Chords obscurantism. Volume one. Vasily Varga
complete, as soon as we free all countries from the yoke of capitalism.
“Ten thousand.”. . Yes, this amount is enough for one reception.
Lenin scratched his head. His mind worked clearly and always correctly. There are two options for helping Inessa: either he will write to his mother – send all his pension to the world revolution, mother, or a party friend and his legal wife, Nadia, will hurry to get the inheritance after their parents died. But when will they die? contribute to it. Maybe they should send Kobu to kill them, or rather, put them in bed and cover them with bags of salt so that they don’t freeze, the world revolution can’t wait.
Inessa started to say something, but he held up a finger, which meant: shut up Inessa. Both of them
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we heard loud music and the sound of a drum. Lenin started.
– This is an attempt!” Lenin was afraid. He turned pale and rushed to put the pot on his head, and then, like a frightened cat, leaped through the open window, and was gone.
Inessa couldn’t help but laugh, she hadn’t seen him like this before, and yet she ran out into the street and watched which way he ran.
Cavalcade of the people of the South nationalities has forced her to stop. Soso Dzhugashvili actually fired a pistol into the air, while others accompanied it with applause and dancing.
A crowd of violinists, slender girls, and two powerful Caucasians appeared around the corner, tap – dancing or performing an unknown Georgian dance with the refrain-AssA, AssA!
Soso raised a hand.
– Mi na Lenyn, on the guest, on the important guest.
Inessa was not at a loss.
“Volodya has just gone to get some mushrooms. You wait for us in the garden, sit in the chairs, there are decanters of mineral water, beer, all sorts of snacks. Red caviar, black caviar, cold smoked eel. We felt that guests were coming. However, we have someone visiting us every day. Gershon alone is worth something, “she said his name in a half-whisper and ran away.
A narrow path, strewn with red sand, led down the hill to the mighty fir trees where the paramedics had recently visited with saws.
– Volodya! leader of the world revolution, where are you? don’t be so careful, as it is in Russian, and cowardly. These are guests from the Caucasus. The delegation is headed by Dzhugashvili, a short, strong man with a pockmarked face.
But no one answered. Suddenly she saw a bunch of spruce branches in a small clearing, they seemed to be moving all the time. It was Lenin who was sneezing on the damp ground. She came closer.
– Genius of the world revolution, get up! It’s me, Inessa. You have company. They are waiting at the house.
– Are you in League with them?” admit it, it’s better. The masses won’t forgive you.
The chief hatched and, half crouching, cowardly lowered his head, and went up the hill with his friend, leaning on her arm.
Lenin, as soon as he saw the guests, clapped his hands.
– This is Dzhugashvili, the future Stalin and Ter-Petrosyan, two great revolutionaries in the South of Russia and my right hand in expropriation – the Jew Krasin.
As soon as the Caucasians entered the house and slammed the bags of gold rubles on the floor, Lenin, as if not paying attention to this wealth, burst into the Homeric laughter peculiar to him, the leader of the world revolution, and said:
– Comrade Stalin and comrade camo, be familiar with Inessa Armand-the best revolutionary in France. She came to the future leader of the world revolution, Lenin, to convey that the French people will join the working class of Russia, and together with them will stand on the barricades to the victorious end.
“Am I going to be Stalin from now on?” Mne white has such a resonant nickname? Me, the Caucasian bandit, life is now Stalin? Ti heard Perdolan-Budosan, Kamo? AssA, AssA, “the young Djugashvili, who had been renamed Stalin by Lenin, danced again.
“And mine is called Kamo.” Ochen wisely chose the name. Stalin-Kamo, Stalin-Kamo. Kamo-Lenin, Kamo-Stalin-Druze, Bratva, how is it better to say it in Russian?
“I was planning to make a revolution in Europe, not among these goose dugaks, but I’ll have to change my tactics. Tova … looking for B… onstein claims that the geese are the dung of the isto … AI. It’s a… hi important. But so 11
Ganetsky brought a bag of money. It wasn’t a floor-to-ceiling bag, it could hold as many bills as a suitcase, but it was still a bag of money. Previously, the chief was happy with such an offering, dreamed of giving up his mother’s pension, which was shared monthly with him, but forgot everything. The proletarian idlers had to live on something. Money bags bubbled and then became flat.
“How are you, Ilyich?” Is there enough money? Brought two million from Russian patrons for the revolution, and for the salaries of our employees, “he said, fixing his red eyes on the safe that stood in the corner and always looked at its true owner, Ilyich. – Here’s the bag, all right, seals, stamps, you can look at it. Give me the key, open it and … pack it.
Lenin narrowed his left eye.
– Statement! You’re a scoundrel, I know you, probably stole half the bills. You’re wearing a suit. New, dear. And I, the leader of the world proletariat, have been wearing the same clothes since spring. The jacket and vest aren’t bad, but the pants smell like piss. You know how it is. The jet reduces the pressure of urine on the pants. I should take it off and throw it away, but…there’s nothing to replace it with. How so? I’m still a chief, not a dog. Show me your pants! Here, not a single spot. How many times do you change your pants-once a day?
Ganetsky was offended, blushed, wanted to shoot loudly, but it did not work.
– The same thing. You don’t trust anyone. Do you even believe your mother?
– Anything can happen. When a pension is delayed, I just hate it. How so? Her son, the leader of the world revolution, wears only trousers. My mother and you are a pair of boots. You, ganetsky … add at least two hundred thousand. On the costume. Bitch d, nowhere not’ll spend, buy a suit and all. If you want, I’ll take the receipt from the store for presentation. Ganetsky is a lousy Jew. And you’re driving me, a genius, to beg you. Give me the key to the safe and get out. Hey, Apfelbaum, have you cleaned your house yet? Go get the keys from that lousy Jew. However, you can not give, I will demand that my mother sent a pension. When I really need money, I count it ten times, thinking that my mother hid some of the money, did not exactly divide the pension in half. I am suffering a little nervous. And then the kindness comes, and I start talking to myself: what about her with the old woman, she is old, greedy and we will be the same. You’re a lousy Jew! key on the table! Otherwise I’ll turn around and tell you my name. I’ll go to the hookers and dump the whole bag.
Lenin was excited. Her lips began to tremble and her face to burn. The pockets were empty – the key to the safe was hidden in the back pocket of his trousers.
“Look in the moth, you always hide it there.”
“Oh, Yes, it’s very important,” Leni said, and reached into his pants.
Finally, he waved his hand and started scribbling, and the amount did not interest him at all.
“What’s wrong, Ilyich?” Throw your Talmud in the oven.
– Yes here it does not work, or rather, beyond the fact that nothing comes out. The revolution is on the decline, we are not needed by anyone and will soon become miserable emigrants, that’s what happens. Did you bring the newspaper?
“Something, something, read it. Our blood brother, Gelfand Israel, called Parvus, wrote something. It’s damned interesting. A plan … a wise plan. Parvus, the great Parvus. A real