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Volume 3 Far East Story Chapter 413 Don¡¯t bow to reality

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    July 13, 1918 19:30 Moscow Kremlin

    "Report! Comrade Ulyanov, Comrade Maxim Gorky has come to see you and is waiting in your office. Should you tell him to go back first or invite him here?" Vasily, captain of Ulyanov's guard  Report outside the conference room door.

    Ulyanov was circling in the conference room with his hands behind his back, surrounded by several Central Committee members with deep frowns, including Kamenev, Zinoviev, Bukharin, and Dzerzhinsky.  Trotsky went to the telecommunications room again. Although the Allied Radio in Ufa had been contacted, there was no reply from the other party. This made the members of the Soviet Central Committee here feel a little confused.  Up eight and down.

    "Maxim? Ask him to come here Oh No, no, I'd better go back to the office to see him." Ulyanov was stunned, wondering why Maxim, an old friend of the Bolsheviks, was here today.  .

    Since the Bolsheviks dispersed the democratically elected Constituent Assembly in January of this year during the bloody events in Petrograd, a large number of intellectuals and artists who originally sympathized with and supported the Bolshevik movement have become deeply disappointed with the revolution and have gradually become alienated. Maxi  Although M. Gorky was an old friend of Ulyanov and had campaigned for the cause of the Bolsheviks, after the bloodshed in January, Gorky almost broke with the Bolsheviks.

    "I'll come as soon as I go, Dzerzhinsky. You must tell me as soon as possible when there is a response from the Ufa coalition By the way Do you know why Maxim came to me today? Cheka  You haven't arrested any professors or intellectuals who are close to Maxim these days, right?" Ulyanov walked out the door and turned back to ask Dzerzhinsky halfway.

    "I don't know. The Cheka's anti-revolutionary work has been going on. It is the decision of the Central Committee of the Soviet Union to cleanly eliminate our enemies hidden within us. It is also your personal decision to ruthlessly attack the Left Socialist Revolutionary Party and the Mensheviks.  The command.

    Of course, according to your order, our people did not touch Maxim himself, but many of his colleagues and students are left-wing Socialist Revolutionaries and Mensheviks. We will never show mercy to those who should be suppressed. This matter  You know!" Dzerzhinsky said a little guilty.

    "What I'm asking is, have you arrested any of Maxim's old acquaintances or anything in the past two days?" Ulyanov frowned.

    "There will definitely be none in the past two days, I can guarantee that!" Dzerzhinsky stood at attention and said.

    With confidence in his heart, Ulyanov hurried out and saw his guard captain Vasily still waiting at the door. However, with such little effort, the tall Vasily actually fell asleep while standing on the corridor.  Fortunately, the young man was very alert and woke up immediately when he heard the sound of the door opening.

    "Comrade Ulyanov, I'm back. Maxim Gorky has been waiting in your office for a long time. He couldn't even blast him away, so I had to call you for him!" Vasily's eyes were sunken and his face was pale. It was obvious that  Lack of sleep and malnutrition made me look a little thin and out of shape.

    "You're back. Why are you so thin? Did you get all the food? Was it safe along the way?" Ulyanov shook hands with his guard captain tightly, then put his arm around Vasily's shoulders and walked toward the corridor.  On the other side, he turned to his office and asked with concern.

    "Almost all the grain in the Volga River Basin was harvested by the Southern Front. This time we went to Tsaritsyn and only dug out 15,000 tons of wheat from Comrade Joseph. They were all transported to Moscow by train. The journey was not bad.  , The Don River Cossack White Guards seem to have lost their vitality after being repulsed last time, and it is estimated that they will not be able to make a comeback for a while!" Vasily said beside Ulyanov while rubbing his face to dispel the fatigue.

    "Only 15,000 tons of wheat? This is not enough. There are at least 3 million people in Moscow and its surrounding suburbs. The current food reserves are only enough for one week. Only 5 kilograms of grain are distributed to each person on average from 15,000 tons.  , Two weeks of rations are not enough!" Ulyanov stopped and looked at Vasily seriously.

    "There is no way. Part of the food collected by Comrade Joseph Tsaritsyn was taken away by the Tenth Army before. It was said that it was going to the right bank of the Volga River to reinforce the Eastern Front. I don't know how the Battle of Ufa went I  I heard some rumors spreading in Moscow as soon as I got off the train!" Vasily explained helplessly, spreading his hands.

    "Rumors, what rumors? Are all the Chekas sleeping? There must be martial law in Moscow. Any guy wandering the streets who dares to spread rumors will be arrested, severely interrogated, and asked to reveal their sources and accomplices. They should be shot.  There will be no mercy. Revolution is a life-and-death struggle. Revolution is not a dinner party. Any tolerance we show to the enemy today will become a noose around our necks tomorrow!"

    Ulyanov waved his fist at his guards.? roared, and the sound resounded through the corridors of the Kremlin. Fortunately, the guards on duty were all looking intently and did not hear it. Although this corridor was brightly lit at the moment, it was the main office of the Soviet Central Committee, and there were not many people.  The rest of the crowd is waiting to hear.

    "This Comrade Ulyanov, I don't know where the rumor came from. It seems that the Red Army was defeated on the right bank of the Volga River. Tukhachevsky's Southern Group was completely wiped out. Yego  Rove is also missing, and he said that Kolchak will soon cross the Volga River and go straight to Moscow. Of course, this is all rumors, and I personally will not believe it!

    Vasilka stood at attention, reported in a low voice the contents of the rumors he had heard, and said that he absolutely did not believe these rumors!  Under Ulyanov's sharp eyes, the captain of the guard, who usually had the trust of Comrade Chairman, felt a chill run down his spine under this look.

    "Just don't believe it! Never believe the enemy's propaganda. You must have 100% confidence in our cause. Vasily, you are too tired from this trip to Tsaritsyn. So, you go find Kamenev  , just say it was me who said it, martial law will begin in Moscow at night from now on!

    Ask the garrison and the Cheka to step up the investigation of suspicious persons, and arrest all hostile elements who spread false remarks and rumors. Our food is not used to feed these enemies who have sneaked into Moscow!  Do you understand? Then you go home and have a good sleep. Look how thin you have become, huh.  .  .  this.  .  .  Take this!  "

    As he spoke, Ulyanov rummaged around on his body, and finally took out a piece of roasted corn from his pocket. He didn't know how many days he had been carrying it here, and stuffed it into Vasily.  In his hand, he said, "I ate this on the way back. You are not allowed to give it to others. You must eat it yourself. I will bring you something else back in two days. I have a small appetite!"

    Vasily¡¯s eyes turned red and he almost shed tears. He pushed back but couldn¡¯t resist Ulyanov, so he had to hold it tightly in his hands, saluted again with a snap, and said in a hoarse voice,

    "I understand. After conveying the order, I will go home and sleep. I will destroy this corn on the way and don't give it to others!"

    "Ha, this is my good boy! Go, go!" Ulyanov watched Vasily salute and then returned to the large conference room. He sighed, turned and walked to his office. The problem of food once again  It made him feel that there was nothing he could do. Damn it, why did the Germans have so much food, and why didn't the Ufa Allied Forces lack food?  But we in Soviet Russia can¡¯t find food anywhere!

    "Maxim, my old friend, you are finally willing to visit me! I'm so happy! Come on, sit here, guard, guard, give Maxim a cup of tea! Have you had dinner?  Maxim Gorky, my old friend!¡±

    Ulyanov entered his office with a cheerful face. He hugged Maxim Gorky, who was anxiously waiting in the office, and hugged him tightly. He then asked him to sit down quickly and told the door  The guards outside served Comrade Gorky tea.

    "Comrade Ulyanov, I won't come to you if it's not an urgent matter. Just an hour ago, the Cheka arrested my landlord Vasily Kanzinsky and his family, saying that they were spreading rumors about the empire -  They are bourgeois spies sent by communism, traitors and traitors. I just came to you and asked you to do a favor and release them no matter what. If you delay any longer, I'm afraid they might be shot overnight!  "

    The tall Alexei Maximovich Pishkov was born in 1868. This year is the fiftieth birthday of this Russian self-taught writer. Before the October Revolution, he was a loyal friend of Comrade Ulyanov.  Partners and old friends, but their opposition to the October Revolution caused a huge rift in the friendship between the two for more than ten years.

    The landmark event was that on the eve of the October Revolution, members of the Soviet Central Committee Kamenev and Zinoviev announced their resignation from the Bolshevik Central Committee because they opposed the holding of an armed uprising, and published a statement in the non-party newspaper "New Life"  , which in fact revealed to the bourgeois Provisional Government and Kerensky the secret of the Bolsheviks' armed uprising.

    The editor-in-chief of this "New Life" is Comrade Ulyanov's old friend Alexei Maximovich Pishkov. Of course, since 1892, people are more familiar with the  It's his pen name: Gorky, and people often call him Maxim Gorky.

    The only reason Maxim Gorky opposed the October Revolution was that, like Kamenev and Zinoviev, he was worried that if the armed uprising failed, it would destroy the strength accumulated by the Bolsheviks since the 1905 revolution, and many people might  There is no time or patience to wait for the next twelve years.

    Immediately after the Russian October Revolution, Gorky organized a series of associations to prevent the decline of science and culture that he feared. The purpose of the "Committee for Improving the Living Standards of Scholars" was to protect particularly privileged students.??It was founded by intellectuals who were threatened by hunger, cold and political uncertainty.  He organized the "New Life" newspaper to oppose Ulyanov's "Pravda" and to oppose "lynchings" and "the poison of power".

    Gorky's landlord was Vasily Kanjinsky, professor of the Department of Fine Arts of Moscow State University. This guy was two years older than Gorky. Although he studied law and economics at Moscow University in his early years, he later went to Munich to study painting.  He returned to Moscow after the May Revolution and worked as a professor at the Department of Fine Arts of Moscow State University. Unexpectedly, the Cheka broke into the house this afternoon and arrested him!

    "Vasily Kanjinsky? Is that your landlord Vasily Kanjinsky who paints abstract art all day long? Don't tell me in a hurry. I remember you said that the things he painted are out of touch with reality. Most people can't see it."  Don't you understand? Why were you arrested? "Ulyanov pushed Gorky to sit on the sofa and took the tea cup from the guard and put it in the writer's hand.

    "The charge? It's nothing more than traitors, traitors, sympathizers with the Left Socialist Revolutionaries and the Mensheviks, and a bunch of failed remarks and rumors. Comrade Ulyanov, I know Vasily Kanzinsky. He is a great Russian painter and artist.  Although I can¡¯t quite understand his paintings, the hearts and souls of writers and artists are connected, and my landlord Kanzinski is definitely not a bad person! Please order the Cheka to let him go!¡±

    Maxim Gorky has high cheekbones and a broad but thin face. The big beard on his lips trembled with his voice, and he was obviously worried.

    "Don't worry, Alexey Maximovich, real gold is not afraid of fire. As long as your landlord does nothing that violates Soviet laws, there will be no problem. Sooner or later, he will be released, but the Cheka's suppression of counter-revolutionaries  Work has its own set of procedures. As the chairman of the Central Committee, I can't interfere. So, I'll ask Dzerzhinsky later to see if there is such a thing. If nothing happens, I will give the order.  Release! What do you think?"

    While dealing with Gorky, Ulyanov picked up his tea cup from the table and took a sip. He found that the taste was not right. He looked down and saw that it was not tea but milk. The little leader couldn't help but frowned and pressed  I turned off the call bell on my desk.

    At this time, Gorky couldn't help but stand up from the sofa to speak. Ulyanov waved his hand to signal him to wait, and then a guard in military uniform quickly appeared at the door, "Comrade Chairman, what are your orders?"

    "Why is there milk in my tea cup? The people of Moscow and Russia are starving. Didn't I already say that all the milk rationed by all Kremlin staff should be given to the children in the nursery?  No one is allowed to be an exception, why is there milk in my cup again? What's going on?" Ulyanov shouted with a livid face as he knocked on the teapot in his hand.
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