Chords obscurantism. Volume two. Vasily Varga
this from the red commanders, but they did not always listen. Practice shows – — the chief finished the monologue and as if accidentally pressed the call button, all his colleagues sitting in the waiting room were alarmed, suddenly thinking that something unusual, terrible had happened and rushed to the chief’s office, crowding each other.
– What happened, great one, wise one?” Katznelson, a small, dead man, piped in a trembling voice. – Why did you press the alarm button, and your visitor has not yet left? And she’s … an unknown person. Comrade Bronstein is to blame, all contributed to it enter your office.
“Calm Down, Yankel. This lady came here at the request of our friend, our proletarian writer Maxim Gorky, whom we can not send to Italy for a vacation. He’s writing a book about me, and it’s called Vladimir Ilyich Lenin.
“As soon as it’s finished, give it to me,” Dzerzhinsky said.
Sonia sat and cried, she saw no one, heard no one. The verdict on her, her father, and all rich Jews was passed by the Jew Lenin, who had long ago given up his faith after being struck down by infidels.
– Leiba, escort lady, and a diamond to give goskhran Brands of Katznelson – Sverdlov, let it apehodet.
Leyba was so overjoyed that he stumbled as he went to offer his hand to the weeping lady. But Sonia got up herself and waved her hand to indicate that she didn’t need any help.
Lenin sat with his head in his hands, and all the members of the Politburo also put their heads in their hands, taking up their soft leather chairs. When Lenin released his bald head and began to drill everyone with his small eyes, everyone came to life waiting for news. But Lenin remained suspiciously silent for a long time, and then sneezed twice and said:
“Let’s get to work.” I will inform you of the purpose of this extravagant lady’s visit when I come to my senses.
9
In his office, he worked on the “outstanding” work “how to organize a competition”. In addition to the members of the Central Committee, only two people could enter his office: his wife, who had turned into a servant, and his party comrade, Inessa Armand, the leader’s mistress. She usually appeared in a long silk robe, unbuttoned with the first two buttons, and walked around the chair with a catlike gait, as if suddenly placing her hand on the shining bald head of the chief.
– What are you working so hard on, my dear little man, that you don’t even notice me?” “what is it?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his short neck.
– Comrade Inessa, listen to a few lines from my outstanding work entitled “how to organize a competition”. It will be sent to all party cells, to all communes in the cities, counties and villages of great Russia. Secret, of course. No one should know what Lenin practically advises. “Communes and cells in town and country should devote themselves to a common and unified goal: to purge the Russian land of all harmful insects,” is the humane expression of the leader of the workers, “from all those who do not agree with the Soviet government. In one place, let them put a dozen rich people, a dozen crooks, half a dozen workers who are not working. In the second – will put them to clean toilets. In the third case, they will be provided with yellow tickets after they leave the punishment cell, forbidding them to work or receive ration cards, so that all the people will watch over them as if they are harmful people. In the fourth case, let them be shot on the spot without trial.”
“I can’t hear it,” Inessa said.
“No, you listen:
And that goes for you, Inessa-ha-ha-ha.
“All residing on the territory of the Russian Federation foreign citizens from the ranks of the bourgeoisie of those countries who are hostile and against us military action in age from 17 to 55 years to conclude in a concentration camp…”
– You all offer to shoot, hide in the camp, who will look for the incorrigible? Inessa asked in surprise.
– Not all. There are fifteen million kulaks in Russia, they should be shot, evicted to Siberia, let them work there until they die like … flies.
– And who will feed Russia? What are you, Volodya? You and I will die if there is no bread.
– The proletariat of other countries… will not leave us in the lurch. Do you think the fists feed us? Anyway. Yes, they hide bread in basements and even there are such cases, they burn it in barns, just so that the Soviet power does not get it, comrade Inessa. A merciless war against these fists. Death to them! Death, death! And their children, and their grandchildren – death!
Lenin was so incensed that saliva began to spray from his mouth. Inessa opened her hands and when they were wet with saliva, gently smeared them on the chief’s bald head. He got up and began to pace the room, hands behind his back.
After a while, Inessa turned, head down, and walked away noiselessly. The chief didn’t even notice. My imagination was at work: my fists, they writhe in pain when their fingers are cut off, then their arms are cut off to their shoulders, but they do not give up, because they are sworn, innate enemies of the people’s power. They were already born like this, so there can be no question of re-education. The same thing happens with Industrialists, capitalists, exploiters, priests, there are many of them-half of Russia, and maybe more. If all are shot, only the proletarian masses will remain, and with these masses a world revolution can be carried out. Nadia was standing behind the curtain in the study, she had heard the conversation with Inessa, she was crying quietly, and when she left, and Volodya came to, she began to say his name almost in a whisper.
– Volodya, it’s my birthday today…
“Inessa, put that insect out the door,” the chief said, looking around the empty office. “Oh, you’re gone, Inessa. Nadia, Nadya-fly, go away. The world revolution does not recognize any birthdays. This is very important. Well, all right, so be it, come and kiss me on the forehead on the occasion of the day of your death.
“Just like in Shushenskoye,” Nadya said, wiping away a tear, not hearing the end of the sentence.
Entered Fotieva, personal Secretary and handed Lenin a cryptogram, or rather a copy sent Trotsky Mezhlauk, commander of the Urals, which reported that the red army EN masse surrender of the enemy and to blame the commanders of those mobilized by the Soviet authorities of the king’s officers. Lenin was enraged. He immediately called Dzerzhinsky. Iron Felix was not long in coming.
– Comrade Dzerzhinsky, look at this. The officers we have mobilized, the so-called military specialists, are sabotaging. Immediately find out the names of the officers from Bronstein, and then shoot their families-father, mother, sons and daughters, regardless of age; brothers, including first and second cousins, grandparents, all, all to the seventh generation. Post lists, let everyone know that the world revolution is merciless to traitors and collaborators of imperialism. Declare to the officers, on personal receipt, that they themselves are responsible for the fate of their families. This is very important.
– On your behalf, Vladimir Ilyich?” Dzerzhinsky asked.
“On behalf of the revolutionary masses, comrade Dzerzhinsky. My information, my instructions, are top secret. My last name should not be mentioned anywhere. I do not belong to myself, I am a part of the revolutionary masses, and on behalf of these masses I give all sorts of orders and instructions, comrade Dzerzhinsky. And you do the same. And my notes should be kept in the party archives forever. They can be opened only after the victory of the world revolution, when not a single imperialist will remain on earth. Do you understand? You can go. And don’t give in to weakness, slobbering, or any bourgeois morality. No morals. Everything that is done in the name of the revolution is moral.
The revvoensovet created by Trotsky sent all the Commissars, these were usually thugs and spies of Jewish nationality – to regiments, army headquarters with the purpose that the Commissars would monitor