University of Vienna Falls Behind

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Chapter 10 Sting

1919 years.

Moscow.

When Nadezhda returned home and took off her coat, she did not find Vladimir in the room. Nadezhda knew where Vladimir was and opened the balcony door. Nadezhda was here. Found Vladimir.

Today's Moscow is very cold, but today's Moscow is rarely sunny, and the warm sunshine is sprinkled on this land.

Vladimir sat on the lounge chair and looked into the distance.

Holding a book in his hand, the new economic changes in peasant life, if you look at it from the current point of view, the content of the book is a bit too young and not suitable for the times, but it is also the first book written by Vladimir book, he was afraid of forgetting his original goal.

Nadezhda knew what made Vladimir like this, but she didn't understand what was going on?

That was a few months ago.

After Vladimir received a letter from Berlin.

I was very angry at first, then became irritable after a long time, and finally picked up the letter and read it over and over again, and finally it became like this.

And that letter, no matter who it was, Vladimir would not allow anyone else to touch it.

Neither can anyone.

"My dear Nadya, can you tell me, can you tell me, are we getting old?"

Vladimir spoke suddenly.

Let Nadezhda a little stunned.

"That doesn't sound like something you would say."

"Hey."

Vladimir sighed deeply. He raised his head and looked into the distance, to the land he loved, and he continued to question.

"Do you think we're on the right path? Do you think the path we're on will be successful? Nadya, I can't see it."

"I don't know, Vladimir, you should know better than I do. We are walking on a road that no one has ever traveled before. It is a dark road without any light. We have to move forward in the dark, but as long as we hold Tighten each other's hands, and we will not be afraid of falling."

"If Yakov, if he were still there..."

Vladimir said.

"Is that the letter? Why does just one letter affect you so much?"

Vladimir did not answer.

It was a letter from the Hohenzollern family a few months ago.

At that time, Vladimir was still surprised, why the Hohenzollern family wrote to him, which made Vladimir unable to understand.

But when seeing the content of the letter.

Vladimir was furious.

It pointed out all kinds of problems in Soviet Russia in detail, with a sharp and merciless tone, and even told him to stay away from women, which was simply echoing the rumors that attacked him.The name of Anastasia von Hohenzollern was used in the final inscription, and Anastasia was marked in Russian.

If it wasn't for being too familiar with Gorky's handwriting, Vladimir would even think that Gorky was deliberately trying to fix himself.

Only when Vladimir calmed down and read the letter again.

The contents of the letter made Vladimir's scalp tingle with a cold sense of reality.

If it was Vladimir 20 years ago.

The contents of the letter may be dismissed.

But today's Vladimir is no longer young, but Soviet Russia is very young. They have passed the era of high-spirited and bloody pursuit of dreams. What Vladimir faces is facing the bloody reality hidden under the huge Soviet Russia.

And a word enough to sting Vladimir's soul.

Great famine.

Forcing Vladimir to change his economic policy immediately.

The content of the letter also pointed out that Vladimir's own time was only a few years away, and it pointed out precisely what would happen to Soviet Russia after his death?

all in all.

Almost ridiculed.

The owner of this letter should be an arrogant, arbitrary guy who never cares about other people's eyes.

But that being said, the real meaning of this letter is to help Vladimir. It really pointed out the problems existing in Soviet Russia very sharply, and even gave corresponding solutions. Tsky has an amazing understanding.

This made Vladimir really puzzled. The owner of this letter, from the royal family of Hohenzollern, seems to be expecting Soviet Russia to become better?

Vladimir did not understand.

But he deeply felt that he had only a few short years of life left, what was he to bear?

He didn't want to wait until after his death.

People's evaluation of themselves is that Vladimir has completed his historical mission, which is not enough, far from enough.

"Go and meet that person."

Nadezhda spoke suddenly.

Vladimir sat up straight and looked at Nadezhda.

Nadezhda continued.

"I won't go with you, I'll stay in Moscow."

Vladimir stood up with a cane. Since the assassination, his body has been deteriorating. Vladimir can clearly feel his life passing in his body, telling him that his time is running out.

He came to the edge of the balcony and looked at the land from the balcony, a magnificent Moscow.

This magnificence was too commonplace for Soviet Russia.

He spent three years in Siberia, where Vladimir was deeply impressed by the depth of the land, deep enough to bury everything.

"Are you going to wait for me?"

"I can."

"If I can't come back?"

"I will still wait for you here, and we will all wait for you on this land."

Vladimir turned, holding his cane in both hands, watching Nadezhda.

"Comrade Nadezhda, please help me plan my trip to Berlin."

"Okay, Comrade Vladimir."

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This matter has not been made public.

Going to Berlin is a secret within a secret, and as Vladimir, it's not a good thing, especially in the dark tide of Berlin these days.

Vladimir has to go.

He was going to Berlin to meet the person who wrote the letter, to find the answer he wanted. In fact, Vladimir didn't know what he wanted. It was like he couldn't see where the road was going in the darkness, but He has to go.

Fortunately, the person who wrote the letter accepted it quite readily.

The two met on the top floor of a hotel in Berlin.

Vladimir didn't take many people there. If someone wanted his life in a place like this, no matter how many people he brought, it wouldn't help, especially if the other party was the royal family of Huohenzollern, if the other party really wanted his own Life, let's try it.

As Vladimir climbed the floors, he could hear sweet singing from upstairs.

The singing made Vladimir less happy.

sweat, clover, captive

The wind howls on the field

crows hovering above

The mill fell silent

Shamrocks thrown into animal troughs

The old man muttered in a low voice

white kill red

red kill white

white kill red

red kill white