Bloody Heart

Radhishev once said: "This is not a dream. Our vision has penetrated the thick curtain of time, and we have seen through a full 100 years." Pugachev once realized half of his predictions, and now, 100 years The time has not passed, and the other half of the prophecy has been committed to fulfillment.

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1/8/2/5/年12月14日，清晨。队伍不断涌/入元/老/院广场，汇成一片几千人的海洋。

"Demand the constitution/law!"

"Democracy!" The air-conditioning exhaled could not freeze the boiling square, and more and more people were attracted by the shouts.This is Russia, where the Tsar/Emperor/A/Calendar/Shan/Da/One/World died suddenly, and the new Tsar/Emperor has not yet ascended the throne. On this long-frozen land, unprecedented magma is bursting out at this moment.

Among the uprising team was a man who was obviously younger. Among the tall men, his thin body looked like a boy—in fact, he was indeed a boy.

"Support the monarch/lord/establish/constitution, abolish the serf/slavery/system!" His voice was as passionate as the surrounding environment, and he was drowned in the torrent of shouting as soon as he uttered it.At this time, the uprising crowd was in high spirits and excitement, and the young man's heart was infected and beat violently, as if it was about to jump out of his chest, his face was flushed with excitement. "Support the monarch/lord/establish/constitution, abolish the peasant/slavery/system!" He couldn't help but shouted again.He didn't turn his head until he realized that the surrounding seemed too quiet, and said nervously and excitedly: "Bestuyev, look, we are about to succeed!"

The man who has been following him is an adult man, about 30 years old, with black hair combed back rigorously, and a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose. He looks calm and stable, and he can't match this hot scene anyway.However, in fact, he was one of the members of the leading group/organization of this uprising.Paul-Bestuyev is his name. He and other noble/family/officials participated in the war against Na/Pole/Lon. It was that war that made them see the prosperity of Western/Europe and realize To the backwardness of Russia.

"Raise/gun, battle formation!" Bestuyev focused on directing the situation on the square, and did not answer the boy beside him.He vaguely felt that the uprising had gone too smoothly so far, and the queue marched towards the lair of the ruler with loaded guns. Looking at the arm of the young man next to him, he said in a deep voice, "If the uprising fails, disappear as quickly as you can, understand?"

Confused by his sudden words, the boy nodded reluctantly and stiffly: "Okay...Okay!" After speaking, he broke away from Bestuyev's hand and chased forward.He sneered at the man's worry in his heart: "How could it fail? We are already close at hand, but the tsar/king still hasn't responded." As he spoke, a determined smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, mixed with excitement and apprehension, full of excitement Unpolished boyish sharpness.

In fact, he still has the second half of the sentence in his heart, which is soaked with deeper joy: In a quarter of an hour, maybe only a quarter of an hour later, I will be the new life of this land.

And in the palace in front of him, someone sneered at this - "A group of arrogant and clumsy, jumping clowns."

"Ready?"

"Yes."

Luxurious window curtains and exquisite window lattices separated the heat of the square, and the Tsar's palace was the coldest place in all of Russia.When Catherine died, no one succeeded her as she had succeeded Peter.The freshness gradually becomes old, the once liberated souls of the people are imprisoned again, and the ropes on the shoulders of the serfs are dragging heavier and heavier.After Peter's death, Ivan had enthusiastically wanted to continue his career. This time, he still had a slight expectation in his heart for a possible heir, but as time passed, this expectation naturally disappeared.

It has been the case since ancient times that people leave politics.Having experienced it last time, he was not surprised by it.So gradually, he himself gave up the enthusiasm he once had in his heart.

At this moment, his eyes were cast out of the window, the cold purple color didn't even bother to taunt: "Then fire/cannon."

After a while, successive cannons sounded in the square, and the shells fell and exploded in the dense crowd. Ivan couldn't hear people's screams through the ice-like glass.He looked at it for a while, then turned away dully.Because there were too many people, he naturally didn't see the face in the crowd that looked like his own when he was a teenager.

The first cannon/bullet fell about three meters away from Bestuyev. He quickly rolled to the side to avoid being affected. When he stood up, his glasses had fallen somewhere. He blurred his vision and shouted hoarsely Said: "Braginski, run!" He tried to find the boy's figure, but his eyes were blurred and he couldn't find anything.

Another shell fell, and Bestuyev was splashed with dust, barely saving his life.People in the square fled in all directions, and he had to give up the search. It was important to escape.He could only pray secretly in his heart that that young man would not die just like this—he would not die easily, but his death represented something more regrettable than simple death.

"Seal/lock the square, arrest/arrest all suspicious people." Ivan still gave the order indifferently, turning a blind eye to the tragedy caused by the artillery bombardment, or he had long been numb.

Bestuyev's vision was blurred, and he carefully avoided the shelling, but when he was about to escape, he was surrounded by three military police regiments rushing towards him. "You're under arrest!" The gendarme roughly twisted his arm back, and Bestuyev tried to fight them, but instead of getting freedom, he was beaten violently.They escorted him and the other hundred or so people they arrested/arrested to the bottomless prison.

After being thrown into the cell, Bestuyev didn't care to complain about the pain all over his body. After the military police left, he softly called out the boy's name. "Bestuyev? Are you here? That's great, I was worried that you would die!" In the darkness, his call was finally answered.Judging from Braginsky's tone, he seemed to be fine, and Bestuyev was relieved.Braginsky was in the cell next to him. He heard the sound of his clothes rubbing against the ground. The boy slowly moved to his side. Now there was only an iron fence between the two of them.

"I was thrown out by the air wave caused by the shell/shell, and now I have broken a leg, but it will recover probably tomorrow." Braginski understated it, as if he was narrating something about someone else.

When Bestuyev heard that he was in good spirits, he couldn't help feeling better, and replied: "I told you not to relax your vigilance before coming here, but you still didn't listen to the advice as always. Is this all right? Long memory."

Braginski chuckled twice, teasingly said: "Yes, yes, old father..."

Bestuyev laughed at himself, recalling that he brought Braginsky who was on the verge of losing consciousness from the vast wasteland a few years ago, and watched this guy grow rapidly from a little guy to the handsome boy in front of him , it seems that there is indeed a feeling of becoming a father ahead of time—it is said to be ahead of time, because his own son has just been born not long ago.When he thought of his children, he thought of his wife Sashenka. The future of being arrested/arrested was uncertain, and he didn't even know if he would see her again... His heart became heavy again.

However, Braginsky next to him said somehow, "It's so cold here, I'm starting to miss Sashenka."

……Me too.Sighing, Bestuyev still didn't say anything.Closing his eyes, Sashenka's charming curly hair and soft smile appeared in the darkness, Bestuyev secretly told himself that for the sake of the young country/country around him and far away at home, he might have just heard Sashenka, who cried bitterly for the failure of the uprising, must live on.

In January of the following year, a revolution also took place in the South, which also ended in failure.During this period, Bestuyev, Braginsky and others have been detained/detained, and the tsar/imperial government has established a "secret/secret/trial/interrogation/committee/member/committee". Some were taken out of their cells and brought back bruised.Bestuyev has also been interrogated/interrogated. Obviously, he has a higher status in the revolutionary/organization/organization and he received a harsher punishment than ordinary people. After he returned to his cell, he developed a high fever and his wound festered , the situation is not optimistic.Braginsky tried to use fierce protests to get some medicine and treatment, but all he got in return was a sneer, and he could only watch Bestuyev's injury worsen day by day.

The day finally came for Braginsky to stand trial himself.Because of Bestuyev, he had very little affection for the group of people who carried out the torture/interrogation.

"Name?" The judge/judgment/chief, who looks feminine and always wears a half-smile, opened the scene with a strange and leisurely attitude.

He replied gruffly: "Braginsky."

"Huh?" The trial/judgment/chief raised his eyebrows, "Is there only a surname?" After getting his nod, the half-smile expression on the man's face became more intense: "So that's the case." He looked at the person in front of him. The young man was talking to himself, as if he had discovered some great secret.

Braginski was put back.He had no time to delve into why, his full attention was returned to Bestuev, who seemed to be on the mend.

A few days later, the prisoners waited for their sentence.Several of the most important leaders were sentenced to hang/sentence, and the rest of the hundreds of people were sent/allocated to West/Beth/Lee/Arix/exile or settled.This is already a gift from God. Compared with death, living means infinite possibilities. "As long as the preacher is alive, the ideal will always be alive," Bestuyev leaned against the railing of the cell door, with a tried-and-true smile on his pale face, "That's you, Braginsky .”

On the morning when the prisoners were taken away, the judge found Ivan and invited him to watch the departure.Ivan had no interest in this, but the judge/judgment/chief had a mysterious expression as if he had grasped the confidential/secret news, so Ivan followed, anyway, it didn't matter to him whether he watched it or not.

"That's the group of people." From a distance, the presiding judge raised his chin, "Did you find anything special?"

Ivan stared at the direction he was pointing in silence, his eyes swept across the crowd one by one, and he didn't speak for a while.The judge/judge/chief couldn't wait any longer, he raised his hand and pointed to Ivan: "It's there, Your Excellency Braginsky, that child—"

Ivan glanced in the direction he was pointing, and suddenly felt as if his eyes were being pricked by needles.The boy was wearing dirty clothes, his face and hands were so dirty that he couldn't see his original skin color, and there were bloodstains that had dried up on his trouser legs. However, no matter how dirty and messy he was, Ivan could still recognize him at a glance. that face.his own face.

"—his name is also Braginsky."

As if sensing who was pointing at him, the boy turned his head, his eyes collided with Ivan's, and then his whole body seemed to be nailed in place.Ivan also saw clearly at this time that he had a pair of eyes completely different from his own. The left eye was as bright as pigeon blood, but the right eye seemed to be flowing liquid gold.The bright red and gold colors reflect a completely different scenery from Ivan's eyes.Ivan's heart tightened, and it seemed that his heart that had been frozen for many years could only be slightly touched at this time - he knew very well that the child had the same identity as himself - so he ordered in a cold voice: "Come on, grab/grasp that child child!"

The same appearance and the same name can only mean that they represent the same land.

So, with him without me, with me without him!

Immediately, many soldiers rushed towards Braginski as if they had emerged from the ground.The young man's face was covered with a confused expression for a moment, but he did not hesitate in his movements. After fighting with the people around him for a few rounds with his still jerky fighting skills, he stopped fighting and saw an opportunity to break through the encirclement people ran out.Run, remembering Bestuyev's words, he didn't dare to think about anything, and ran crazily to the most complicated direction of the visible terrain.The shouts of pursuers came from behind, which made the young man's heart beat like a drum, and his breathing became difficult and painful.

The chasing soldiers seemed to be stumbled by something, and they cursed loudly piercing the sky.The young man took the opportunity to sneak into the dark alley, and finally found a sense of security with all the twists and turns, and then suddenly stopped and put his hands on his knees to breathe.He only took a few breaths, as if he heard something suddenly, he immediately straightened up again, not daring to stop for a moment to continue his journey of escape.He didn't know where he was going to escape, but one thing was clear: if he was caught, he would die.That person, Tsar/Emperor/Russia, must know many ways to kill the country, not to mention that he is only an unformed will of the country that only exists in the ideal.

Braginski just ran away.After surviving the first night of city-wide search/arrest, he took advantage of the chaos and left the city the next day, and then began a long day of eating and sleeping in the open.It was months, or years, after many free rides, right and wrong, before he finally found himself in cold and desolate exile.

As far as the eye can see is the wilderness and forests that are so vast that they are frightening. The blade-like wind whizzing through the needles reminds the young Braginsky of the time when he was born. That's all he has. He is weak and keeps company with the mountains and fields every day, but now he is just returning to the origin.The end of his exile was his beginning, and the past few years with Bestuyev and his fellow revolutionaries seemed like a dream.He immediately felt a burst of relaxation in body and mind from the inside out, lying on his back on the icy ground, but it made him feel the incomparable joy of life in a big city.

"You have fallen, and I will return." Returning to the same position, as long as he is still alive, it means that everything has not failed.He has to learn and start all over again.

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Meanwhile, Sashenka's life was not going well.After the failure of the uprising three years ago, her husband Bestuyev was arrested, and was quickly transferred to a prison far away from Petersburg. There was no news.After going through several twists and turns, she learned that those prisoners were exiled/exiled to West/Beth/League, so she bravely decided to follow in Bestuyev's footsteps. For three years, she has been applying for a "permitted" "exile/exile" opportunities, but have never been successful.Seeing their children grow up day by day, they can call mother but don't know what father says, Sashenka can't help but feel a stab of pain in his heart.

In the fourth year, her longing finally came to fruition, and she was "approved" to be exiled to West/Eber/League, where she was able to find her husband.When Sashenka heard the news, she couldn't help crying with joy. She hugged their child tightly and said in a trembling voice, "We will see your father soon, my child, and then you will know what is A real man."

She also set off in winter, just as Bestuyev had done when he was exiled.The cold wind along the way almost pierced her body, and in her mind, she wondered "is it cold when he left?" and rejoiced at "I'm about to see him", causing her to frown and smile for a while , seem to be unable to control themselves.Sometimes the child would cry because of the bad road conditions, but Sashenka could always mobilize the patience of her whole body to comfort and encourage him. At that moment, a clear but hazy figure hovered in her mind. She felt that she was not afraid of anything.

When she came to the place of exile, what caught her eyes was the same wild wasteland that Braginski had seen three years ago.The huge emptiness made her heart pound, and the complete strangeness wrapped her tightly and almost suffocated her, until a pair of familiar hands pulled her out of the quagmire——

"Braginsky? It's you!" Sashenka was overwhelmed with joy after experiencing the shock at first sight.If he is here, then his husband must be there too.

Sashenka was not the only one who was surprised. Braginsky did not expect to meet Sashenka here—a figure similar to his mother. "Sashenka, I didn't expect to meet you here," Braginsky said with a bright smile on his face, sincerely, "You are really brave. Come back with me, it's cold outside."

Sashenka followed his footsteps to a village not far away, which must have been the settlement of some exiles.As she walked, she looked at the young man beside her. He stopped the rapid growth of a tree like a tree before. He has hardly changed in the past three years, and even looks thinner than before.However, it was obvious that he became more capable than before. He was holding two hares in his hands at this moment, presumably he was an unlucky ghost who ventured out to look for food.At this time, he looked like an ordinary Russian country boy, not rustic at all. Sashenka had an intuition that such a free/free environment might be more suitable for him than a big city.

"We're here." As he spoke, Braginski politely opened the door for her, and then closed the door behind him after entering, "If you have any questions, you may as well just ask, I'm the only one living here. "

Listening to his words, Sashenka knew that he had misunderstood: "No, I didn't come for the revolution... Wait, are you talking about someone?"

Braginski was taken aback for a moment, with a look of regret on his face, and he sighed softly:

"I'm sorry he's dead."

"Dead...?" Sashenka repeated blankly, with a somewhat difficult tone, "...when? What happened?"

Braginsky glanced at her quickly, then lowered his head, looking a little guilty: "Three years ago, I heard it was to save me." According to others, when he fled three years ago, Bess In order to buy time for him, Tuyev fought with the military police, but was mercilessly killed on the spot by the soldiers.

Sashenka opened his mouth and closed it again, but nothing came out after all.She seemed to be patient, and Braginski quietly waited for her to adjust her mood. Faced with this situation, everyone will show enough tolerance.A few minutes later, Sashenka felt that the turbulent mood she had felt when she first heard it calmed down, and then tried to speak again: "I understand, I understand, he...he is a person who can give up everything he has in order to pursue his ideals. ...I fully support him, it's just... just that I can't get used to it for a while..." In the end, she looked at their ignorant and ignorant child, and she couldn't help crying.

My husband, how noble and how cruel you are!Thinking of this, she suddenly felt sad again, and more tears rolled down her face.

The young and unformed national will watched her cry bitterly and stood silent.Braginski knew that at this moment, what he said was superfluous.In the past three years, he has seen many Sashenka-style wives, and their endings are different, but their husbands all share the same soul as Bestuyev.They keep falling like believers, and before they fall, they give up continual hope.And he, receiving more and more hopes, has nowhere to vent and nowhere to carry, so he can only stagger forward with heavy hopes, marching towards the goal of owning this land, and growing away from him bit by bit on the way. And the pure land of love.

There was a conflicting feeling in his heart, it seemed that he was approaching, but he was also moving away.

"I think, if you don't mind, I hope to inherit his name," Sashenka raised her head to look at him after hearing this, with tears still glistening on her face; the face of the boy in front of her was in her mind , suddenly moved away, "In this way, his ideal can always be with me."

Let their faith also be my name, let their blood be my cord, let their will be my reason, and let their glory be with me forever.

At this moment, the republic/country/country/country/country/country/country/country/country/country/country/country/country/country/country/country/country/country/country/country/country in the mind of the victim was still unclear, finally recognized itself, took over the role, put on costumes, and was ready to appear on stage.He named his character, Paul Braginsky.

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Modified a bit.

This harmony symbol is really cruel...