(2nd Update)

The most terrible curse circulating within the Soviets is not that you are going to be investigated by the KGB, the Ministry of Internal Affairs, or the Discipline Inspection Commission, but that the guys from the State Propaganda Committee are coming to talk to you. The Tsar Bomba, as the public opinion of the Soviets, began to be reborn from the Yeltsin and Gorbachev incidents, and was no longer a gray cattle in the face of the defeat of the West in the peaceful evolution of the West, but the feared Ula Charging Red Army.

The report on Yeltsin exposed his corrupt side almost in the form of a roadside tabloid, with all the events accompanied by photographs, down to the smallest detail, and even the single-digit decimal places of the aid he received from the United States. It is completely different from the boring, templated news reports before, and it is more persuasive.

From the savior of the country to the clown of everyone's spurning, the free ideas that the Soviets had spent decades painstakingly guarding against were countered with pen and paper by the newly established Soviet Propaganda Department.

Yanayev has more experience than anyone else in seizing the high ground of public opinion, liberalism is not omnipotent, and it will be embarrassing to constantly elevate a certain idea to a high level, and once this kind of doctrine shows a slight irrationality or flaw, then the next collapse will be rapid and terrible. Since you, the Americans, claim that freedom and human rights are the most advanced and rational doctrines in the whole world, then I can likewise cite a thousand negative examples against him.

Yanayev knew that what the Soviet people wanted was to eradicate corruption and improve people's lives, and they did not deliberately oppose communism and pursue freedom and democracy. It's just that some guys with ulterior motives took the interests of the entire country into their pockets under the slogan of overthrowing the Soviets, and then turned the Soviets, which belonged to the people, into an oligarchic Russia.

As for those intellectuals who naively shouted about democracy, and really waited until after the disintegration to find that everything was different from the script they envisioned, they chose to commit suicide and apologize for their crimes. Yanayev has always looked down on this useless coward, who harmed the country during his lifetime, and wants to mourn his glory after death? It's a dream. You people deserve to be crushed by the wheels of history and turned into dust. Let you know what happens when the mantis arm is used as a car.

When Yakovlev went out in the morning to get in line to buy bread, he passed by a newsstand and wanted to buy a newspaper. Just as he was about to pay, he suddenly noticed that something was wrong with the eyes of the people around him staring at him. Yakovlev looked at himself suspiciously in the mirror in front of the newspaper, but found nothing unusual.

When he turned around and was about to pick up the newspaper and leave, he found that even the owner of the newsstand was looking at him with a malicious eye, Yakovlev subconsciously touched his thinning hair and asked, "Comrade, what are you all looking at?" ”

The boss moved his index finger to the newspaper held by Yakovlev, pointed to one of the plates, and then pointed at Yakovlev, and asked in a somewhat unceremonious tone, "Are you from this newspaper?" What is it called? ”

"yes, it's me." When Yakovlev opened the paper, he saw that he had been featured in the front pages of the Moscow Daily, and along with him on the cover of the newspaper, in addition to his old friend Korotich, more than two dozen other journalists, commentators and writers also topped the cover of the newspaper.

The headline of the report was "Heroes of the Soviets, Intellectuals Pleading for a Prohibition", and the government said at the end of the report that it had been paying close attention to the health of the Soviet people and would focus on exploring the feasibility of a resurgence of Prohibition.

It was a joint letter that stirred up the hatred of the people, in which Yakovlev told a lie in which he denounced the drinkers as low and dirty as livestock. They also ridiculed that for the sake of democracy and freedom, these people should be thrown into the coal mines of Siberia, and only the cinders could tolerate the workers and peasants who smelled of alcohol and sourness.

"I really didn't write it, I swear!" Yakovlev said to the old man who had already gotten up and walked out of the newsstand with a sad face, and more and more people on the street recognized the big man and gathered around him, denouncing Yakovlev with great vigour.

"Do you drink? Don't tell me you don't look like a man at all, you don't even drink. If you don't tell you why you're here today, don't even think about getting out of here. A stout man clattered his knuckles as if he were about to beat Yakovlev in the street.

"Wait, it's not what you thought it was, and I don't know what's going on yet." Faced with the aggressive attitude of a group of people, Yakovlev can only be described as red-faced.

"Also, why do you slander us workers and peasants? Do you just rely on yourself to write some articles? I'm sorry, how can people like you help the country and society. They also keep saying that we are sour animals, and I tell you, even if we are taken away by the KGB, we will beat you! The other man had already grabbed Yakovlev by the hem of his shirt, and his other hand was ready to punch him in the face.

At this time, a faint voice in the crowd said, "I am a KGB man, you go on, I will act as if I have seen nothing." When the police came, I just went and explained. ”

So poor Yakovlev was punched and kicked in the midst of popular indignation, and even his glasses were trampled in the push. At this time, he finally understood that the anger of the masses of the people was no less than the suppression of the violent machine. And the most hateful thing is that the executioner who he cursed a thousand times and ten thousand times in the article, when the police of the Ministry of Internal Affairs arrived, they just stood aside and talked and laughed, without the slightest intention of saving him.

It was only then that Yakovlev realized that he was nothing without the protection of law and order. The people, who had been instigated against the Soviets, regarded him as an enemy, and the law enforcement agencies, who had been criticized in defiance of their conscience, chose to stand by and watch the public who had smeared them taste the dictatorship of the people.

When the crowd dispersed, Yakovlev, who was beaten so hard that he couldn't get up, was half-lying on the ground with a snort, cursing a group of mobs in his mouth, cursing the policemen who would not save them when they saw death, and he would definitely make these people look good when he turned around. But Yakovlev, of course, did not know that all this was captured by the KGB with a camera, and the emotional crowd, the police of the Ministry of Internal Affairs who reached out to help, and the beaten Yakovlev lying on the ground with a look of indignation, became the headlines of tomorrow's newspaper.

After being sent to the hospital for treatment, Yakovlev learned that not only did he suffer from the seedlings, but also those public intellectuals who were also slandered as jointly signing the ban on alcohol were also unlucky, either going out to buy things and being splashed with cold water, or being pushed down from behind and falling into the snow and unable to get up, like Yakovlev directly sent to the hospital.

The intellectuals used their personal experience to tell everyone what it would be like to annoy a vodka-loving people.

Taking advantage of the emptiness that came out of the hospital, Yakovlev, who had his head wrapped tightly in bandages, made a phone call to Korotich in a public phone booth, "Hey, Korotic? I'm Yakovlev, and I want to say if you saw that joint report, yes, that's it. We have been calculated. I don't know who wrote that so-called joint report, but I'm sure I'll make him look good! ”

Korodich, whose brain was about to turn faster than Yakovlev, tightened his grip on the microphone, and at the same time avoided his family, stretched the telephone line and walked to the balcony next to him, and said to him as low as possible, "Yakovlev, haven't you seen it yet?" There are no conspirators, this is simply the government department calculating us! ”

"What?" Yakovlev was visibly surprised to hear the news.

"Yes, if not as I expected, the attacks on us public intellectuals will continue. Oh God, since other newspapers were blocked, the Propaganda Department of the Soviet Revolution, which had the upper hand in public opinion, began to slander us. They took advantage of the prohibition, which the masses most opposed, to splash dirty water on us. Now that the Soviet Union's finances are already in such difficulty, how can they give up the lucrative income of wine, and should they let the government give up a fraction of its fiscal revenue? Do you really think that the government is stupid and can't see that the joint letter is fake? ”

Korodic continued, "You and I have to be careful, there will be all kinds of slander and rumors that will attack us in the future. Of course, we have nothing to do, because none of the newspapers has issued our clarification statement, so that the initiative is completely in Moscow's hands, and we are just lambs to the slaughter! ”

"We need to mobilize the masses, to demonstrate, to oppose the government's interference in the press mechanism." "Maybe we will go out and march ourselves and let the masses know that we are innocent!" ”

Korotich cupped his forehead and said, "It's useless, Yakovlev. From what I know about Moscow, I'm afraid you're going to be punched and kicked by a mob before you even hit the streets, and the guys in the Propaganda Department are more incendiary than we are, and they should be working with the Ministry of Internal Affairs or the KGB. They were responsible for spreading rumors, and the KGB was responsible for monitoring and observing our situation. ”

"If you don't want to surrender, run away, anyway, American aid plus ** application is enough for you to survive in the West. In addition to the Kazan Psychiatric Hospital, do you have any good results? Korotich hung up the phone, wondering what kind of expression Yakovlev would have when he heard the last sentence.

The violent apparatus of the Soviet Union is no longer the direct and brutal punishment it used to be, it has become more cunning and leaves no trace than before. He forces you to the opposite side of the people, and then tramples you under your feet in various ways, which is simply the tyranny of democracy!

Korotic glanced at the letter on the table that had just been written, the first sentence of which had not yet dried the ink, just a condensed title and a rather helpless sentence.

"Dear US Embassy, I am Comrade Korotich, a writer persecuted by the Soviet authorities......"