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The next morning, when the sun was rising and Uranoyan, who was wearing a crooked gray hat, walked back to the campus of Moscow State University, and found that the atmosphere on the campus was even more tense than yesterday. The brim of his hat was pressed low, and his mind was full of Colonte's big breasts and elastic legs. The night before, he was crushed underneath, more like a conquered man, and the feeling of pleasure was suppressed by the shrill screams of Kollontai, the roar of thunder and lightning, and he was thrown into the den of a she-wolf like a docile and mischievous deer. The thoughts in his mind were drowned out by the word "revolution" that Colontai kept shouting when his face was red-faced.

The ideological propaganda of the Bolsheviks was in place, and the lawns of the schools were full of men and women talking about the revolution, and young men and women did not forget to make fun of the tsar even when they walked.

On the way to the school cafeteria, Uranoyan bumped into a female student from the law department, Olya. Marfa, a short, petite girl with a grain of flesh above her right eyebrow and a gentle demeanor. She is delicate, always with a quiet smile, those beautiful big eyes, like the sun in winter, always make people feel a small warmth, Uranoyan likes her gentleness, once secretly wrote her love letters, but in the end did not have the courage to give it to her, because the two families are very different, her father is a lawyer, and her mother is the daughter of a factory owner. At the moment, she was wearing a white dress, with slightly curly wavy hair, and her chest was towering, arguing with two history boys.

Ouranoyan approached, only to hear Olya say: "You people, in the twentieth century, actually defended the barbaric and dark monarchy, you know that many peoples in the world have now risen up and waved their fists at their ** monarchs, and the power of some monarchs is gone forever. Everything is evil in Russia now. All are in the monarch**, in which the monarch has supreme power and is not bound by the constitution and laws. ”

One of the tall boys, Odopovsky, shook his head and retorted: "No, it's not so. The tsar has all the power, but conscience and God will bind him. His power is more sacred than the limits of constitutional and legal constraints! We have visionary monarchs, like Nicholas I and Alexander III. There is also the current emperor, who is carrying out great reforms, he does not carry out drastic reforms like other republican countries, and only the monarch has supreme ** power can carry out long-term reforms. Under the monarchy, all citizens can fully enjoy equality and freedom. That's how it is in England. ”

Olya was a little furious, frowned, and summoned up the courage to speak aloud and passionately: "An unfettered regime is conceived by the royal nobles and greedy flatterers. It is definitely not God's will and is strong. Treacherous public opinion. It will make the people stupid, and it is impossible to manifest a good will, only a guilty will. Our dynasty. Everything is sinful. Under the monarch, we are all slaves, do you like to be slaves? It is the denial of human nature, the denial of equality, the denial of freedom! The republic is the way out for the future of our country, like our neighbor, great China! ”

Olya's speech was a little domineering, and her tone was not so solemn. It's like a housewife putting a sharpened kitchen knife in front of someone else, angering her opponent.

The short boy, Dostoev, also retorted: "In our Russia, social consciousness is only an ethereal veil, and for a long period of time our country has not found anything more suitable than the monarchy. Our monarch is a gifted leader, and from his childhood, his parents have chosen the best teachers for him. He can be free from the temptation of wealth, power, and medals, and be faithful to justice and freedom. ”

When Uranoyan heard this, he still stepped forward to defend Olya: "But today's monarch has left some incompetent people by his side. Persecution of honest people. Our army, in the Far East, in Japan, was defeated. To this day, what educated person can still believe that God elected and appointed Nicholas II for Russia? You know, in the last strike in Petersburg, he killed thousands of unarmed workers, he, a tyrant, has the blood of the people on his hands! Not at all God's monarch who has been anointed by the enthronement ceremony! ”

Odopovsky and Dostoev glanced at Ouranoyan, recognized this guy as one of the more radical students in the school, and felt that arguing with such a person was a waste of time, so they turned around and left, leaving only Olya and Uranoyan, looking at each other.

Olya smiled slightly and said to Ouranoyan, "Thank you, Ouranoyan, you said so well! ”

"It's nothing," Uranoyan said. The two went to the cafeteria to eat together and walked side by side.

Uranoyan felt that there were some things that still had to be made clear to Olya, so he hesitated for a while and said to Olya: "Actually, I don't approve of the republic you said. ”

Olya was taken aback and said, "Why? ”

Ouranoyan said: "From Rousseau to Robespierre, we are to believe that a republic equals freedom. People think that as long as the country is called a republic, the country will immediately be stable and prosperous. That's not the case at all. We need a country where the people themselves dominate. ”

Before it was time for lunch, Ulanoyan and Olya sat on a stone bench on the campus lawn, talking intermittently. Because it had just rained on campus, a fresh breeze blew, and the moisture was permeating the grass. Not far away are a few swaying trees, swaying in the wind, tiny flowers, like thin yellow butterflies, perched among the green leaves.

The two unconsciously talked about politics, and Olya asked Ouranoyan, "Listen to you, I think you should like Dostoevsky, right?" The only thing Russia had to do in 1812 was to save the Motherland, and this is also the case in Russia now. ”

"No, he's not a writer I love," Ulanoyan said. Many of his ideas are crazy. Do you think that many Westerners like Dostoevsky because of his ideas? No, they are attracted by Dostoevsky's depictions of eccentric behaviors such as mental defects and epilepsy. ”

"And who do you like? Tolstoy? ”

"It's not. To be honest, apart from Pushkin and Lermontov, I don't like the works of anyone else. After their deaths, Russia loses its vitality, and the protagonists are all wretched. I hope that our nation will produce some heroic figures. Ouranoyan said seriously, "There will be soon, a storm will begin in Moscow, a storm of revolution, which will definitely make everyone bow their heads." ”

Olya asked, "What storm?" Revolution? What are you talking about? ”

Ouranoyan did not answer her question directly, but raised his head slightly, looked at the gloomy sky, and lowered his head to hum the song that Colontai hooked his neck with his hand and hummed in his ear as he fought him:

I am like a red flame burning in people's hearts

I was like a blue flame burning in the streets

I'm going to have everyone give their final roar: "Freedom! ”

I will give everyone the key to hope and let everyone see the light

The rich man, the vampire, is sucking the blood of the people

The bureaucrats, the vampires, are sucking the blood of the people

The Tsar, a vampire, sucks the blood of the people

A crusade against the rich, a crusade against the bureaucracy, a crusade against the tsar

We must exchange blood and struggle for final victory

In the school, there were already some senior students, and they were everywhere handing out leaflets that read: "Our movement will shake the whole of Russian society, and the indomitable student movement will force the Tsarist government to submit to the inevitability of history!" ”

At this time, the whole of Moscow was already preparing for an imminent big storm. Some young men like Ouranoyan, crooked hats and wooden sticks at the crossroads of Moscow, saw every worker passing by and told them: "Attention, comrades, we should strike!" "When I met disobedient workers, I struck them with sticks until their heads were bleeding.

A huge storm is about to sweep across Russia and shock the world! (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m.qidian to read. )9