On the vast Russian plains, soldiers with rifles and bayonets walked into the villages, kicked open the doors of the people's homes, carefully searched for them, and took away a little of the people's homes along the way, even a broken copper kettle that had been worn for generations. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the village of Selev, on the outskirts of Tsaritsyn, the widow Leselena wept and wailed, wearing a dirty, torn apron, with one foot in rotten boots that were obviously for men, and the other bare, clinging to the leg of a warrior who had taken the last sack of barley she had hidden in her house, not only for her and her two daughters, but also for the seeds left behind.

But it was the butt of the gun that took care of her.

Leshelina was knocked to the ground, and several strong-willed Soviet fighters left, and before leaving, they scolded her viciously: "Damn rich peasants, it is despicable to starve the great Soviets to death!" ”

"Rich peasant", what a wonderful word, when Leselena was young, she dreamed of marrying into a rich peasant family, but unfortunately she was not a beautiful woman, so he had to marry Handanov, a blacksmith from the village.

Fortunately, there is a craft, and I don't need to go hungry after giving birth to two daughters, but I am still far from the rich peasants.

Leselina never dreamed that she would also be called a kulak one day.

Why is that?

A few years ago, the war was fierce, and her husband was recruited by the tsar to the army to give horseshoes to the cavalry, and he has not returned until now.

Later, the Socialist Party formed Soviets in the countryside, and they called on everyone to take back the land of the landlords and kulaks.

The so-called landlords' land and the kulak's land used to belong to the village community, and the tsar reformed many times, each time to encourage privatization, and to keep up with Western Europe, but each time it was not complete, because every time the village community peasants felt that they were weakened.

In fact, the tsar was also a little unable to think about it, every time he was too petty, and he directly distributed the land of the village community to everyone, but the tsar did not, he had to let the peasants redeem it, so only the farmers who managed well could afford to buy the land, so a group of landlords were born first.

Later, Stolypin wanted to carry out a thorough reform, he wanted to completely destroy the village community system, but he was very clever and encouraged the peasants to divide the village communal land, and then he gave loans to the rich peasants to let those who were more able to manage concentrate the land on large farms, but only half of the peasants sold their land, and the rest of the land, although nominally private, still lived in the villages, and according to the customs of thousands of years, when it was time to redistribute, it was still redistributed.

As soon as the war broke out and the Soviets in the countryside grew, they encouraged the peasants to take back their land, much of it for the peasants to sell to the kulaks.

It was at that time that Leselina took back five acres of land from the rich peasants, and her husband did not return, but she was strong enough to grow food with her two daughters.

This was the land that the Soviets had given them a share of, but now the soldiers who represented the Soviets, saying that she was a kulak, that she wanted to starve the great working class, took away all her food.

Leselina swore to God that she had never wanted to starve anyone, she only wanted her two daughters not to starve.

Leselina was crying so hard that she could not understand at all that the Soviets, which had been formed by the Socialists in the countryside, had degenerated and had become the great Bushvik Soviets of the working class, and that the rural Socialists had lost in the struggle.

"Leselena, Leselena!"

Leselina, who was already crying like no other, heard someone whispering to her, it was not her daughter, who had been sent to the church and hid.

"Fedorovsky!"

When Leselina saw the visitor, it was a middle-aged man, bald and with a pair of glasses, this was the kulak.

Fedorovsky was a typical Stolypin reformed kulak, he was originally an ordinary peasant in the village, but one of his distant uncles got rich and took him to the city to study, he studied medicine, and then he returned to the village for some reason to continue to be a peasant, he said that he liked the peasants and did not like the city.

Fedorovsky's family, who worked as a doctor in the village and farmed the land, was relatively good, and when she was young, Leselina fantasized about marrying Fedorovsky, but Fedorovsky married the daughter of the landlord's family.

At the time of Stolypin's reforms, Fedorovsky bought 100 Russian acres of land in the village, bought a tractor to cultivate, and built a small western-style house, which made Leselina feel that he was not from the same world.

"Did you tell you to hide the grain?"

Fedorovsky said as he helped Leserina up.

Leserina mourned, "But it's all seeds, do they have to take the seeds?" ”

Fedorovsky sighed: "You have not been to the city, you do not know where people are terrible, they will take everything." ”

"I still have a little flour here, you hid it this time, but what to do, it's not a problem."

Fedorovsky quietly took a small packet of flour from his coat pocket and handed it to Leserina, and while lamenting and leaving, he went to the next house.

That night, Leselina went to Fedorovsky's house, the small western-style house had long been inhabited, and when the village was instigated by the Soviets to take away his land, he gave the house to the village as a school, and he also served as a teacher.

Fedorovsky built a typical Russian-style wooden house next to the school, and he was middle-aged and widowed, and he had no children, but he could also cope with it.

"What the hell is going on? How can this be lived? ”

A group of people had already gathered here, most of them were women, the men were either disabled or elderly, and the children were locked up at home and were afraid to let them come.

"Listen to me. This is not the way to go. If you can still walk, follow me to get a way out. ”

Fedorovsky gathered the villagers together and persuaded them.

"I'm not leaving, I'm not a kulak, you're a kulak!"

A woman yelled.

Fedorovsky gracefully cupped his eyes: "Now it is not a question of who is a kulak and who is not. They all said that whoever has a pood of grain is a rich peasant. They will take them all. You can't survive if you stay in the village. ”

The woman continued: "I'm not afraid, my family has no food. ”

Fedorovsky sighed: "Then what do you eat without food." ”

The woman said, "Tsar, the Tsar will definitely come down and deliver food." ”

Fedorovsky shook his head: "The tsar is no longer here, he went to Siberia." ”

"Then where do you say to go, Fedorovsky, to Siberia?"

Leselina asked with some panic, she still wanted to wait for her husband to come back, if it was so far away, she would not dare to go, her husband would beat her.

Fedorovsky said, "But I can't get there, Lena." We can only go to Astrakhan, hoping to find a boat to England or France, my uncle wrote a few years ago that he was in England, so I can go and see him if it is convenient for me, he is old. ”

"Oh my God, where is England?"

Most people have only heard of the UK, but they don't know where it is.

"On the other side of the strait."

In fact, Fedorovsky himself is not very clear about geography, but he knows that to go to England is to take a boat.

No one went with Fedorovsky, and in the end only Leselina remained.

She wanted to ask about her husband.

"There are so many people who have died, your husband may not survive."

Leselina surprisingly didn't cry, and even she felt incredible, probably thinking about it too many times over the years.

"Then I'll go with you. What about my daughter? ”

"With it, with it. To stay is to die. You don't know history, there are many, too many things about starving people to death. Leave designated to starve to death. ”

So with his zealous medical skills, Fedorovsky took Leselina and her two daughters overnight and went south along the railway line from Tsaritsyn to Astrakhan.

Fedorovsky, a lame doctor who had only studied at a medical college for two years and a crappy guide, was confused when he saw a map, and he had no idea that Astrakhan had to pass through a strait, the Dardanelles Strait, which the Russian rulers had dreamed of.

All he knew was that Astrakhan was the closest place where he could take a boat.

Fedorovsky overestimated the amount of grain he had hidden and underestimated the distance from Tsaritsyn to Astrakhan, which was 500 kilometers.

And after they walked for three days, there was no food, not to eat it up, but to be collected by the soldiers on the road.

The head of the soldiers told Fedorovsky that they were a grain conscription, that they had people, guns, and machine guns.

Unbeknownst to Fedorovsky, the Soviets had already begun to form armed conscription squads, each of which was no less than 75 men and armed with 2 or 3 machine guns. This is not a "requisition" but a "grabbing of grain", and what is taken from the peasants is rations and seed grain.

Grass roots, tree bark, earthworm loaches, what they can find and eat, and when they are about to lose it, Fedorovsky finds a honeycomb, and the honey brewed by the Russian bees saves their lives and keeps them on the journey for three more days, and then they see the Black Sea, and it just so happens that a British warship sailed into Astrakhan and brought a large amount of life-saving food.

This was the first British warship, which had been able to pass through the Black Sea straits after Turkey had surrendered three days earlier.

Fedorovsky is no longer human, and the journey of more than 20 days has made him experience a hardship that he has never experienced in his life, and what makes him even more uncomfortable is that Leselina's daughter, the eldest daughter was robbed by bandits on the way, and the younger daughter unfortunately died of illness.

Fedorovsky regretted this for a long time, until a few years later, when he came to the Soviet Union as an investor to contract factories, he saw his village and found that the people in the village were no longer the people he knew back then, and those people did not know where they had gone, and it was impossible for them to go to England like him anyway. (To be continued.) )