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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.
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