Added yesterday's third update

The bell of St. Martin's rang on the hour, and a flock of white doves suddenly flashed outside the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows carved with reliefs around it, fluttering towards the blue sky.

It was a breezy afternoon, and someone sat on a bench next to the fountain in Piazza San Marco and sprinkled a handful of bread on the stone pavement.

However, at this time, a great change was brewing in St. Martin's Church.

Garion looked up at the mosaics covering the domed walls and floors of the cathedral, the mosaics revolving around the sermons of the Twelve, the Passion of Christ, the portraits of Christ and the Prophets, and the saints, all covered with a layer of glittering gold leaf, and the golden dome shining on the people inside the church.

Ironically, the church symbolizes theocracy filled with atheists arguing about cutting off the emperor's head, overthrowing the theocracy of the cross, and hanging the damned capitalists.

The dialogue between Gallian and Marx is over, and he stands behind the dark shadows, while Marx stands on the podium and continues to give a debriefing.

Looking at the group of revolutionaries in the audience, Garian had heard a joke about the Left Alliance, one person said that the other left was a traitor to the bourgeoisie, and when others asked why, he replied eloquently: because they never publish articles against other left-wing parties!

For more than half a century, it has not been uncommon for them to be in the same room, emphasizing to each other that they are the only orthodox, and to denounce each other as heretics of the wrong line, more hateful than the damned bourgeois heretics. Of course, there is a moral bottom line than the Shia and Sunni who threw three bombs at each other and feared three attacks.

Only a few far-sighted people, such as Gallian, Marx and Engels, saw the shortcomings of Proudhonism, and this theoretical error could have caused the First International to be betrayed by the capitalists in the ensuing struggle.

Six years later, at the Paris Commune, the silly Proudhonists were betrayed by a group of capitalists, which eventually led to the collapse of the French branch of the First International.

"What a gathering of careerists."

A slightly hoarse voice sounded from behind, and there was helplessness in the tone. Garion turned his head and saw Engels standing behind him, his eyes fixed on the man on the stage.

From Engels' eyes, what Garion saw was admiration and appreciation. These two revolutionary comrades-in-arms have always stood on the same line and have never split their positions.

Garion also sighed and said, "His Excellency Marx is now in a dire situation, with Bakunin, Blanqui, Proudhon and other people who ostensibly support the international conference, but secretly want to turn the international conference into a tool and force against the government, and from the very beginning of its establishment, this organization seems to be in crisis. The burden on his body may be heavy. ”

Although later textbooks praised the importance of the Paris Commune and the First International, they did not talk about the real reasons for their eventual failure, and they regarded them as taboo scandals.

From the very beginning, there was a group of careerists who wanted to seize power, and failure was inevitable.

This is where the importance of the purge comes into play, and the Russian purge may not be the best way to deal with careerists with evil intentions, but it is the most effective way. When they complain in writing about the horrors of the rebellion, they do not talk about what the people who have been purged have done.

"But if people don't unite at the beginning, they will only be broken one by one."

Engels also deeply understood that the First International was born with a sense of helplessness rather than uniting all the forces that could be united.

When the question was discussed and the course of the First International was decided, the whole conference room suddenly erupted into an overwhelming dispute, as if the people who had been negotiating amicably a second ago tore their faces and put forward their own demands.

"I know the need for violent overthrow of the rule, but now the power of the revolutionaries is too weak, and we need to cooperate with the capitalists to overthrow the feudal rule." ”

His statement was approved by a group of Proudhonists, but the representatives of Blanquism at this time burst into different voices.

"No, the capitalists are not comrades in arms who can be trusted, have you forgotten how they treated the rebellious populace during the French Revolution?"

The Chartist looked back and enlisted the support of their allies. He made an impassioned statement.

"Then we will join Congress as a political party and seize power and victory internally."

……

The hall was in chaos, and each faction was trying to impose its will on the entire international conference, and no one would accept anyone's verdict.

At first, everyone communicated in English as equals, but when the argument finally broke out, Garian's ears were filled with a hodgepodge Chinese of German, French, and Russian, which made his ears hurt.

Engels also frowned, he really couldn't bear it. He said to Garion, "The meeting won't be over for a while, so let's go out and leave them here to continue arguing." ”

Garion nodded and followed Engels outside the church. As soon as he pushed the door open, a chill came over his face, and his originally groggy head instantly woke up from the stuffy church.

Garion took a deep breath of cold air and recovered from his dull state, he knew the inner pain of the Marxists in front of him, and he couldn't help but add, "Even if an agreement is reached in the end, how can we ensure that there will be no infighting and mutual conflict within the organization?" How to ensure an efficient and unified execution plan? In the end, will it become a situation where each has its own hill and its own affairs? ”

Engels was speechless when he was refuted by Garion, and these questions were already clear to him, but he kept them in his heart and did not express them.

Now that Garion offered it, he felt like a stone had fallen to the ground in his heart.

"Your Excellency Engels must not be having a good time now, and he finally got a chance, but he is facing an even more difficult predicament."

Engels responded with a helpless smile.

With his back against the marble wall, Garion squinted at the sunlit London, and said calmly, "I think I can help." ”

"Help?"

Engels was stunned for a moment, because he always felt as if he saw a look of ill will in the other party's eyes.

Garion nodded and said, "Yes, help." Since His Excellency Marx is not capable of getting rid of careerists, I have a workable plan. ”

Engelston's eyes lit up.

"But not by political struggle."

"It's by the stick of my pen."

"I'm just a writer, after all."