A bright moon floats high in the sky, and the mist is like a fairy dragging her long white tulle skirt, gently floating around the grasslands, hills, and depressions. In the hazy depression, two figures appeared and disappeared, their backs occasionally shining brightly in the mo

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There is a bright moon floating high in the sky, and the mist is like a fairy dragging her long white tulle skirt, gently floating around the grasslands, hills, and depressions. In the hazy depression, two figures appeared and disappeared, their backs occasionally shining brightly in the moonlight. The six Cossacks who followed them on horseback easily captured the two Red Army soldiers in the mist under the bright moonlight.

A bright moon floats high in the sky, and the mist is like a fairy dragging her long white tulle skirt, gently floating around the grasslands, hills, and depressions. In the hazy depression, two figures appeared and disappeared, their backs occasionally shining brightly in the mo - DayDayNews

Silent Valley

A gunshot pierced the silent mountains and fields in April. "Jack" immediately became chaotic and swayed, his hands scratching his chest painfully, and his twisted and twitching face turned towards a clump of gray wild fields. Hao, his body twitched crookedly and fell down. The bullet hit the left side of the chest from behind, forming a burnt black round blood hole, and blood gushes out of the hole. A young Bolshevik, also known as a member of the Russian Social Democratic Labor Party, lay gently on the hills beside the Don River like a broken grass.

1. The "Book Club" in the Blacksmith Shop

"Jack" is a worker in the village mill. Because he is thin and short, like the letter "J" in playing cards, everyone calls him "Jack", so that they forget His real name. It is said that he is of Russian descent and grew up in an orphanage. He has no parents or relatives, and only has a few friends or "comrades".

After dinner, he always likes to go to the popular blacksmith shop to play cards and chat. There are more than a dozen people who often hang out together, including Ivan the machinist, Felica the cobbler, and Misha the young Cossack. At first it was playing cards, but later the blacksmith Stockmann guided everyone to read books without anyone noticing. From various pamphlets without covers, to "A Brief History of the Don Cossacks", to Marxist-Leninist books. He explains the concepts and viewpoints in the book in simple and easy-to-understand language, inspiring them to use these viewpoints to re-examine society and themselves. More than two years were not in vain, bit by bit indoctrination and mutual arguments worked: they gradually began to hate and hate the real system. Class sentiments are awakened, and the injustice and resentment of being exploited grows day by day.

A bright moon floats high in the sky, and the mist is like a fairy dragging her long white tulle skirt, gently floating around the grasslands, hills, and depressions. In the hazy depression, two figures appeared and disappeared, their backs occasionally shining brightly in the mo - DayDayNews

Spread of Marxism-Leninism

2. To defend the weak, one would rather strike a stone with an egg

One day, a Cossack who came to grind flour refused to pay for the grinding because of excessive losses. The owner ordered the grinder to withhold the ground flour. A fight broke out during the quarrel: Chaval, the miller, was a strong man with broad shoulders and round waist. He raised his fist and hit the short Cossack. Suddenly, blood seeped out from his left forehead. He moaned softly and was out of breath. He angrily said to his employer: "Take the flour and I'll beat you to death!" He walked out of the mill with trembling shoulders. After a while, the Cossack's wife came crying and asked for flour again. The big man Chaval mocked and said: "Sister-in-law, leave as soon as possible, or I will pull your hair!".

"Jack" witnessed the entire incident, and he felt sorry for the Cossack couple. Thinking of the bullying I had suffered in the past twenty years, and growing up in cold eyes, I had already planted the seeds of hatred for bullying and sympathy for the weak. God did not give him a tall and strong body, but gave him a heart filled with hatred for evil. When the Cossack's wife sobbed and cried again, he bravely chose morality instead of ignoring her, knowing that he was throwing an egg at a stone. He waved his thin fists and angrily accused Chaval of bullying and his employer's inhumanity. The result of speaking up will inevitably lead to a fight with Chaval. It's really like a duel between a Shiba Inu and a brown bear. It's almost an egg-on-stone fight. Fortunately, the onlookers of the villagers intervened in time to prevent worse consequences. Through the indignant crowd, the owner's eyes shot out a look of hatred and disgust that made "Jack" shudder. The price of upholding justice is heavy: a beating and loss of job, but it warms the hearts of the weak.

A bright moon floats high in the sky, and the mist is like a fairy dragging her long white tulle skirt, gently floating around the grasslands, hills, and depressions. In the hazy depression, two figures appeared and disappeared, their backs occasionally shining brightly in the mo - DayDayNews

Indignant Villager

"Jack" is a character in the former Soviet Union's Nobel Prize for Literature work "The Silent Don".

To be continued

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