In the early morning, the prison was still silent.

The sound of leather boots tapping against a marble slab broke the silence. Warden St. Mars is a rare sight to be seen in the Central Prison Complex early in the morning.

He stood at the end of the hallway, turning his head sideways to signal that the guards behind him could do anything.

Then a door opened to wake up Garion, who was still asleep, and the other sleeping prisoners opened their eyes in a daze.

Garian finds DeSami sitting on the bed all the time, eyes wide open, staring at the door, waiting for the judgment of fate.

He rubbed his eyes, and at this moment the prison guards walked in directly, and they stood in front of Desami, and said in a cold tone, "Mr. Desami, I'm sorry, your time is up. ”

Desami looked up at them, smiled slightly, and without hesitation, stood up and stretched out his hand to put on the shackles.

He knew that his life would eventually come to an end, but he did not show any gaffes or panic.

"Lord Desami."

As he was about to step out the door, Garion hesitated and suddenly shouted from behind.

DeSami paused, glanced back at Garion, and whispered to the guards around him, "Wait a minute, I have one last word I want to finish." ”

The prison guards looked at each other for a moment, opened the net, and left him a moment to explain what was going on.

Anyway, a dying person can't turn the wind and waves.

He smiled and said slowly, "Garion, when you sing the Internationale, it reminds me of a man. ”

The middle-aged man seemed to be immersed in the memories of the past, and he said slowly, "At that time, he was standing on a street corner and began to speak to people. In order to make the world a better place, the man kept talking, and at first, everyone listened to his speech. There are still people shouting together, let's fight together! It's just that then everyone loses interest, and for those people, what has become of the country has nothing to do with them. That man's name was Blanqui, and he was our revolutionary leader. ”

But he didn't give up, because Blanqui had no reason to give up fighting. Again, I have no reason to stop fighting. ”

Before stepping out of prison, de Sami said to Garion, "I have staked everything in the French Revolution, and as long as I have purpose and determination, even if I lose my head, I will not lose." ”

As the morning sun gradually rose, the light shining through the gap in the window on Desami's resolute face. His last words, like thunder, fell on Garion's chest.

It fell on the heart of every revolutionary who heard this.

"I hope that one day in the future, the red flower of revolution will burn the whole world."

"Long live the proletarians!"

After speaking, DeSami resolutely stepped out of the threshold of the prison with a resolute look.

At that moment, the silent prison suddenly erupted in loud singing, and the entire corridor echoed with the tune of "The Internationale".

It's like a grand farewell.

The prisoners imprisoned in the prison watched through the doors and windows as they slowly walked through the last passage of their lives, the gallows swaying in the wind, and the light illuminating the dark prison.

Shine a light on those resolute faces.

Shine a light on everyone who seeks the truth.

……

Arise, hungry and cold slaves!

Arise, all the suffering people of the world!

The blood is already boiling.

Fight for the truth!

The old world is in the dark.

Slaves get up, get up!

Don't say we have nothing,

We want to be the masters of the world!

……

St. Maas's face pale as he listened to the chorus again, each lyric like a sword, stabbed in his chest, and worse, he was helpless.

The warden took his pipe and said to himself, "Hey, fortunately, Desami is gone, and whoever dares to be presumptuous next, I want anyone to look good!" ”

Garion watched desami go away, and for a moment he felt lost, as if something had been lost in his soul.

However, this loss was soon dispelled.

Not long after Desami was taken away, the prison door opened again, this time the guards had come looking for him. Two strange prison guards walked up to Garian and handed him the shackles.

"Let's go, Garion, today is your day in court!"

Garion stood up, stretched out his hands, put on his shackles, and prepared to go to the courtroom. He followed the jailer in the direction of the outside of the prison, and he had a vague premonition in his heart that he would never return to this prison full of depression and despair.

At this time, the morning sun had spread over the lawn in the front courtyard of the prison, and the gradually warm wind blew on his cheeks, and Garion, who was standing against the light, half-narrowed his eyes and looked ahead.

It was a gallows, the rope of death swaying gently in the wind, and he saw the prisoners being escorted slowly climbing up the steps towards the end of death, but there was no fear on his face.

Garian slowed down, and he heard a familiar melody.

A melody that calls the people to fight.

He watched as de Sami sang the Internationale as he stood in front of the noose, his expression calm. Even the request to wear a hood was refused.

He was a glorious warrior to die with dignity.

DeSammy's eyes glanced at the lawn, and he saw Garrian being taken away by the prison guards, and nodded at him with a smile as a sign of goodbye.

Who created the human world?

It's our working masses!

Everything belongs to the laborers,

How can there be room for parasites?

The most hateful of those vipers and beasts,

Eaten up our flesh!

When the priest standing nearby asked him what his last words were, DeSami paused and whispered, "Wait until I'm done singing this song." ”

The impassioned singing voice is like a bright morning sun, spreading to every corner.

Once they're gone,

The bright red sun shines all over the world!

This is the last struggle, united to tomorrow,

Internachonel must be realized!

The coda came to an abrupt end.

Squeak.

The planks of the gallows were lowered, and DeSami felt that the whole person was strangled by a huge pulling force, a powerful force bound his neck, and then slowly tightened, about to tear his entire neck directly.

DeSami felt his vision blur as he finally looked at Garion, then slowly closed his eyes.

All to darkness.

Garion only saw the tied body struggle and writhe for a few moments, and then fell silent.

There was only a silent corpse, and there would be no more objections.

Only corpses were left shaking on the gallows, symbolizing the end of a massacre.

The singing of the last sentence still echoed in the air, and then it returned to calm.

For the indifferent priests and prison guards, this was nothing more than an ordinary hanging, like the countless massacres of the executioners before it.

Desami's tragic death left an indelible mark on Garion's heart, and he looked at the brave revolutionaries who walked to the gallows, and silently said in his heart, "Maybe no one knows your name." ”

"But your cause will live on forever."

"Goodbye, Desami."