Soviet Union 1991

(Second update)

The most terrible curse circulating within the Soviet Union is not that you will be investigated by the KGB, the Ministry of Internal Affairs or the Disciplinary Inspection Commission, but that the guys from the State Propaganda Committee are coming to chat with you. The Tsar Bomba, the Soviet public opinion, began to be reborn after the events of Yeltsin and Gorbachev. It was no longer the gray beast of World War I that was retreating steadily in the face of the peaceful evolution of the West, but the feared Red Army of Ural's Charge.

The report about Yeltsin Yanayev exposed his dirty side almost in the way of a roadside tabloid. All events were accompanied by photos, and they were even accurate to the details, even to the single-digit decimal point of the amount of aid he received from the United States. Both listed them. It is completely different from the previous boring, template-style news reports, which enhances the persuasiveness.

From the savior of the country to the clown despised by everyone, the free thought that the Soviet Union spent decades painstakingly guarding against was counterattacked by the newly established Soviet Propaganda Department with paper and pen.

Yanayev has more experience than anyone else in seizing the high ground of public opinion. Liberalism is not omnipotent. If a certain thought is constantly raised to a certain height, embarrassing situations will occur. Once this kind of doctrine shows a slight If it is unreasonable or defective, then the subsequent collapse will be rapid and terrifying. Since you Americans flaunt freedom and human rights as the most advanced and reasonable doctrines in the world, I can also cite a thousand negative examples to oppose him.

Yanayev knew that what the Soviet people wanted was to completely eradicate the revolution and improve people's livelihood. They did not deliberately oppose the revolution and pursue freedom and democracy. It's just that some people with ulterior motives took the interests of the entire country into their pockets under the slogan of overthrowing the Soviets, and then turned the Soviets belonging to the people into an oligarchic Russia.

As for those intellectuals who naively shouted for democracy, only to find out after the disintegration that everything was different from what they imagined, they chose to commit suicide to apologize, thinking they had the courage to do so. Yanayev has always looked down on such useless cowards, who brought harm to the country during his lifetime, but still wants to be miserable and honorable after his death? Just a dream. You people should be rolled over by the wheels of history and turned into dust. Let you know what the consequences are of mantis trying to trick a chariot.

When Yakovlev went out in the morning to queue up to buy bread, he passed by a newsstand and wanted to buy a newspaper. When he was about to pay, he suddenly noticed that something was wrong with the way the people around him stared at him. Yakovlev looked at himself in the mirror in front of the newspaper in confusion, but found nothing unusual.

When he turned around to pick up the newspaper and leave, he found that even the owner of the newsstand was looking at him with a malicious look. Yakovlev subconsciously touched his sparse hair and asked, " Comrades, what are you looking at?"

The boss moved his index finger to the newspaper that Yakovlev was holding, pointed at one of the sections, then pointed at Yakovlev, and asked in a somewhat rude tone, "Are you from this newspaper? What is Yakovlev?"

"Yes, it's me." Yakovlev opened the newspaper and saw that he was on the front page of the Moscow Daily. In addition to his old friend Korodich, there were more than twenty others on the cover with him. Journalists, commentators or writers also top newspaper covers.

The title of this report is "Heroes of the Soviet Union, intellectuals who jointly petitioned for the introduction of alcohol prohibition." At the end of the report, the government also stated that it has been paying close attention to the physical health of Soviet citizens and will focus on exploring the feasibility of reintroducing alcohol prohibition. sex.

This is a joint petition that arouses people's hatred. In the fabricated lie told by Yakovlev, he derogated drinkers as low-level and dirty as livestock. He also mocked that for the sake of democracy and freedom, these people should be thrown into the coal mines of Siberia. Only those cinders can tolerate the workers and farmers who smell of alcohol and sourness.

"I really didn't write this, I swear!" Yakovlev almost cried and said to the old man who had already stood up and walked out of the newsstand. More and more people on the street recognized this big shot and gathered around him, menacingly. Denounce Yakovlev.

"Do you drink? Don't tell me that you don't look like a man at all. You don't even drink. If you don't tell me why you came today, don't even think about walking out of here." A strong man cracked his knuckles Kaka sounded, as if Jacaovlev was violently stunned at any time.

"Wait a minute, things are not what you think. I don't know what happened yet." Faced with the aggressive attitude of a group of people, Yakovlev could only describe it as blushing.

"Also, why do you slander us workers and farmers? Just because you can write some articles? Damn, how can people like you help the country and society? You keep saying that we are animals that smell sour. I tell you, I will beat you even if you are taken away by the KGB!" The other man had already grabbed Yakovlev's shirt and was about to punch him in the face with his other hand.

At this time, a faint voice in the crowd said, "I am from the KGB. You continue, I will pretend I didn't see anything. When the police come, I will explain."

So poor Yakovlev was beaten and kicked amidst the indignation of the people, and even his glasses were trampled to pieces in the pushing. At this time, he finally understood that the anger of the people was no less than the suppression of the violent machine. The most hateful thing is that when the Ministry of Internal Affairs police officers who were the executioners he cursed a thousand times and ten thousand times in the article came, after understanding the situation, they just stood aside and talked and laughed, with no intention of saving him.

Only then did Yakovlev realize that he was nothing without the protection of law and order. The people who had been incited to oppose the Soviets regarded him as an enemy, and the law enforcement agencies that had criticized without conscience now chose to stand by and watch the public intellectual who smeared them taste the taste of people's dictatorship.

After the crowd dispersed, Yakovlev, who was beaten so hard that he couldn't get up, lay half-lying on the ground groaning, cursing the mob and the police who refused to save him. He would definitely let these people go when he turned around. Good-looking people. But of course Yakovlev didn't know that all this was captured by the secret KGB camera. The emotional people, the Ministry of Internal Affairs police who came to help, and the beaten Yakovlev lying on the ground still looked angry. His expression has become the headline news in tomorrow's newspaper.

After being sent to the hospital for treatment, Yakovlev realized that he was not the only one who suffered from the disease, but those public figures who were also slandered as co-signing a petition to ban alcohol were also unlucky. Either when they went out to buy something, someone poured cold water on them, or He was pushed down from behind and fell into the snow, unable to get up. Like Yakovlev, he was sent directly to the hospital.

The public intellectuals told everyone with their own experience what would happen if they offended a nation that loves to drink vodka.

Taking advantage of the emptiness after coming out of the hospital, Yakovlev, who had his head tightly wrapped in a bandage, called Korodic at a public telephone booth, "Hello, Korodic? I'm Yakovlev, and I want to say that you have I didn’t see that joint report, yes, that’s what happened. I don’t know who wrote that so-called joint report, but I will definitely make it look good to him!”

Korodich, whose mind was spinning faster than Yakovlev's, held the phone tightly. At the same time, he avoided his family members, stretched out the phone cord and walked to the balcony nearby. He tried to lower his voice and said to him, "Yakovlev, is it possible?" Haven’t you seen it yet? There are no conspirators, this is simply a plot by the government!”

"What?" Yakovlev was obviously surprised when he heard the news.

"Yes, if nothing goes wrong, the attacks on us public intellectuals will continue. Oh, God, since other newspapers were blocked, the Soviet Revolutionary Propaganda Department, which has the upper hand in public opinion, has begun to slander us. They took advantage of the anti-alcohol movement that was most opposed by the masses to Dirty water has been poured on us. Now that the Soviet Union's finances are in such difficulty, how can they give up the lucrative revenue of alcohol? Do you really think that the government is stupid to let the government directly give up a fraction of its fiscal revenue? , can’t you see that the co-signer is fake?”

Korodzic continued his analysis, "You and I have to be careful. There will be all kinds of slander and rumors attacking us. Of course, we have nothing to do, because no newspaper has published our clarification statement, so the initiative is completely in our hands." In Moscow, we are just lambs to be slaughtered!”

"We need to mobilize the masses and demonstrate against the government's interference in the news mechanism." Yakovlev said emotionally, "Maybe we can go out and march ourselves to let the people know that we are innocent!"

Korodzic held his forehead and said, "It's useless, Yakovlev. Based on my understanding of Moscow, I'm afraid you will be surrounded by a mob and beaten and kicked before you even step onto the street. The guys from the Propaganda Department are inciting people." The level is even more terrifying than ours, and they should be working together with the Ministry of Internal Affairs or the KGB. They are responsible for spreading rumors, and the KGB is responsible for monitoring and observing our situation."

"If you are unwilling to surrender, run away. Anyway, the aid from the United States and the immigration application are enough for you to survive in the West. Apart from the Kazan Mental Hospital, will you have any good results at this time?" Korodzic died. When I got on the phone, I didn't know what Yakovlev's expression would be like when he heard the last words.

The Soviet violence machine is no longer the direct and brutal punishment it used to be, but has become more cunning than before, leaving no traces. He forces you to be on the opposite side of the people, and then tramples you under his feet in various ways. This is simply democratic tyranny!

Korodzic glanced at the letter he had just written on the table. The ink on the first sentence had not yet dried. It was just a concise title and a rather helpless sentence.

"Dear U.S. Embassy, ​​I am Comrade Korodich, a writer who was persecuted by the Soviet authorities..."