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“…… I've been fighting for a year for the cause of what I believe in. If we can win the revolution here, we can win everywhere. The world is a beautiful place, worth fighting for, and how reluctant I am to leave this world......"

The Unknown Soldier's Suicide Note

Tom, a young American man, did not speak Russian, and even before he came to Russia, Russia was a stranger to him, but unfamiliar, he had no feelings for Russia, but he was a revolutionary, and like many revolutionaries from all over the world, they came to Russia to plant the red flag all over the world.

Like every young man from other countries, he volunteered for the Russian Red Guards, and from the end of last year, until this snowfall, more and more people around him died, and the war changed him to some extent, he was no longer the energetic youth, and even to some extent, his soul died.

It was a long war, and for Russia, this year-long war changed the country to a great extent - the Red Guards and the White Bandits were tearing and killing on the land of Russia, and millions of people were torn apart, distorting the whole country, and in this war, he saw the landlords and rich peasants being shot one by one, and he also saw thousands of revolutionaries hanging on the gallows, although God did not divide the Russians into red or white, but their faith and spirit tore apart this nation, this country.

A year of war, in which millions of people died in war or famine.

Now, to some extent, the war has reached its final stage - the German-Russian coalition has approached Moscow, the heart of the world revolution!

Moscow, as the heart of the revolution, was surrounded by counter-revolutionary troops, and as a revolutionary fighter, Tom knew what awaited him.

Perhaps, I should have run away!

In fact, many people became deserters.

Hidden in the forest outside Moscow, on the brown ground with a layer of pine needles, Tom lay a little lazily there, looking up and looking overhead, the wind whistling over the pine treetops. He lay on his back in the trenches, and now that the temperature had dropped, he had no hope of victory in the war.

To be precise, no one ever had any hope of victory anymore, and it was for this reason that Tom reflected on his choice when many of the defeated elements in Moscow were executed as counter-revolutionaries.

"Tom, what is America like?"

Sicot beside Tom asked, he was an Englishman, just like him, just an ordinary British worker, who, like him, had been immersed in the frenzy of the revolution, in the red flags that filled the sky, but now the war had made each of them clear from the dream of world revolution.

"There is not much difference between the United States and the United Kingdom, where the workers are just as much oppressed by the capitalists as they are in the United Kingdom......"

This was even the reason why Tom joined the revolution, but now he would rather be oppressed by the capitalists - a few months ago in Tula, the workers of the arsenal had to work 16 hours a day after protesting against the revolution, and what awaited them was not the stick of the capitalists, but the iron fist of the revolution, the iron fist of the revolution to suppress the counter-revolution, and the workers were officially bewitched by the counter-revolutionaries.

But in fact, Tom, as one of the repressors, knew very well that all they asked for was to be able to reduce their working hours, even in the United States, they would not work more than 12 hours a day, while in post-revolutionary Russia, working more than 12 hours was a common phenomenon, and additional overtime was required, or even without any overtime pay, and those who refused were often "sabotaged reactionaries", and what awaited them would be the iron fist of the revolution.

Before the revolution, overtime was forced by the threat of dismissal, but here it is the threat of bullets.

"Crushing...... Well, at least it's no worse than being a master. ”

Sicurt said with some sarcasm, he once thought that here they would be the masters of the country, but now, he saw through everything - they were only the masters in name, and above the so-called masters, there was a group of "servants", who might be the real masters.

Even when Moscow was under siege, while the soldiers at the front were eating black bread, in the city of Moscow, those people could still enjoy the good wine and rich food from France, and perhaps they brought down the aristocracy - thousands of nobles, rich people were executed, but new nobles were born.

The revolution didn't change anything, it just created a bunch of upstarts, and that's it, and Sicott, as an ordinary member, who had come here from England with a longing for revolution, was now fed up with everything.

"I can't remember the taste of the steak now......"

Suddenly, Tom said something like this.

"In New York, if you work hard, you can always eat meat, but here, even if the workers work very hard, they can barely make ends meet, even with us...... Hey, do you remember the taste of sausages? ”

As he asked, he saw Sicott filling his pipe with tobacco leaves, and then he smoked silently, and after he took a few puffs, he suddenly looked at Tom and said.

"Sausages? I can't even remember the taste of the fruit......"

"So it seems that none of us are strong-willed revolutionaries."

"Strong-willed?"

Sicott took a puff on his cigarette, then glanced outside before continuing.

"Damn, we may all have been fooled, let Umilyanov, and the damn servants, they expect everyone--"

At this time, Sicott seemed a little excited, so that when he spoke, he couldn't help but want to stand up, and he didn't notice that in the woods a few hundred meters away, a Russian soldier in military uniform was aiming in this direction with a rifle with a scope.

"It's you......"

The soldier looked through the scope at the half of his head looming in the trenches, he readjusted one of the scopes and suddenly pulled the trigger!

Just for a moment!

Like a broken watermelon, Sicott's head shattered, and even at that moment, he was still venting his dissatisfaction......

Tom looked at the dead Sicott numbly, and instead of being as frightened as he had when he first went to battle, he calmly took the pipe from the ground and continued to smoke it.

"I remember, when I was in New York, they told me that this revolution was going to sweep the whole world in the end, that we were going to liberate all mankind, that the whole world was going to ......."

Tom repeated silently as he smoked his cigar.

"When I came here, when I went to a mass rally for the first time, I really thought the same thing, and I believed that the revolution would succeed......

“…… In that commune, I saw them snatching the last grain of grain, which was to supply the army, and I saw women and children crying there......"

How could they do that? What exactly did the revolution bring? I don't know, but I've seen too many deaths......" This young man who was once full of hope, talking and smoking a cigarette, sometimes choking on the smoke, took out a diary from the pocket of his brown tawny flannel shirt, which was his diary, and he used it to record many of his feelings, but when he killed a peasant for food for the first time, he stopped keeping a diary.

Flipping through the diary, he glanced at it casually, and then casually threw the diary in the ammo box on the side, and then, lying in the trench, he stood up with his pipe in his hand, completely exposing his body,

But it was only a second or two, in the surprise of the people, a ball of blood splashed in the wind, and he slowly fell, and when he fell, his blue eyes were still looking at the sky, looking at the red flag fluttering behind him, and at the same time, the earth shook again, and with the beginning of the general offensive, the intensive shelling began, and the war once again befell the land......

The crater-strewn road looked like a pockmarked face, and the houses on both sides of the street collapsed in pieces, leaving the city with ruined walls everywhere, and the smoke floated over the city when the smoke cleared. Although the city was bombed into ruins, there were still men in military uniforms who wrote the heroic slogan "White bandits can destroy the city, but they cannot destroy the fearless revolutionary spirit!" ”

It seems that the spirit can defeat weapons, and it seems that many people do not think that they have also proclaimed, that "a soldier armed with revolutionary ideas can defeat ten German soldiers", and that "a revolutionary army full of revolutionary ideas is invincible!" ”。

But in the end, it all became a joke, just like in Moscow at this time, where the revolutionaries who had withdrawn from St. Petersburg announced to the world that this was the heart of the revolution and that they had come here to do a better job of revolution.

In fact, everybody knows that they are beaten over, by what they call rotten and brutal white bandits, by what they call foreign invading armies, well, and lackeys of foreign invading armies.

But despite this, among the ruins, you can see slogans and propaganda posters full of fearless revolutionary spirit everywhere, which is perhaps the biggest difference, the posters full of revolutionary vitality, once encouraged countless young people to take up arms and go to the battlefield, they thought that they could liberate all mankind, but in fact, they only plunged themselves into slavery that they had never been before.

"Revolutionaries will always fight and will never surrender!"

In contrast to the slogan among the ruins, the crowds of people fleeing in the city reveal a different side of the story—most of them were dressed in filthy clothes, and many of them had blood-stained bandages on their heads and limbs, most of which were made of rags. The fleeing people made up a hellish picture, with a large crowd slowly moving through the mud as if they had participated in a revolutionary march, some carrying the meagre surviving belongings, pots and pans, and tattered old boxes in carts or strollers, as well as anything they could salvage from the ruins of their homes.

The city is littered with trams and horse-drawn carriages that have been damaged by shells, and every road is paved with gravel, and countless craters are hidden under the rubble. Cracked water and sewage pipes gushed clean water and sewage into bomb craters, turning streets into dirty places like shitholes.

In the midst of the ruins, women and children carried wooden barrels, pails and large jugs. There are long queues waiting at one of the few sources of clean water. The farther you go into the city, the more chaotic the scene becomes, and after twelve days of continuous shelling of the city by German artillery, it seems that not a single building in the whole of Moscow has survived.

The buildings on both sides of the street were reduced to piles of rubble, the few buildings that had not completely collapsed looked eerie, and the windows had become large holes with open openings, and the sky could be clearly seen through the gaps in the roofs. The windows that were lucky enough to be left in good condition were nailed with thick planks.

The whole city suffered an unprecedented catastrophe, perhaps only compared to the burning of the city during Napoleon's invasion, and Moscow, as a city, suffered another devastating blow less than a hundred years later

But not all places were destroyed, at least the Kremlin in the city had been carefully avoided by the Russian-German artillery, and at this time, in the palace of the tsar, which was rarely welcomed, the professional revolutionaries all listened with horror to the sound of the approaching cannon in the air.

Almost every minute, the White Bandits and the German invading army were approaching the city, approaching the Kremlin, and just ten minutes earlier, the White Bandits had been spotted on the edge of the city, which was very bad news, and for these professional revolutionaries, who were very good at revolutionary work, they knew very well that although the city had not yet fallen, it was the last moment for them.

Almost every one of them hung their heads, and now, what should they do? Will they leave, or will they live and die with the cause of the revolution? It's a choice for each of them. But now, even if they choose to leave, what can they do? Each of them had too much blood on their hands, and even if they left, how could the tsar let them go?

"We can go to France!"

Suddenly, in the midst of everyone's gloomy expressions, Umilyanov spoke.

"Go to France, now that Tsarist Russia has entered into an alliance with Germany, and its relations with France have tended to rupture, I believe that we can be sheltered by the French government in France, at least to some extent, we can lie lurking there and wait for a new war, believe me, the war between the imperialists will break out in the next ten to fifteen years, when the time comes, we will still have the opportunity to launch another revolution, this time ......"

Looking at the crowd, Umilyanov said in confident and combative words.

"It's just a general exercise! My comrades......" (To be continued. )