The first update

The warm spring wind blew the hustle and bustle of the street through the glass windows into the quiet room. What the young man said just now was like a tsunami in his mind, and everything he wanted to say was rolled up, leaving only a blank space in his thoughts.

The sponge sucks up the mind.

He couldn't figure out what the person in front of him was? Could it really be the poet who wrote the "Answer" on the wall?

Blanqui's face turned pale, and he asked cautiously, "Are you a revolutionary?" ”

"It's not."

"Republicans?"

"Not really."

Blanqui's blue color became embarrassed, and he asked rhetorically, "It can't be royalists, Orleanists, or Bonapartists, right?" If so, there's no reason for you to save me. ”

Garion finished nibbling on the bread in his hand, and he picked up his steaming coffee and took a sip. The bitterness and fragrance instantly washed away the tiredness of staying up late, and he rubbed his bloodshot eyes, shook his head impatiently, and denied Blanqui's last answer.

"It's not."

He has no interest in the political factions of France, so should he tell the man in front of him that he is the successor of communism that he has been waiting for more than twenty years?

Garion put down the cup, clasped his hands over his chest, and calmly replied to him, "I'm just making a historical choice. With the development of science and technology, feudal society replaced slave society, capitalism replaced feudalism, and the prosperity of the Second Empire was only the afterglow of the end. Even though Napoleon, who claimed to be emperor, conquered most of Europe, he eventually fell to the sword of the anti-French alliance. Louis Bonaparte proudly held the sword of France high, and thought that he would end up overthrowing in the future? ”

Garion walked up to the door and slowly opened the door in the hallway, he turned to Blanqui behind him and said, "I know you have doubts, although your injuries are not healed, if you want to leave, I will not stop you." But I would like to remind you from the bottom of my heart, now that the streets and alleys are all your wanted warrants, even if you can hide, how far can you hide? ”

"Don't worry, I can land in more places than you think. I have dedicated most of my life to the revolution, and I will never go wrong again. ”

Garian's rhetorical question made Blanqui clench his fists, and he looked at the young man in front of him, momentarily at a loss.

After hesitating for a moment, he shifted his steps and walked slowly in the direction of the door.

Labor pains came from his arm, and the stitched wounds told him that he wasn't at the point where he could do what he wanted. Blanqui gritted his teeth and endured the pain, gripped the doorknob,

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and he turned his head and asked, "I know the answer." ”

"Oh?"

Garian held his chin and didn't speak, listening to him continue.

"You write a line in your poem that even if there are a thousand challengers under your feet, then count me as the thousandth and onest. Since you don't agree with us, what do you think of our revolution? ”

With a complicated look on his face, Garion got up and walked over to the bookshelf, took out a copy of the Communist Manifesto, hesitated for a moment, and then turned and threw it to the other party.

"The answers are written here."

The book arced through mid-air and fell into Blanqui's hands,

He took the book suspiciously, only glanced at the cover, tugged at the corners of his mouth with disdain, and threw it on the ground.

Syllable.

The sound of books falling to the ground is particularly harsh in the quiet room.

Blanqui frowned, he didn't expect much from Garian anymore.

"I never believed in the Communist Manifesto."

"That's your answer? What a disappointment for me. ”

Garion looked at the middle-aged man with an "expected" look, and said with a sigh, "Sure enough, it's someone who inherited the conspiracy tradition of Babeuf and Bonnarroti, maybe you didn't think about why you kept failing, right?" ”

The last thought of saving Paris had been shattered, and he no longer had any thoughts about Blanqui.

Blanqui retorted firmly, "No, we'll make it." As long as you overthrow the authorities through a riot, everything will follow naturally, and you will not be the one who moves. ”

Even after spending most of his life in prison, there are still certain people who believe that the only way out is to lead the revolution through the elites.

It is impossible to rely on the spontaneous actions of the broad masses of the population, who can only wait for the moment when a strong opponent makes a mistake.

The last person Garion saw who was still so persistent in prison for most of his life was Mandela.

Organize a relatively small, centralist and hierarchical elite to stage an uprising, advocating a violent revolution and the overthrow of bourgeois rule by the conspiracy of a few revolutionaries, in order to replace the capitalist state with the revolutionary dictatorship of a few.

Blanqui believed that the long period of enslavement of class society and religion had prevented the majority of the people from recognizing their true interests, and therefore he opposed the immediate universal suffrage, but waited until the people had been re-educated for a long time under the conditions of their dictatorship.

He forgets, however, that the reactionaries lurking in the ranks of the masses will not give the elite a chance at all, that the revolutionaries can exploit the masses, and that so can they, and that the end result will be tilted in favor of the Jacobin reign of terror.

Ten years ago, Marx and Engels opposed the conspiracy of the "revolutionary alchemists" who tried to artificially pre-create the process of revolutionary development, and held that the proletarian movement was the conscious and independent movement of the overwhelming majority of the people.

It was just Blanqui's stubbornness and conditionality that ruined France's only revolution that came close to success.

Although Blanqui admires Garrian's spirit of defiance, the conversation between the two ends, and they go their separate ways.

Blanqui opened the half-closed door and stepped out of the room. The empty and quiet corridor reminded him of "1984" after a few glances, the bleak and silent, dictatorial and cold world.

An eternally bleak future.

Still, Blanqui was determined to awaken those who were sleeping in the darkness, even as a pioneer.

Garion stood behind him, calmly watching the back of the silently departing figure.

The figure paused, but he still said one last hello.

"Goodbye, Mr. Garion. Hopefully, the next time we meet will be when the revolution succeeds. ”

"Good luck, Mr. Blanqui."

Before he stepped through the door, Garion waved his hand one last and whispered, "Go, may you have a safe journey, the bridges are strong, and the tunnels are bright." ”