for you all the time, stupid, you knew what kind of life i am , it's not about you, i don't believe parvasthers even more so, the revolution will either come to naught, or it will will be led by scoundrels and taurus, like sails, i’m scared to tell you this, but what, but don’t give it away, this is your revolution, what is it, what’s wrong with you? nothing, i'm just tired. so come here, my friend, today is your turn, i understand why you started talking about the fifth year, you stupidly lost the revolution, do you justify subsequent sacrifices with this? lost, yes, and it was the right decision, painful, humiliating, but. the only thing right, then in 905 i found myself between the hammer and the anvil, one force thirsted for my death, physical, the other was smarter , my generals are tearing each other’s hair out, arguing about what to do with these damn revolutionaries, some are shouting to fill the star with blood, others are offering to negotiate, saying that the economy will not withstand the massacre. while they are arguing, the modest governor of saratov managed to curb the revol