i have to search you jackson, there are new rules, wow, signor trodsky finally agreed to security, no one asked his consent, we don’t want anything to happen. they killed us in our city and made us a laughing stock. i 'll keep this, you can take it when you leave. good afternoon, comrade rossky,

don’t you have anything else to amuse yourself with? i have been working in this chair since i moved here, and as you already understood, after yesterday, i am not going to give up either my ideas or my habits, no matter how many your idol didn’t send killers here, maybe you...’ call, he can do it better , but he refuses to come, he’s afraid that the infection of violence will spread to his house, give me your hammer, don’t be afraid, i can handle it, please , you constantly call stalin a murderer, but aren’t you as much a bloodthirsty tyrant as how many victims there are on your account, the critical situation required the question not of the number

of victims, but for what they were sacrificed, the dead are always dead, that’s exactly why it should think about the living, they belong the future, the death of the past fertilizes the present and gives rise to the future, everything, all the losing tyrants justified the sacrifices made by great goals and the fact that contemporaries could not understand them, if it was possible to avoid victims, i did everything possible for this. yes, sometimes, even to the detriment of oneself .

gentlemen, the council of workers' deputies of st. petersburg proposes to immediately begin a general strike on january 9. we’ve already seen what your peaceful protest is worth, that’s enough, do you really think that your general strike will cope with their bayonets, we need to act radically, what are you proposing, what is the only thing a normal man can and should offer , arm ourselves, arm ourselves, arm the workers, we urgently need to expand the underground production of weapons, print

leaflets calling for revolution, and then, only then will they hear us and will talk on equal footing trotsky, you can tear your pants, comrades, comrades, the path of armed uprising is not our path, if you haven’t understood this yet, trotsky, you’d better be left... why does it stink of sour cabbage soup everywhere here, dr. gelfon, this is what printing ink smells like, i myself have hated this smell since childhood, for god’s sake, tell me. that it was not in vain that i came to this

damned city, i’m afraid you have nothing to please me with, herk kobert, as a member of the st. petersburg council of workers’ deputies, i declare that this is a gathering of impotent colleagues, i heard that your favorite trotsky has appeared in the city? yes, he is rapidly gaining authority in the working environment, but we are not going to step on the same rake, you know, which was not included in the january 9 revolution, sacred sacrifices, the popular name on our lips, people would dare to overthrow the regime, do you think that trodsky would be suitable for the role of such a victim? why not? you yourself say, the people love him, he is young, hot-tempered, smart, why should a gendarmer kill trotsky? arrest and exile, as usual. who told you that

the gendarmes would hug him? and you want me to kill him ? this is impossible, how much do you want for this work? keep 30 pieces of silver from yours, keep it, don’t be afraid, we will do all the dirty work ourselves, your task is to make sure that in this city... the dog knows about trotsky, everything else is not your business, in vain we did this, it was necessary

to enlist the support of the council, the council is a pathetic bone that was thrown to us in order to plunder, in order to nullify the revolution, until we take matters into our own hands, we will achieve nothing, the revolution is like a woman, delayed, therefore, we need strength, we need an armed worker. hands up so you can see. search, leave, cross, maris tovariich, fool,

let's go. the gendarmes confiscated the leaflets from circulation, killed one comrade, now everyone has a printing press, they will post guards, well, it doesn’t matter, we just started, a month ago we didn’t even have that. you you don’t understand, now russia is like an apothecary’s jar, it depends on whether the workers support us, which cup will outweigh it, we need 100 pieces of paper, tens of thousands, but we need a newspaper, lev,

look at me. look at me. i fell in love with a man who does not give in to difficulties. i don't intend to be disappointed. my man doesn't back down and doesn't give up. he always wins. and you are my lion. and no one will stop you.

i will not take money from the germans, this is the logic of the victim, they want to use me, but you are not a victim trodsky, you are an aggressor, that’s why i won’t allow anyone to manipulate me, let’s look at it from the other side, where else than in germany will they catch the flame of the russian revolution, they want to use you, and you use them, take money from them at their own expense, show an example of the revolution to the germans.

i see, you haven’t called yourself principles, principles interfere with commerce, you need a platform, i have everything, money, connections, a newspaper that will provide you with this platform as a guarantee, i want you to know, you are deeply unpleasant to me, i am now i live tomorrow morning in editors. our newspaper, the proletariat must not only call for revolution, but above all, go for it, revolution cannot be scheduled for a certain day or hour, as a demonstration, not a single people has ever made a revolution on command, but due to the inevitably growing catastrophe, it is necessary already now, determine the most successful positions , arm, at the right moment, strike

the entire line with alarm, there is a revolutionary proletarian mass, it is necessary to be able to simultaneously, throughout the entire space of russia, bring this mass to the streets and unite it in common cry. dot. bissers thompson and khodasheviy, stupid clowns, you haven’t been seen for a long time, and the boy, even 30 miles back and forth, wouldn’t come now, but his granddaughters asked to show them the city,

haha, i’m parsley, and you have a millet grain ? no, but i have, through the armament of a working man and revolutionary violence, to a just world of universal equality, at the cost of the greatest self-sacrifice, with the blood of our best sons , i bought with... our homeland bought its freedom, such only giveaways, why didn’t we please you, jew, the hori didn't come out, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it, that's it, the old jew is leaving, i'm asking you

, baby, you're my little jew , beauties, don't cry here, don't cry, come on, little guy, go, little girl , he wants his grandfather, well, look, he’s our grandfather, yes, you want no one to beat your grandfather, the fish is my favorite, he wants it, girl, well done, well, then yes, then eat, then, eat, eat, little jew, beauty, eat, eat, eat for your grandfather, that’s it, come on

, i won’t beat your grandfather, then, well done, you see, now no one touches your grandfather, which is good for you. no no no.

leva, what else is there, hello. piss.

i’ll have tea david ledich, i’ll make do, my dear, i won’t either. let's go for a walk with my father, now, why not, at night the capital shows its true face, you didn't like my natasha, i didn't come to her, to

you. you can’t imagine what a terrible beast you are releasing, it’s a dark force, terrible, before you know it, it will swallow up everyone, and then you yourself, kid, you don’t need to, but you don’t understand anything about it, the future is ours, and it's not as dark as you think, damn it, otherwise father, don’t treat me the way you treat these guys of yours, don’t inflame me. fire, son, this is hellish fire, devilish, don’t fan it, you know, i don’t believe in either god or the devil, it’s impossible to stop stories , it’s impossible, and they almost killed your daughter, and you want to give they have weapons, i’m sorry for what you had to go through, be careful, look around, this is your new world, it’s all like this and

will never be different, do you want to sacrifice your children? for these bastards? yes, i will sacrifice, and i will sacrifice my wife, and home and dog, half the world is praying for the one who gave his life for their sins, they themselves are not capable of sacrificing a bit of their bourgeois happiness, but i am ready, i am capable, i can, clearly, you are not a person, you, and you will not take it off me anymore, i curse you, finally you said it out loud, you cursed me even when i left the gymnasium, yes, you never believed in me, and i will prove to you that i am right, and no one will stop me.

i don’t even know what to say, it’s one thing to consider someone else’s life as the building material of history, it’s immoral, but at least it’s understandable, but to be consciously prepared sacrifice your loved ones, family, quickly, and if you were offered to lead the soviet union in exchange for life... natalya ivanovna would be the first to offer such a choice. my god, don't look at me like that. frank, along the way i lost two children, the worst has already happened to me. we have another problem, lev. which? the cook

refuses to go to work. so, let me guess, the contagion of violence? clear. the operation is postponed. frank. do you know how to slaughter a rabbit? i didn’t have to, but i was taught in childhood, my father taught me, come with me if don’t be afraid of blood, this strike should develop into something more, yes, but the masses of the people are not ready yet, we have just begun to rock the boat, then weapons, without them you yourself understand, the boat and your people, the european economy is bursting at the seams, including and germany, action, if something goes wrong, i promise you that your revolutionary friends will immediately find out about our cooperation, stop,

let’s go, i say no. no, i won’t lead the people to bayonets now, we have just conveyed to the workers the call for arms, damn it, there’s a general strike for another reason we may not be able to bring out such a number of embittered people at one time in one place. paros, do you know how many revolvers can be produced illegally in one night shift at the putilov plant, three, only three porus, of which one is the best. will shoot, it’s a drop in the ocean, we need time, popular anger, a resource that is being exhausted, lev davidovich, it’s running out, it’s dwindling, just as

the generosity of my patrons is dwindling , you know what, go to hell with your mitsinates, tell them so. i'm restless, i'm afraid for you all the time, stupid, you knew what kind of life i live, it’s not about you, i don’t believe parvos, that’s normal. nobody believes him, but the paradox is that he is right, and if i see this, then others even more so, the revolution will either come to naught, or it

will be led by scoundrels and taurus, like parvos, i’m scared to tell you this, but we won’t give it up . this is your revolution, what is it, what's wrong with you? nothing, i'm just tired.

so just come here, my friend, today is your turn, by the way, i don’t even understand why you started talking about the fifth... and it was the right decision, painful, humiliating, but the only correct one, then in 905 i found myself between a hammer and an anvil, one force longed for my death, physical, the other was smarter, therefore more terrible, please.

my generals are tearing each other's hair out, arguing about what to do with these damn revolutionaries, some are shouting to fill the side with blood, others are offering to negotiate, saying that the economy will not withstand the carnage, while they are arguing, the modest governor of saratov managed to curb the revolutionary mood entrusted to his care in the city, it is an honor to serve to the fatherland, your majesty, you probably know something that is unknown to my general, mr. stalypin, share the recipe, it’s good. kolya is flogged with susum, so alexander nevsky, for example, did not attack the enemy, but allowed the tivtonians to break out of the weak ice themselves, they sank under the weight of their armor. i invited you here, pyotr arkadvich, not to express myself in riddles. i apologize, your majesty, i wanted to say that with the rebels, in my opinion , we should act in exactly the same way as the nev with the kivtonians, let them act as they don’t want to shoot at them, like on january 9,

but, on the contrary, force them to shed blood. this will forever seal the revolution of its leaders in the eyes of the people. and if they don’t want to shed blood. in this case, they will always have our people dressed as workers in their camp. they will open fire on the troops, thereby forcing the soldiers to retaliate. all the blame for the shed blood will fall on the revolutionaries, and not on the court, your majesty. general strike, everyone to demonstrate, let those who are afraid hide, comrades, the laws of the criminal government, these are criminal laws, and the criminal cannot and will not dictate to us how to live, let him hear your voice, see your strength, yes. let

them shudder from fear, let everyone go to the manifestation, come on. it has begun, report to the sovereign, it is urgent to convene a meeting in the government. now

our time has come, sergei sergeevich, act decisively, but without unnecessary eyes. you're scared, late fighter, there's no turning back, but i'm scared. i'm afraid to see

people die for the first time, death is not scary, especially when it is justified by history, in any case case, after today, the world will never be the same again, yes, i know, our children will live in a different world, i didn’t want to. natasha, it seems to me that you’d better leave the city, just in case, i’m not going anywhere, and no matter what happens, i’ll stay next to you, natasha, leva, don’t even start, you know that your oratory has no effect on me a gift, besides, we agreed that i decide everything at my own discretion.

down with the power of snickering factory owners and politicians, space, let's throw off the chests of the working people, the forged boot of the gendarmes, turns blue, turns blue, don’t show your legs ahead of time, pull in your belly, don’t stare with your eyes, otherwise your brothers will see through you in an instant, and most importantly, shoot no earlier than they reach

the square, you feel, trotsky, this is your day, your history is yours revolution, take your time, he must die with as many witnesses as possible. beware of the royal police. trutssky, why did you stop, don’t say that you were scared, it will be violent

, to hell with it, you yourself wanted this, you yourself achieved this, will you really stop at the moment when there is only one left before the revolution all-city.

the manifestation reached the creative square. keep an eye on trotsky, not a single hair should fall from his head. check everything again, especially attics and roofs. comrades, we have stepped on the chest of the ruling gang. they promised us freedom, voting rights, legislative power, and where? where is all this, do they have faith after this? no, nicholas

ii. he began his reign by thanking the grenadiers for the murder of yaroslavl workers like you, and now he arranged it himself. "bloody sunday, for him, russia is a street girl with whom you can to do everything for an insignificant handout, does he have faith after that? no, no, look around, has anything changed since yesterday, no , have the tyuyurev gates opened, no, we can still hear groans." the grinding of teeth from behind these damned walls. have our exiled brothers returned to their hearths ?

, nicholas ii. and his gold-followers consider themselves the salt of the earth, and you, stupid, obedient cattle, gears, their well-fed life, overwhelmed with the blessings, but no. they are mistaken, it is you, the salt of the earth. why are you silent, continue, now they they want us to go with our bare hands, at their bayonets, they want again... in her own

blood, but this will not happen, our life belongs to us only to us, and we will not give it up for a snuff of tobacco, we will choose a different path , they, i tell you, they will pay very dearly for the blood of our brothers. comrades, let’s go home, what are you doing, what are you doing? let's go our separate ways.

you made the right choice because you are bloodless. because your square is free, the crowd dispersed without a single shot, how they dispersed, what the hell, you brat, you yourself they said arrest him immediately, i obey, immediately.

mr. stalyp, come on, really, i feel uncomfortable every time you meet, i spoke about you at the treasury, come in, they will write you a check, i hope now in st. petersburg the german spy network is over, i hope, excuse me, i have a lot of things to do. and also, as soon as you receive a check from russia, i have the honor, by all means, leave us.

who are you? the one who, let's say, was tasked with restoring order in the country, and for this you were ready to kill hundreds of people? how do you sleep at night? i’m not complaining about sleep, you see what's the matter, i'm ready to make sacrifices, but only if absolutely necessary , and there was none, stop lying, why then was it necessary to transfer troops to the city, i had to be prepared for any options, i'm a pragmatist, revolution sooner or later i i’ve gained time

, i’ll do everything possible to make the revolution bloodless, this is where you miscalculated, we’ll come back and destroy you all. you don’t understand one thing: any religion involving blood is a monster that sooner or later devours its own children. do you think feed him us and he will calm down, no, think about it at your leisure. i was glad to meet you in person, and reflect like this, jackson, this is no longer a rabbit, this is a piece

of meat, would you like some water, everything is fine, let’s better talk about you, come on, why did you change your mind and not go on the assault? in the world of intangibles this is called the sixth sense. drop the trodskys. you don't believe in god. why not admit it's obvious that you're simply chickening out? well, here's the obvious. in 905, the people were not ready for revolution. there were no weapons, there was no clear program of action, there was no majority support. well yes, i was scared. yes, no, there is no torture, no death . i got scared, that's it. the most useless victims that we have been chatting about here since the morning, that these are just words, the facts say the opposite, okay, here’s another fact for you, if they had killed me then, there would have been no

revolution, are you really still they didn’t understand that the revolution was me. why did you get up? so the coal has run out, i was already reporting to my friend termus near kolyazin where i will get coal for you, they said stock up on firewood, but where will i get firewood, there is no forest, what will i use to heat the benches, yes even with your oak head, you wanted to go to court, damn, you are gathering people, comrade

sermak, you will have firewood, comrade. herod, what are you doing, my son is buried right there, you are helpless, there is no christ for you, i will kill you,

flog you! finish loading and let's go, in 2 hours we should be in nikolaev, lev davidovich, with these, what to do, let's go, let's go.

probably difficult to understand. who never made sacrifices, you forgot that i fought, i know this science no less than you, then why don’t you eat? because everything is simple, we need to eat, so, for this we killed

rabbit, that's all, this is a justified sacrifice, this is different, life did not allow me to be like you, which means like me, a young fool who longs for the truth, but immediately turns away, will take her away, because the truth is cruel, and you are a young man . who is still dreaming about something. i'm tired of enduring your insults, if it weren't for your age, i would. it's not an insult, it's the truth, frank. if you don't like it, you can get the hell out and never come back. and you couldn’t prove anything to me, because in my world the truth is the truth. natasha, see him off, not something that allows lev trodsky to find compromises with his conscience. natasha, take him out. father, why have you come? didn't you call me? yes, i wanted to talk, you

haven't changed much. i remember when you were little, i dreamed that you would get an education, graduate from university, and become a respected person. but you chose a different path, took a different name for yourself, and now your heart is completely empty, this is bad, i wanted to destroy the order built on the inequality of people, what’s wrong with that, but you asked people whether they needed it or not, and you asked me, son, i worked all my life , grew bread, built our house, and you devoted

your life to destruction, i wanted to create for all people a world where justice is ruled , equality, and sooner or later i will do it, and people will see, what kind of people are you, you are a jew, leiba, you will never become one of their own for them, our jew came from dragozh, and his mare was not strong, he was a slave to torture, what to work with a mare , and raabin answers, and you slaughter it, eat horse meat, keep your eyes on the candles, and intestines on books, and what grew under the tail, so that it would go to the whole jewish world.

preshell leave. hello, this is the news on the first in the studio maria vasilyeva at the beginning of the issue, briefly about the main topics. the gaza sector was again under attack , the troops hit the territory of the refugee camp, more than half a dozen died. people, israel is also under fire, explosions in the north and south of the country, as well as in tel aviv. they must see.