since children’s mining labor was banned.

As the perception of children = labor is still dominant in rural Russia, the students here are in a blessed environment rather than the majority of children.

“It means that students are better suited to look like a student than to look like a soldier.”

As I passed the principal thinking of the meaning of what I said and climbed to the pulpit at the place where students were gathered, the surroundings became calm.

The moment everyone was silent waiting for me to open their mouths, a sound close to a child’s scream broke the silence.

“uh!”

“What, who are you?”

“Quiet!”

The protagonist of the noise was none other than Broncitein, who was talking with me this afternoon alone.

When I learned that I was the prince, who thought I had nothing to do, I seemed to be astonished without my knowledge.

As evidence, it could be confirmed that the right hand was raised to the shoulder position. Apparently, right before he pointed at me, it seemed that he stopped with his instinct, not his head.

“Is it broncitein? He pretended to pretend to be handsome, and then what is that?”

Somehow, the children around us didn’t seem to be very aware of our dear little friend.

I could see the boy fading away with his face turned red when he heard the sound coming from around him.

It was fun to see the Principal’s face distorted after the disturbance that took place before I started speaking, but I decided to stop giving Broncitein from being deceived.

If he was wrong, the only thing I had to do was not tell him who he was.

“Nice to meet you, everyone. I am Nikolai, Prince of the Russian Empire, the country in which you live.”

Teachers and other adults who heard the beginning of the speech looked surprised. Perhaps because the tone was too polite.

It would not have been heard by the prince, who is not an ordinary nobleman, to those who are also mixed with children of ordinary commoners.

Fortunately, as the attention of those who listened to me was focused on me, the arrow-like eyes that poured out on our poor Broncitein disappeared.

I confirmed that the boy who was bowing his head looked at me again and continued.

“There will be many people wondering why I came here from Odessa to school, not a factory or a port. The reason is simple. Because you are the precious people who will support our future Russian Empire. Some may say this. If children are allowed to jump into industrial or agricultural fields, the production might double. However, this is just a shortsighted perspective.”

I paused for a moment, drank a sip of water on the podium, looked around, and continued.

“Because you have endless possibilities. What a great loss if someone who can invent a machine that can double productivity in the future with proper training loses its potential through simple labor. In that sense, I decided to visit a school that is the forefront of the educational field, although factories, farms, ports that import and export goods, and train stations that transport these goods are very important to the present Russian Empire Will.”

When I finished speaking, applause burst out. However, few of the students were applauding sincerely because they understood and impressed me.

Most of them were just under the control of the teachers who were controlling them.

I raised my hand to respond, and when the audience became quiet, I started talking about what I was really prepared to say today.

“But, this is not the only reason that made me come here. I think the dark side of our Russian Empire today should also be known to you who will help shape this society in the future. Have you ever known or heard the word pogrom?”

When I brought out the word pogrom, the rest of the people, except for the children who made the expression of knowing nothing, showed momentary flinching.

It was a frenzy that struck here in Odessa right now 11 years ago. They seemed to be those who still remember what happened at the time.

“If you look up the word pogrom in the dictionary, you will find it means persecution. However, the meaning hidden in this word is more insidious than that and contains the truth about what has been done since long ago. Pogrome means violence against a group of Jews.”

I paused for a moment and checked what Broncitane was like. Contrary to what I was worried about, however, I didn’t seem to have been shocked as much as a person whose identity as a Jew didn’t have much since childhood.

“The history of violence is so deep and broad that its roots are hard to find. Of course, it is true that Jews are not very welcome in most countries as well as in Korea. However, I will not justify Pogrom as an excuse for such a thing here today. This is not an opinion alone, but a subject that my father and the chief of staff also share.”

In fact, from April to December 1881, when a large number of pogroms occurred in the southern regions, the father and the chief of staff at the time made an effort to correct it.

Of course, it was not because they were compassionate toward the Jews, but because of the sense of crisis that they did not know when this eruption of violence would turn to the government.

As a result, in the summer, Povedonoschev ordered the priests in the southern provinces to crack down on violence against Jews, and his father also borrowed the words of Ignatiev, the then Minister of Interior, and was one of the causes of Pogrom at the time. He said that the rumors were not true.

“There is no doubt that the Pogrom, which occurred in 1881, was caused by those who were accused of those wicked populists. But is the reason this keeps happening simply because someone buys it or we hate the Jews? I think differently.”

As research into the causes of pogrom in modern times has revealed that a number of complex circumstances have worked, I was going to highlight only one of them today.

Sometimes, rather than conveying the facts as it is, the attitude of choosing and talking about what they needed was also necessary for the ruler.

“I think many of you think that conversations with the Jews are not working properly. It’s not because they have different ways of thinking, but because literally language doesn’t work. It’s been many years since they lived on our land, but the reality is that many of them still speak Yiddish, their language, not Russian.”

In fact, even in a 1897 survey, out of the 5.2 million Jews living in Russia, only 100,000 Russian-speaking people.

“Although even those who live in rent rather than their own homes take it for granted to follow the rules set by the landlord, they are walking along the path of living by keeping their own Sabbath-like tradition rather than thinking of living in harmony with us. Given this situation, one might say that Jews are not us Russians. But this idea is wrong.”

I drank the water again and stopped speaking intentionally.

It was because he knew that speech with a little silence was sometimes more effective than a continuous storm of speech.

“If they live in the Russian land and give loyalty to the tsar, it is because they are also Russians. The Jews are also part of our proud Russian Empire if their actions may be wrong, but if they are loyal to the state and fulfill their duties. And we should be patient and patient as we treat students like you, not violence, and lead assimilation into society.”

What I was talking about was close to nationalism. It could be said that it could be a dangerous idea if it was as runaway as nationalism, but due to the nature of the Russian Empire, this was the only way I could choose.

If we chose nationalism, we had to spit out not only Finland and Poland, but also the Middle East including Central Asia.

‘In addition, a political system such as democracy is a nonsensical option in the light of the current state of the Russian Empire.’

As you said, there is almost no citizen class, which is essential to democracy.

I couldn’t predict the ripple effect when the speech I was making spread out.

This is because it is difficult to predict what to think of this idea not only in the immediate debate among Russian intellectuals, but also in other countries.

But fortunately, I had already put under my control the religious circles and nobles who would react most violently.

“We have to keep going. From that Far East, we will move forward with people from all over Russia, including here in Odessa. If you are loyal to the tsar, you will move forward, maintaining the attitude that that person can be called Russian. No matter what race or religion he has. And you will be on a future mission of quitting the noise behind our path.”

I ended my speech with the above words, but the same applause did not come out. The moment when only silence was flowing.

Clap… Clap… Clap…

Only Broncitane clapping alone among the people standing blankly.

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