Chords obscurantism. Volume two

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 how the commanders performed their duties. Much later, the military Commissars were replaced by secretaries of party organizations, not only in army units, but also in civilian life, from kindergarten, school to a large factory, Ministry, and so on.

As a rule, Lenin gave secret instructions to the Commissars. Here are some of them. “Kazan. The revolutionary military Council. Raskolnikov. In case of doubtful commanders, put solid Commissars with revolvers in their hands. Give your bosses a choice: victory or death. Keep an eye on unreliable commanders. For desertion of a person in command, the Commissar is responsible with his head.” As we can see, the Commissars were also under the watchful eye of Lenin and his brainchild, the NKVD.

Soon Trotsky reports that there are not enough revolvers, and without revolvers held to the commander’s head, it is impossible to achieve victory. “You can’t fight without revolvers.”

Lenin soon created special bodies to deal with deserters, and 79036 deserters were immediately arrested and shot. And 98 thousand voluntarily surrendered to the NKVD thugs, who were used as cannon fodder.

Lenin was informed that the red army was disappearing.

– Comrade Dzerzhinsky! Where does he work, in the basement? When he puts the last bullet in the back of the head of the enemy of the world revolution, let him urgently call the leader of the world revolution, Lenin, to me.

“I’m already here,” Dzerzhinsky said. – Wearied. In addition, I had a failure, Vladimir Ilyich. A lady took pity on me. She kept holding her stomach and begging not to shoot in the stomach, because there is a live child there. Asked to leave the life of the child. My hand trembled.

– What are you, a wimp?” Urgent to catch up, to be shot like a dog. We don’t need children from the bourgeoisie.

– No, Vladimir Ilyich, you do it, here’s my gun for you, it’s loaded, go down to the basement, she’s sitting there, crying, how is it? Oh, she’s in shock.

“All right, Felix, sit down. I was told that red army soldiers were disappearing. Is this possible? We must protect the missing. Find and protect.

– I’m afraid that’s not possible.

– How is that impossible?”

– Red army soldiers disappear at night. They are captured, taken away, often to the house, killed, crushed and flushed down the sewer. And all is clear. Do you understand? Our enemies are also awake.

– Then let’s do this. The quarter in which the red army soldier disappeared, we take hostage…together with children and old people. If we don’t get a red army soldier back within three days, we’ll shoot them all. Every single one! Go and carry out the party’s task, comrade Dzerzhinsky. And report, report!

Lenin, when there was no one to reprimand, took up his pen and sent out circulars.

Trotsky: … " the recovery is excellent. I am sure that the suppression of the Kazan Czechs and white guards, as well as the blood-sucking kulaks supporting them, will be exemplary and merciless. Warm greetings to Lenin.”

“Penza. Executive Committee. August 29, 1918. I am extremely indignant that there is absolutely nothing definite from you about what, finally, serious measures of merciless suppression and confiscation of bread from the kulaks of the five volosts you have carried out? Your inactivity is criminal. To carry out mass merciless terror against kulaks, priests and white guards, to lock up doubtful people in a concentration camp outside the city.”

In the same year, the executioner lathers up Trotsky’s neck: “Surprised and alarmed by the slowing down of operations against Kazan… In my opinion, it is impossible to pity the city and put it off further, because merciless extermination is necessary.”

The executioner’s directives to his own people are endless. Lenin is the author of the barrage detachments, which were also used during world war II by his student Dzhugashvili.

Executions were also carried out among the red army.

Endless, shameless demagoguery and empty promises, multiplied by prehistoric animal cruelty, helped Lenin to break the resistance of the white armies in the civil war. White officers, who were mostly the backbone of the army, were brought up in a different environment. These were Russian intellectuals, aristocrats who professed other values. The Russian intellectual was incapable of ripping open the bellies of soldiers who had surrendered in battle, his blood brothers.

An important role was played by the disunity of the commanders whose divisions fought against the red Commissars. They were also not supported by the Entente armies. Russia was destined to be plunged into darkness for many decades of Communist swamp and obscurantism.

10

Having fairly battered his colleagues who disagreed with the methods of forced Paradise, having abandoned the slogan “land for the peasants”, Ilyich remembered that somewhere beyond the Urals, it seems in Tobolsk, in the house of Ipatiev, the Royal family languishes in luxury and debauchery. How is it, why, it is almost a year since the proletarian masses rejected the hated Tsar and his family. This disgrace. Where Yankel Katznelson, Mocellin, crappy Jew? Family members sit down together at a common revolutionary table, eat socialist porridge on water, with silver spoons, then put these spoons back in their bosoms and … and dream of seizing his new Communist throne. Table, table, what impudence! how can this be, is it acceptable? Genius must not yield to anyone. Hang them, burn them alive…in front of the proletariat of the whole world! Pour acid on the corpses, scatter the ashes over France and England, keep the ashes in containers and give a sniff to those who resist the Soviet power…

This thought sent an electric shock through the brain of the leader of the failed world revolution, inflamed with anger and syphilis.

The young daughters, the sick minor Tsarevich Alexey, the doctor, the cook, the housekeeper were under the vigilant control of the chekists, the Lenin guard.

The false fiction of the Leninist, terrorist Communist party that Lenin did not know about the murder of the Tsar’s family, this decision of the local Communists, is designed for fools, as the executioner, their liberator, their sun yasnoya Lenin made them for many years.

But it was no longer revolutionary vigilance that guided the leader, no longer the fear that the Czar might return – the country was already practically broken – now vengeance gave him no peace. She bit him like a flea, she gnawed him like a hungry rat. “My brother Alexander! who hanged him? A king, no matter what, but a king. Burn all the kings! Sasha, you’re still hanging out in front of my eyes. Open your eyes and see how the body of the uncovered princesses burns. Who were you saving your virginity for? For my enemies and the enemies of the world. And I will prove that their purity is not necessary for the revolution. Proletarians, where are you, Latvians, why without weapons?

– Ilyich, what’s wrong with you? Yankel exclaimed in horror, picking up his glasses from the spittle-stained carpet of genius.

– Why is the enemy of Nations and my personal enemy still alive?” You promised me to get acid and soak the entire Royal family in this acid. Yankel, I will send you to them, and you will burn together, Yankel. Is that what you want?” Do you live in my Communist Kingdom? How many mistresses do you have, Yankel? How many wives, what’s your salary? And Tsar Nicholas is still alive, and does not pay a penny for socialist dinners, for borscht, ZP soup, for Balanda and tobacco? Unas conversation was on this a topic not so long ago. Or have you forgotten? Forgot? let me remind you. Felix, where are you?

Yankel began to cry, like an ancient Jew. Who has seen Jews weep? Even the soldiers did not see Hitler, because the Jews are a proud people.

“Put your tears to hell, I don’t need them.” Answer the questions, it will be your alibi.

The sun of all peoples, shoot!!!

– Why, are you mad?

– This is a revolutionary sound from the back hole of the genius of ancient and modern Jews. He will tell me what to do with Nicholas II and his family. Push, push, like this. I didn’t eat much caviar, though. But still, the picture is clear. I have two days to travel from here to the Urals, an hour to prepare, fifteen minutes to shoot, forty minutes to undress, fifty minutes to remove valuables and two minutes to cut off the head of the king and Queen, and five minutes to pack. And then their corpses will float in acid. In this case, the meat is separated from the bones on its own, leaving only bones and skulls. The skulls will be delivered to the Kremlin, and so will the valuables, Ilyich, leader of the people. Don’t ruin it, I’m not thirty yet. And I have no mistresses: e is worth the device, tried. You can try me, I want to be blue, just like you, Volod.

“I approve,” the executioner threw up his hands. – Only on the way think up something new, revolutionary, so that you can report to the proletariat without blushing from slobbering.

Yankel slightly moistened his pants with joy, soared in spirit and asked.

“What did he do to you, Ilych?” He fed you well, gave you a horse, you got married, and you hunted with a gun on your shoulder? Nikolashka did everything he could for you, as if he had a premonition that the time would come when you would change places. Pay him back.

Lenin rolled his eyes and gave his friend a terrible look, and then screamed as much as he could:

“Out! a lousy Jew, a traitor to the revolutionary race. Not a word! I forbid it! Genius forbids it. Dzerzhinsky, where are you?

At this time, shots rang out in the basement.

“Ah, he shoots the enemy!” what music! It’s Beethoven, Beethoven! Is Beethoven a Jew? In short, the train ticket is ready, it’s in my receptionist’s office. Step March to Sverdlovsk.

“Comrade Fotieva! Came on the first call, well done, appreciate, appreciate for loyalty and vigilance, you will get an extra kilogram of black bread as a bonus. In the meantime, call me Dzerzhinsky, urgently, I need him as a revolutionary, a member of the Central Committee, on an arch-important matter. Well, go, go, why are you standing there, blinking your eyes? The prize does not provide for slowness, slowness is peculiar only to the bourgeoisie, and we have already twisted it into a RAM’s horn and lowered this horn to the bottom of the Parasha, – ha-ha!

“Is it Sverdlov?” Fotieva asked. – So you sent him to the Urals … to collect mushrooms.

“Yes, that’s it. That’s his party name, you should know that, by the way. It will remain Sverdlov, gussky, or the counter-revolution has already started rumors that the Lenin Politburo is all Jews. And there are even Jewish pogroms. And Sverdlov-now gussky, he is a great revolutionary, after me, of course. Like me, he’s a husky. Became a hussar. It is three times, four times gussky, as well as the Polish Jew Dzerzhinsky. Behind him is the Urals, and the Urals are the Gus territory, comrade Fotieva. And I Lenin gave him this nationality. Here is Bronstein-a real Jew, smart, talented, not a match for the goose fools, but I baptized him into a goose and called him T… ikim.

How did you baptize if you don’t recognize God? asked Fotieva, who could ask a question that was not allowed to be asked by any Walker.

Who do you think I am? I am God…the proletarian masses.

Ah, I see.

Fotieva rushed to look for Dzerzhinsky, but Lenin still could not stop. He paced the office with rapid steps and uttered great ideas about the trial of Nicholas II.

– This will be the people’s court. No one can call us, including me, the king’s murderer. This is the court of the proletarian masses. Although the Tsar gave me a horse in Shushenskoye, and paid good money for maintenance, and even gave me the opportunity to have a wedding, but the proletarian masses demand his execution. And I can’t help it. And as for the Royal daughters who did not know strawberries, then …let them go to the other world blameless. There they will find both suitors and lovers, ha … ha … ha. Besides, I can’t forget my brother’s execution. Although they offered to repent in the name of saving his life, but he did not agree, and I cannot accept that the Tsar and his children would simply trample on my land, which now belongs to the revolutionary masses. And this is very important. And all the Royal relatives there, there are a lot of them… a certain nun Elizabeth Feodorovna, beautiful, damn it, it would be worth … hug, but this bourgeois beauty is not for me, not for me, it is Archie important. The former wife of the Moscow Governor-General was forced to enter a monastery under the pressure of the masses. But this is her decision. All the more reason why she should suffer a Martyr’s death as her mentor, Christ, who did not exist, ha…ha…ha.Christ, like all priests, will be overthrown. I will replace him with myself. And God, too.

Dzerzhinsky, wiping his bloody fingers with a dirty rag, with a Lenin-style beard, entered the office cheerfully, clapping his hands, thus expressing delight at the decisive steps of his teacher. From his iron-shod boots remained dirty footprints on the shag carpet. Like a whirlwind, he rushed in and fell into a chair, looking at the leader, who was hunched and thin…

“You are like a young man, Vladimir Ilyich,” he said, giving the chief an iron smile. – I am delighted with your steps. These are revolutionary steps. And from your Homeric laughter, inherent only in geniuses, I am delighted. I’ll publish a book about it. At night, when I Wake up and can no longer sleep, the plans of this great book, the hero of which is born in my head independently…And you know, “he lowered his voice to a whisper,” as a man, I’m interested in an intimate question. This is dictated by the fact that I, as a man, began to pass. Even a young, revolutionary-minded girl from the Gopnik family can sometimes not excite me in order for me to satisfy her in the interests of the revolution. How are you? like you and Inessa, because she is already old, or at least she seems to be, her temples have begun to cover with ash, and she walks with a slight stoop, although she is much younger than you and Nadezhda Konstantinovna. Is she hot in bed? It must be hot if you still keep it around. Tell me, by revolutionary vigilance, no one will know about it. Maybe I should find a more experienced and a young woman gopnick?

– Felix, remember, with age, love for a woman fades into the background, but there is a love for the Country. If you consider Russia your homeland, then there are problems, I don’t like Russia. You, Fe, Fu, would be suitable for the daughters of Tsar Nicholas, if they did not threaten the world revolution with their existence, I would recommend one of them to you. And I’m going to send Inessa South to Frunze, but so that she can’t go back again, so that she likes it there, and so that she stays there for about thirty years. As a revolutionary, you could have handled any one of them. The body of the tsarevens is tender, Royal…, though filthy, hostile, intelligent, and the intelligentsia is shit, comrade Fe, or A Warsaw bandit. And you…find yourself a young revolutionary from the people, take it from prison, because you have already been there, you know what kind of ardent gopnichki that were forced to expropriate in freedom, for which they were imprisoned by the tsarist regime. It will restore your ability. That’s it, comrade Fe.

And now to business. Here’s the thing. The fact is that the king and his family do not stop bothering me. Even in my dreams I see them, their claws bared, they come to me. How dare they? Who allowed them to disturb the leader of the world revolution?

You, comrade Fe, just listen to what Nechaev writes! He writes that it is necessary to destroy the entire Royal family. Bravo Nechaev! But he didn’t manage to do it, didn’t have time. “So what this great revolutionary failed to accomplish, we will do.”

The proletarian masses will approve of the execution of the Tsar’s family. Every single one of them; the servants, the doctor, the watchman, the cleaner, and the dish washer – all those who surround Tsar Nicholas the Bloody, because they are imbued with the Royal spirit. Not revolutionary, but the Royal. Tsar Nicholas deserves it. Who killed my elder bat Alexander? the tsarist government was killed. Not killed, in the sense of shooting, but hanged. So we must hang them all on red square, for the General view of the proletarian masses. Quartered and then hanged, then taken off, quartered again and hanged again, and the only son – heir bled and hanged to hang in the wind. And the proletarian masses will be delighted with this humane action. That I’m saying “humane”. The proletarian revolution does not recognize humanism. Humanism is a bourgeois concept that is hostile to us. Bakunin also said… what did he say, do you remember, Fe? If you remember, come back. Am I right, comrade, or am I wrong? However, the chief is always right.

Lenin could not stop. He went so far as to demand that the king’s bones should be ground, all burned, and scattered over the Sahara desert.

Dzerzhinsky, who did not receive a satisfactory answer to an intimate question of interest, did not repeat it, knowing well that if he repeated his question, Lenin would roll out his bloodshot eyes and chatter for a long time with notes of diabolical suspicion of treason to the world revolution and its enemies. So he turned his attention to the problem that so concerned his chief.

– Vladimir Ilyich! let me give you my personal opinion. It may be different if you order it or the Central Committee does not agree with it. I don’t even know whether to say it or not. But in the interests of the world revolution, I will take a bold step.

“Go ahead, Dzer…,” the chief said.

– Thank you and long live Lenin! Fe exclaimed, getting up. “Well. It seems to me impractical to try the Royal family publicly in an open court. Why? Yes, because, for example, to judge the children of the Tsar, especially the sick infant Tsarevich Alexey, there is nothing to do. They did not commit any crimes before the revolution and could not commit them. They are children. Teens. I am sure that we will overcome the white guards and all sorts of counter-revolutionary scum, and you will establish yourself as the head of a great state, then your authority will spread to other countries. We will begin to be recognized and establish diplomatic relations. With the world revolution, it seems, a small respite, it seems to have receded into the shadows, at least until we end the Civil war. And the execution of children will allow the leaders of capitalist States to ask our diplomats the same question: why? I don’t think it’s in our best interests.

– Well, we will discuss this issue at the Plenum of the Central Committee of the RCP (b). You will make this proposal there. But keep in mind that the execution of the Royal family, including children, will be carried out by you, not by you personally, but under your leadership. The Jews are our people. You’re Polish Jew, fen, so do this humane action with the hands of Jews. You can go. Oh, wait! Don’t tell anyone about this conversation, okay? Understand or not? If you understand, repeat it. No one should know that the great Lenin executed the Tsar’s children, understand or not? I had nothing to do with it. This issue should not be discussed at the Plenum. And if we discuss it, I will not go to this Plenum. I had nothing to do with it, nothing to do with it like this, Fe.

– By the name of the revolution!” no one will know that the great Ilich demanded the execution of children.

“But Fe, why did I call you?”

“I don’t know, batona.

– Yankel went on my assignment to the Urals. You should follow. He can’t do it alone. The family is large, the servants are there, the doctor, the cooks. Help, DUI Fe, one foot here, the other there. Everything! The chief demands it.

– I can’t, and there’s no point. I have a hundred people languishing in the basement, mothers with their children. Everyone is asking for their lives to be taken. I have nothing to give to the hungry to eat, you can’t go to the toilet, hope for life is lost, they hear shots in the back of the head, they demand shots, Ilyich. Take my place, then I’ll go.

– Er, no, I’m not a killer, – Lenin narrowed his eyes and burst out laughing. Stay Fe, the sound of your shots calms me. Dzerzhinsky got up, put his fingers to the visor, and surreptitiously twirled a finger at his temple on the way out, heading for the basement.