(This is an alternate history in the world of demon destruction, so don't sit in the right seat.) )

In the spring, it rained again in Leningrad.

The people of Leningrad are accustomed to the asphalt in spring, and the pavement is like a layer of oil, shining white.

Smoke and rain enveloped people.

The wheels that flew by brought up mud.

In the corner of the library, Migalel was casually watching "The Rain of the Eater" while looking up at the rain curtain floating outside the window.

"It's not too early."

Migalel sighed and pulled out the long umbrella behind the locker.

With an umbrella in one hand and a book in the other, he walked home through the continuous rain

Migalel never rode the tram, she only walked.

This is not to show how much she loves health, the point is to be poor.

She has always believed in what Indian Shakyamuni said, no matter who you meet, he is the person who should appear in your life, it is no accident, he will definitely teach you something, so I also believe that wherever I go is where I should go, experience the things I should go to meet the people I should meet.

1920, the third year after the October Revolution.

Not long ago, under the leadership of the Bolshevik Party, three large-scale armed interventions launched by hostile forces at home and abroad were smashed and victory was achieved in the civil war.

"That's good." Migalel put away his umbrella and returned to his dilapidated apartment.

One of the most unbearable drawbacks of an old apartment is that on a rainy day, the entire wall will peel and show a rotten smell.

There is also a creaking sound in the corners of the apartment.

Migalel had always thought it was the grinding of the old lady next door.

But Mrs. Gabriel had died the previous year, but the strange voices were still present.

Alas, in fact, this sound is not very annoying.

Because many times only this voice can accompany her.

It's just that sometimes it tickles her to read.

"Hey." Migaret sighed and closed the thick book.

She still didn't guess the ending of the Qingming Festival novel.

"No wonder this book is so hard to borrow."

Migalel snuggled up in a comfortable wooden chair.

"How can a slanderous book be published."

What was written in the book about the dissolution of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.

Naturally, it is not explicitly written in the novel, but this insinuation is estimated to be obvious to everyone.

What else is the battle between the two empires?

Is this mystery or science fiction?

Written like this after only two years of establishment, the author should be glad that they live here again.

Otherwise, I definitely don't even know how to die.

Migalel succeeded in crushing the image of the most revered author.

"The lackeys of capital."

After reading the novel, she was very idle, and Migaliel's social circle in the Soviet Union was almost zero.

She tapped her pen on the table in boredom, looking out of the rotten wooden window.

The heavier the rain became, the more irritating it became.

Even with an umbrella in such heavy rain, I couldn't get out.

It basically cut off all of her entertainment.

Although her only life is reading.

Let's go home in a few days.

Born in the Kingdom of Italy, Migarel is a native of the Maro.

Her parents died of the Spanish flu a few years ago.

The impact of the Spanish flu was greater than the number of deaths in World War I, which lasted 52 months.

The flu was also one of the reasons for the early end of the First World War, as countries no longer had additional troops to fight.

Migalel was more travellers, and her first stop after the First World War was Moscow.

Well

The reason is because her parents are Orthodox Christians.

This may not be admiration, not admiration, not just liking, but something deeper.