On July 3, a light rain began to fall in the sky, and early in the morning, the workers walked out of their homes and returned to the factory.

The boss, who was having a headache for the strike, was surprised and delighted when he saw the workers suddenly returning, and hurriedly opened the factory door and said loudly: "The wages have been raised!" Wages have been raised! Now you get paid 30 kopecks a day! Come on in! ”

The expected cheers did not appear, one worker pushed the boss away, picked up the tools, and walked into the factory in silence, the others reacted in the same way, no one was angry about the wages anymore, and the silence was terrible.

The boss doesn't care what the workers are having, he just wants the factory to run normally, and only then can he sell more goods.

Not only the sawmills, but also the workers of the railway factories and docks all returned to work, like an organized and planned operation, and they all returned to the factory in unison.

With the noise of machinery, the bosses finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the workers really still had to work to fill their stomachs, which was normal, and that if they wanted to live, they had to eat, and food needed money to buy.

Wyson lifted a log onto the cart and, while the boss was not looking, whispered to his companion beside him, who nodded, ran briskly to the other worker, and whispered something.

The news quickly spread, only a small number of workers did not know what was happening, and everyone went about their business as usual, occasionally glancing at the boss with indifference.

At 9 a.m., a train loaded with coal stopped at the Saratov station, and the railway workers opened the door, took shovels, shoveled coal, and while shoveling coal, they turned out sacks hidden deep in the coal and, under the cover of other companions, smuggled them to the city.

The train was accompanied by a blackfriar.

In the ghetto, Goncharov sat at home with a cup of cold black tea in front of him, without saying a word.

Dongdong!

There was a knock on the door, and Goncharov's body shook, and he quickly got up and opened the door.

Outside the door stood a blackfriar, carrying a sack, and asked in a low voice: "You are Goncharov?" ”

"It's me, you're..."

"My name is Raul, and Father Mavi asked me to come."

"Come on in!"

Goncharov knew who the monk in front of him was, and in order to resist the magic of the Cult of Wisdom, Ma Wei sent all the newly trained monks to support the branch churches in various places, and Raul was the comrade who came to support Goncharov.

Raul entered the house with a heavy sack, took off his hat and pressed it to his chest, bowed to the idol placed on the fireplace, and after silently chanting 'praise to the goddess', he looked at Goncharov: "How is the situation?" ”

"I've already arranged it all, tonight at 9 o'clock, act on time."

"Very well, I brought Pravda, and when I acted, I was going to stick the newspaper on the wall..."Raul untied the rope that bound the sack, pulled out the newspaper inside, and pulled out a flag pressed at the bottom.

On the red banner, muskets and sickles overlap each other, and there is a golden star on it, which is the symbol of the Church of Truth.

Carefully folding the flag, Raul asked, "Is there anything going on with the Cult of Wisdom?" ”

"In recent days, many believers have quit the Cult of Wisdom and turned to us..."Goncharov said with a smile: "Actually, I didn't do anything, and the believers made their own choices." ”

"It's not surprising that instead of improving people's lives, the subsidies given by the Cult of Wisdom have put them in dire straits, and it would be foolish for believers to believe in them in such a situation." Raul nodded slightly: "What's your plan?" ”

"I plan to divide the troops into two routes, all the way to the suburban prison to rescue our comrades, and all the way to the municipal building, originally I was worried that I would not be able to take care of both sides at the same time, but now that you are here, I have no worries."

"Give me the most dangerous place." Raul said.

"We don't need to argue about this kind of thing, after the coup starts, there will be no security anywhere."

Goncharov walked to the table with Raul, pointed to the map and said: "Tonight, you and Scottkin will go to the prison first, rescue the other comrades, and then rush back to the city to join us, and I will lead Waison and them to attack the municipal building, how about it?" ”

"Hmm."

Raul had no objections to Goncharov's plan of action, the simpler the plan, the easier it was to implement, and the simplest and most brutal method was often difficult for the enemy to parry.

At 7 p.m., the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the streets were full of mud and there was no one to be seen.

In the sawmill, the machines stopped running, and I don't know who shouted, and the workers took iron rods, shovels and other tools, and walked out of the door in unison.

The boss, who had prepared the cash and was going to pay the daily payment, saw the workers coming, smiled on his face, and beckoned to Waisen, who was walking in the front: "Come on!" I'm ready for the money! 30 kopecks! Word! ”

But Wyson just gave him a cold look, ignored the kopecks in his hand, carried his tools, and walked into the heavy rain.

A cold wind blew through the crack in the door, and the boss shivered when he looked at the workers who not only did not receive their wages, but took away the tools.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, on the street, where there was no one in the past, suddenly many men carrying iron rods and shovels appeared, they put on their hats and walked out of the house, and the rain soaked their clothes and dripped down the brim of their hats.

At first, only a group of people walked out of the house, but as time went on, more and more people joined the group, and they were silent, advancing in a pouring of rain, thunder and explosion in the sky, and a blinding white light illuminating the red rope tied to their left arm.

At 8:45 p.m., the streets of the slum were already full of people, and there was no end in sight.

The women hid in their homes, holding their children and praying for their husbands.

Bang!

At 8:55 p.m., the thunder swept across the sky again, and Goncharov, who was sitting in the house, put away his pocket watch, opened the door, and in the blink of an eye the rain wet his clothes, but he didn't care, he brought two wooden boxes, handed the newspaper and the flag to Waisen, who was standing at the front of the crowd, jumped on the box himself, looked at the dark crowd, and said in a loud voice:

"Comrades! What did you eat today? Is it potatoes or corn? And what did the old men who sat in the mansion eat? Why are there so many accidents in the mine? Why do we trade hard labor for a pitiful salary?! I tell you! The suffering and pain you are suffering now have been brought upon us by those damned nobles and capitalists! ”

"What we need is a government that protects the interests of the people at the bottom! A church that cares for the people and is sympathetic to the people! ”

"Those noble lords have taken away the fruits of our labor! They exploit and oppress us! We should take up arms and rebel against their tyranny! ”

"One finger is easy to break, and five are fists! Comrades! Unite! Defend our dignity with our hands! Defend the truth! ”

The cheers drowned out the thunder in the sky, and Goncharov clenched his fists, took the Banner of Truth from Waisen's hand, and waved it vigorously:

"Comrades! Don't let the enemy crush our crests! Whoever dares to bully us, we will fight back! Let our flag be planted at the top of the municipal building! Unite us and we will defeat all enemies! ”

"Comrades! Let's prove our strength with practical actions! Put the damned capitalists and aristocrats on the streetlights! Make our enemies tremble! Fear! ”

Goncharov jumped out of the wooden box, raised the flag, rushed to the front of the crowd, and shouted:

"Let's overthrow the rotten old times! Take back what is our own! Let the dawn shine on the land! Advance! Advance!

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"Ulla!

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