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– 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.
A representative of various Jewish communities, Sofia Zlikovna Koshman, was sitting in Lenin’s waiting room, waiting for an appointment. Many members of the Politburo were also sitting in the waiting room. the clock showed 9— 45 am. At this time, Ilyich finished his tea, let go of the belt on his trousers, scratched his beard and looked in the mirror, and only then, when the hands were drawn up to ten, sat down in the chair and pressed the alarm button. In the waiting room, everyone was worried, not whispering, and everyone was thinking about their first sentence. And Sophia, in a gorgeous dress that trailed on the floor, was smiling, trying to talk to anyone, even though she knew only Bronstein Trotsky personally.
Trotsky drew his chair closer, closed his eyes, because the diamond necklace blinded his eyes, and the appearance of the guest deprived him of reason and correct orientation, but he dared to hint at the strawberry, believing that all its charms were reserved for Ilyich, the leader of all workers. She kept wanting to give him the reticule and didn’t know how to do it. At last the reticule fell out of his hands, and Leiba immediately picked it up and handed it to his mistress.
– Oh, this is the wealth of all the Politburo members!
“You’re funny, Leiba, I need a dick, not a dick. I’m not as depraved as you think. This is just a piece of what belongs to our family.
This was another blow to the brain and Leiba already prepared a phrase, but this phrase was not destined to stun the guest. The light bulb lit up, you could enter the king of ancient times. But Sophia was in no hurry. Trotsky broke the dark reign.
“Comrades of the Lord! I suggest that our great guest, the daughter of our friend, wealthy friend, sponsor of all the rabbis of Koshman Zelik Sofya, be admitted to a business meeting with the leader of the peoples. Everyone nodded their heads in agreement, and Sophie said casually:
“Introduce me, Leiba, a friend of our family.
Leiba immediately jumped up and disappeared through the massive door, but something suspiciously quickly reappeared.
– The genius of all mankind is waiting for you, please, “he said, and opened the front door.
Sophie got up and went with a Regal gait to the chief’s office. Lenin sat in a massive leather chair and stroked his bald head with the palm of his right hand. She stopped right in front of the chair, kissed his bald head, and left the reticule on the table just below his chin.
– Is that a bomb?” Lenin said, and leaned back in his massive chair. “Dzerzhinsky, where the hell are you?”
– Volodya, I didn’t think you were so careful, and this is called cowardice in Yiddish. It’s a gift from our family. And I am delegated by all the Jewish communities. However, Yes, I’ll show you.
She immediately got up from her chair, opened her bag, and took out a thousand-carat diamond. Lenin narrowed his eyes so as not to lose sight.
– Yes, it should be nationalized and transferred to the Germans…for support, for…
And he suddenly smiled, seeing and appreciating her beauty.
– Um, I have Inessa-a beautiful woman, but this… what’s your name?” We could get along. My body begins to react, I become stronger, younger, new ideas appear, revolutionary, proleta … sian. Yes ZD…and with all … Naya socialist … evolution. But first, why are you here, what do you want, what are your requests for such a beautiful Jewish woman? I must admit, this is the first time I’ve seen such a Desdemona. Come on, cut my bald head off. Where to go. Every man is weak.
– Vladimir Ilyich, are you a Jew?
– There’s a little something, but why?”
– Why did you declare the nationalization of banks and make all the Jews of the country poor? Our family and I are ruined. Where do we go now? With your hand outstretched? So I came to you and held out my hand. It seems that the Jews are not the last of your robbers, who are popularly called Jews. Everyone in your Politburo is like that.
– They are all hussars, and I am the most hussar among these tailless apes. And when we begin to liberate Germany and then England, I will be a German and then an Englishman. Why? Yes, because the Bolsheviks renounce nationality as such. Now we will not have a Russian holder, but a Soviet person. And for my Politburo members, it doesn’t matter. Now they are all Soviet, and tomorrow they will be Soviet people.
And now for the Jews. All Jews are my friends. They were the first to rush to the liberation of the Hussite proletariat even before the Latvians. And I bet on them, but … and this is very important. For me, Jews are only those who participate in the revolution. The rest … are subject to liquidation as capitalists. Who is your father and his ilk? Exploiters, capitalists, enemies of the proletariat. And you want me to make an exception for him. And I can’t do that. This is my universal postulate-to kill the haves, make everyone equal, eliminate the family, destroy faith in God and believe only in Marxism, and since…, then believe in me – Lenin, the God of the planet Earth.
“Enough! I don’t want to listen to you anymore. You are a real idiot…since the days of king David. I will pass on our conversation to all the Jews and they will hate you.
– Well, don’t be so vindictive. Given your strength and male weakness, I can, and my party, can condescend to not touch your Jewish prayer services and institutions… while the Jewish ones are all subject to destruction. As for your father and your family in General, do the following. Your father-gives all his wealth to the cause of the revolution, the cause of the people, and you dress up as a red army soldier and take up the post of nurse. You will treat the wounded red army men, and I will appoint Panu as the chief of the NKVD of the city of Moscow, where I am going together with my colleagues to make this city the capital of the socialist state. When we meet you on the battlefields, I will award you the Order of the red banner of Labor, like the revolutionary Zalkind.
– I’ve heard of the red fury. She’s senile. You want to make the Jews the killers of Russian? Neither my father nor I, nor any other Jews, will agree to this. You have gathered renegades around you and made them murderers. However, this was easy to do. – You don’t know our Countrywoman. A countrywoman is an outstanding revolutionary. She deserved the order. It proved that you can make revolutions not only with language, but also with an automatic machine. In my letters, I demanded 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 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?
