The worker is carrying a machine gun now. We see the city of Petrograd (Verse)

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Here I dug it up... I don’t like V.I. Ulyanov, or rather, I just hate him, I consider him a scumbag. I also hate I. Dzhugashvili - a trash heap, not a person. But you can’t erase the words from a song, you can’t erase the people who made it from history, and you can’t erase such books either... Why am I posting it? And so that they remember what evil-vile dwarfs once took over the country. To see how scraps created their own mythology. So that this never happens again...

Sergey Mikhalkov

AT THE V.I. LENIN MUSEUM
(Moscow-Leningrad 1952)

On Sunday with my sister
We left the yard.
- I'll take you to the museum! -
My sister told me.

Here we go through the square
And we finally enter
To a big, beautiful red house,
Looks like a palace.

Moving from hall to hall,
People are moving here.
The whole life of a great leader
Stands in front of me.

I see the house where Lenin grew up,
And that certificate of merit
What did you bring from the gymnasium?
Ulyanov high school student.

Here the books are lined up -
He read them as a child,
Above them many years ago
He thought and dreamed.

Since childhood, he dreamed of
So that on our native land
A man lived by his own labor
And he was not in bondage.

Days behind days, years after years
They pass in succession,
Ulyanov is learning, growing,
Goes to a secret meeting
Ulyanov is young.

He was seventeen,
Seventeen years in total
But he is a fighter! And that's why
The king is afraid of him!

An order is sent to the police:
“Grab Ulyanov!”
And so he was expelled for the first time,
Must live in the village.

Time passes. And again
He is where life is in full swing:
Goes to speak to the workers,
He speaks at meetings.

Does he go to his relatives?
Is it going to the factory?
The police are everywhere behind him
He follows and doesn’t lag behind...

Again a denunciation, again a prison
And deportation to Siberia...
Winter is long in the north,
Taiga both far and wide.

A light flickers in the hut,
The candle burns all night.
More than one sheet of paper has been written on
By the hand of Ilyich.

How could he speak?
How they believed him!
What space could he open?
Both heart and mind!

And the people listened to the leader,
And they followed him forward,
Sparing neither strength nor life
For the truth, for the people!..

At that time Stalin was young,
Persistent, straightforward and brave,
On the difficult path ahead
He looked like Lenin.

And now the desired moment has come,
The desired day has come
And the hand of a faithful student
Shook the teacher.

Their hearts beat in harmony,
And they have one goal,
And this goal to the end
All life is dedicated!

We are moving to a new room,
And loudly, in silence:
“Look, Svetlana,” I said, “
Picture on the wall!

And in the picture - that hut
Off the Finnish coast,
In which our beloved leader
Hidden from enemies.

Scythe, and rake, and ax,
And the old oar...
How many years have passed since then
How many winters have passed!

It’s impossible in this kettle,
Must be heating the water
But as we wish, friends,
Look at the teapot!

We see the city of Petrograd
In the seventeenth year:
The sailor is running, the soldier is running,
They shoot on the move.

A worker drags a machine gun.
Now he will enter the battle.
There is a poster: “Down with the gentlemen!
Down with the landowners!”

Carried by detachments and regiments
Kumach cloths,
And ahead are the Bolsheviks,
Ilyich's guards.

October! Overthrown the government forever
Bourgeois and nobles.
So in October the dream came true
Workers and peasants.

The victory was not easy,
But Lenin led the people
And Lenin saw far away,
For many years to come.

And the correctness of your ideas -
Great person -
He is all working people
United forever.

How dear any object is to us,
Stored under glass!
An object that has been warmed
His hands are warm!

A gift from my fellow countrymen,
Red Army gift -
Overcoat and helmet. He accepted them
As the first commissioner.

Feather. He took it in his hands
Sign the decree.
Watch. From them he recognized
When to go to the Council.

We see Ilyich's chair
And a lamp on the table.
With this lamp at night
He worked in the Kremlin.

And here with Stalin more than once,
He consulted...
His whole office is now
Moved to the museum.

Here are the photographs hanging,
We will recognize the photo -
It shows Comrade Lenin
Together with Stalin

They stand shoulder to shoulder
They look calm
And Stalin said something to Ilyich
He says with a smile.

And suddenly we meet the guys
And we recognize friends:
That's a squad of young Leninists
I came to the museum for a gathering.

Under the banner of Lenin they
They rise solemnly,
And they swore an oath to Lenin
Solemnly give:

“We swear to live like this in the world,
How the great leader lived
And also serve the Motherland,
How Lenin served her!

We swear by Lenin's path -
There is no straighter way! -
For the wise and dear leader -
Follow Stalin!

The inherent vice of capitalism is the unequal distribution of goods; the inherent virtue of socialism is the equal distribution of misery (Winston Churchill)

The October Revolution of 1917 took place on October 25 according to the old style or November 7 according to the new style. The initiator, ideologist and main protagonist of the revolution was the Bolshevik party RSDLP (b) (Russian Social Democratic Bolshevik Party), led by Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov (party pseudonym Lenin) and Lev Davidovich Bronstein (Trotsky). As a result, power changed in Russia. Instead of a bourgeois government, the country was led by a proletarian government.

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Sergey Yesenin

Now October is not the same
It's not the same October now.
In a country where bad weather whistles,
Roared and howled
October is like a beast
October of the seventeenth year.
I remember creepy
Snowy day.
I saw him with a dull glance.
The iron shadow hovered
"Over the darkened Petrograd."

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Everyone already sensed the thunderstorm,
Everyone already knew something
They knew
It's not in vain, you know, they're taking you
Turtle soldiers made of steel.
Scattered...
Sit down in a row...
The public's nerves are trembling...
And someone suddenly tore down the poster
From the walls of the cowardly establishment.

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And it began...
Eyes darted
Civil war grief,
And the smoke of the fiery Aurora
The iron dawn has risen.
The fateful fate has come to pass,
And over the country to the screams of “mat”
The fire inscription shot up:
"Council of Workers' Deputies".
1924

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The government still met in the Winter Palace, but it had already become only a shadow of its former self. Politically it no longer existed. During October 25, the Winter Palace was gradually cordoned off by our troops from all sides. At one o'clock in the afternoon I reported to the Petrograd Soviet on the state of affairs. Here's how the newspaper report portrays it:
“On behalf of the Military Revolutionary Committee, I declare that the Provisional Government no longer exists. (Applause.) Individual ministers have been arrested. (“Bravo!”) Others will be arrested in the coming days or hours. (Applause.) The revolutionary garrison, at the disposal of the Military Revolutionary Committee, dissolved the meeting of the Pre-Parliament. (Noisy applause.) We stayed awake here at night and watched through the telephone wire as detachments of revolutionary soldiers and workers' guards silently carried out their work. The average person slept peacefully and did not know that at this time one power was being replaced by another. Stations, post office, telegraph, Petrograd Telegraph Agency, State Bank are busy. (Noisy applause.) The Winter Palace has not yet been taken, but its fate will be decided in the next few minutes. (Applause.)"
This bare report is likely to give a wrong impression of the mood of the meeting. This is what my memory tells me. When I reported on the change of power that had taken place that night, tense silence reigned for several seconds. Then came the applause, but not stormy, but thoughtful... “Can we handle it?” - many mentally asked themselves. Hence a moment of anxious thought. We'll handle it, everyone answered. New dangers loomed in the distant future. And now there was a feeling of great victory, and this feeling sang in the blood. It found its way out in a stormy meeting arranged for Lenin, who appeared at this meeting for the first time after an absence of almost four months” (Trotsky “My Life”).

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Maximilian Voloshin
Petrograd
Like an evil shaman, extinguishing consciousness
Under the tambourine rhythmic rattling
And emptying the spirit,
The door of devastation opens -
And the spirits of abomination and fornication
They rush headlong to the call,
Screaming with hundreds of voices,
Creating meaningless miracles, -
And the enemy is like a friend, and the friend is like an enemy,
They hesitate and double... - so,
Through the emptiness of the sovereign will,
Once collected by Peter,
All the undead poured into this house
And on the gaping throne,
Above the unsteady darkness of the swamps
Besovsky rules the round dance.
A people overwhelmed by madness
Beats his head on rocks
And he breaks the bonds like one possessed...
Let him not be embarrassed by this game
Builder of the Inner City -
Those demons are noisy and fast:
They entered the swine herd
And they will rush from the mountain into the abyss.

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Petrograd, 1919
And we forgot forever
Imprisoned in the capital of the wild,
Lakes, steppes, cities
And the dawns of the great homeland.
In a bloody circle day and night
A cruel languor fills...
Nobody wanted to help us
Because we stayed at home
Because, loving your city,
And not winged freedom,
We saved for ourselves
His palaces, fire and water.
Another time is approaching,
The wind of death is chilling my heart,
But to us the sacred city of Peter
It will be an involuntary monument.
1921 Anna Akhmatova

Since childhood I remember a poem by S. Mikhalkov.

I see the city of Petrograd in the seventeenth year.
A sailor is running, a soldier is running.
They shoot on the move.
A worker drags a machine gun
Now he will enter the battle...

Who will he fight with? After all, in many halls of the Winter Palace there was an infirmary. There were more than a thousand wounded, and there were also many medical personnel.

The Provisional Government believed Marx’s false slogan: “Workers of all countries, unite,” and did not protect the Winter Palace very much. Volunteer cadets, a women's battalion, Cossacks, is this really security? During the shelling, the cadets ran to the nurses and begged them to bandage them so that they could pass for the wounded. And that's why the nurses were arrested. And how many cartoons I remember about the women’s battalion!

In Winter and in other hospitals there were mainly lower ranks. Agree that it is better for a wounded person to be treated in a palace than to go to his village hut.

Marx's slogan of class solidarity was refuted on the very first day of the revolution! But maybe we, creative people, misunderstood the slogan? We thought that proletarians should unite to create a good life. But in fact, in 1917, the proletarians united to destroy the manorial estates under the leadership of captured Germans, Hungarians, and Austrians. And things didn’t go any further than pogroms and murders. That is why there was post-revolutionary devastation.

There is no information about where the wounded were taken. They write that the hospital in the Winter Palace was disbanded in two days. Where did you disband? Some to the Neva, some to the Moika, some to the pavement. Did they care about the wounded when such profits were shining! Will they pay salaries to medical staff!?

For example, my grandfather was a teacher in the city of Skopin, Ryazan region. He did not receive a salary for a whole year after the October events. I had to go to the village to feed myself in the garden. And when they arrived in Skopin again, their warm house was seized by security officers. This seizure was not recorded in any papers. After they were left without their home, children began to get tuberculosis.

In which war were there more casualties? In 1914-1917? In 1917-1920? In 1941-1945? Of course in 1941-1945. But on the Internet, most of all there are photographs of hospitals from the war of 1914-1917. And there are very few photographs from 1941-1945. And the years 1917-1920 are even smaller. Our authorities had no time for the wounded! Even Furmanov wrote that the Chapaevites abandoned their wounded in ditches.

The decision of the tsarist government to give the Winter Palace and many other buildings in Tsarskoe Selo to hospitals is, of course, frowned upon by our “professional” historians. They write that the buildings were unsuitable, that the tsar wanted to “gain political capital” with such a decision, and everything in the same deceitful spirit. But in 1943 there was a blatant incident in Ryazan. The hospital, built under the tsar, was put on the street and the families of the so-called Polish officers settled in the building. And hospitals began to be located in the pedagogical institute, that is, the former diocesan school, and in various schools built under the tsar.

In 1914-1917, all classes donated for the wounded. The buildings of merchant assemblies were given over to hospitals, buildings for state-owned wine warehouses, buildings for production, etc. Even the churches themselves were given over to accommodate front-line mail.

In the American film "Gone with the Wind", it is shown that the wounded of the retreating southerners were located right in the city square, on the railway tracks, and there were countless numbers of them. But our films did not show such stories, because it is not customary for us to feel sorry for soldiers. Only one artist said that in 1941 she was a nurse and walked past fields dotted with wounded. The soldiers asked her for help, but what could she do but stay with them and die!

The sisters of mercy were selfless. But what to do when, after the October events of 1917, hospitals were no longer supplied? And the sailors themselves were no longer supplied. And when they were weakly indignant, they called it the “Kronstadt mutiny,” and suppressed it with such cruelty as no bourgeois power had dealt with its sailors.

After the October events, security officers began to take pictures under their bloody slogans on the stairs of the Winter Palace, where the sisters of mercy had been photographed a few days earlier.

My cousin told me that his grandfather was at the front from 1914 to 1917. And for it the grandmother was paid in gold coins of royal mintage. The grandmother, tempted by the interest, took the coins to the bank. In 1917, all the soldiers’ money in the bank “burst.”

There was such a song “Do the Russians want war...”, it said “...Ask those soldiers who lie under the birches...”. By analogy, one can ask soldiers thrown out of hospitals: “Was the October Revolution necessary?”

People were thrown out not only from hospitals, but also from seminaries, diocesan schools, gymnasiums, monasteries, and from their own homes. They threw students straight out of the windows. There was a monstrous seizure of buildings, structures, and houses.

Lenin said that women's participation in the revolution is very important. Women were entrusted with the most “delicate” tasks. When my grandmother’s sister was given a newborn baby in 1930, a woman arrived with a policeman and took the baby away somewhere. His fate is unknown. Although my grandmother’s sister did not want to give the child into their bloodthirsty hands, she was threatened. And when in 1927 they came to dispossess my grandfather’s brother, the woman threw all the diapers out of the windows.

In the film “Children of Donquixote,” the young aspiring actress who played the abandoned mother did not show her face. But the famous actress Nonna Mordyukova played a refusenik in the terrible film “Commissar”. How could she even agree to such a vile role?

Sister of mercy Florence Nightingale is being filmed in England, and a monument is dedicated to her. And in 1947, in our Kremlin wall, the executioner-Zemlyachka was buried, which even her accomplices were afraid of. It turns out that the British sent a merciful woman to Crimea for their soldiers in 1854. And the revolutionary government in 1920 sent a fury to Crimea. People began to be called "former". Former officers, former merchants, former wounded... They began to destroy military cemeteries and mass graves. The soldiers began to hide their St. George crosses.

The only film made was about sister of mercy Yulia Vrevskaya. But the film with the perverted title “Optimistic Tragedy” was shown every now and then. They romanticized all sorts of vipers. How many wonderful books were written by one of the best writers Ivan Shmelev, including about the Red Terror in Crimea. These are whose works should be filmed.

After the war of 1941-1945, cripples were exiled to the island of Valaam, Karaganda and other places to die.

My uncle's wife was attacked by a rear guard in 1944 when she was released home from the front while heavily pregnant. She was a nurse, and she came to my grandmother’s house and wanted to bring straw from the collective farm on a collective farm horse.

What now? I read that in Europe there are six patients in the hospital for every one nurse. And we have three floors.

We see the city of Petrograd
In the seventeenth year:
The sailor is running, the soldier is running,
They shoot on the move.

A worker drags a machine gun.
Now he will enter the battle.
There is a poster: “Down with the gentlemen!
Down with the landowners!”

Carried by detachments and regiments
Kumach cloths,
And ahead are the Bolsheviks,
Ilyich's guards.

October! Overthrown the government forever
Bourgeois and nobles.
So in October the dream came true
Workers and peasants.

The victory was not easy,
But Lenin led the people
And Lenin saw far away,
For many years to come.

And the correctness of your ideas -
Great person -
He is all working people
United forever.........

© Mikhalkov Sergey Vladimirovich

Mikhalkov Sergei Vladimirovich (born February 28, 1913, in Moscow), Russian Soviet writer and public figure, academician of the Academy of Pedagogical Sciences of the USSR (1971), Honored Artist of the RSFSR (1967), Hero of Socialist Labor (1973). Member of the CPSU since 1950.

Born into the family of an employee. Studied at the Literary Institute named after. Maxim Gorky (1935-1937). Published since 1928. S.V. Mikhalkov’s poems for children are famous, in which he was able, in the words of A.A. Fadeev, to give “Fundamentals of Social Education” in a lively and entertaining form (Pravda, February 6, 1938). In and through play, S.V. Mikhalkov helps the child to understand the world around him, instills a love of work, and cultivates the traits necessary for the builder of a new society.

He is the author of numerous essays, short stories, satirical poems and feuilletons, texts of battle posters and leaflets. The topical and poignant fables of S.V. Mikhalkov have gained great popularity, to which he often gives the form of a funny joke, a joke, or a direct journalistic appeal.

Mikhalkov Sergei Vladimirovich - author of plays for the children's theater: “Tom Canty” (1938), “Special Assignment” (1945), “Red Tie” (1946), “I Want to Go Home!” (1949), “The Arrogant Bunny” (1951), “Sombrero” (1957), “Dear Boy” (1971) and others; plays for adults: “Ilya Golovin” (1950), satirical comedies “Hunter” (1956), “Savages” (1958), “Monument to Myself...” (1959), “Crayfish and the Crocodile” (new edition 1960), “Etsitone Burcelli” (1961), etc., script for the film “Frontline Girlfriends” (1942). M.’s fairy tale “The Holiday of Disobedience” (1971) is a success among children.

"Moscow in May"

The morning is painted with gentle light
The walls of the ancient Kremlin,
Wakes up at dawn
All Soviet land.
A chill runs through the gate,
The noise on the streets is louder.
Good morning, dear city,
The heart of my Motherland!

Effervescent, Mighty,
Invincible by anyone
My country, my Moscow,
You are the most beloved!

A cheerful day has flared up,
The streets are noisy with the sea.
From the open windows of the school
The screams of the October people can be heard.
May flows like a beautiful river
Along the wide pavement,
Flows with an immense song
Above the beautiful Moscow.

The day is passing and the coolness is
Refreshing and invigorating...
Having rested from the parade,
The city is buzzing with celebration.
This is when couples should meet!
Talkative and lively
Through the gardens and along the boulevards
Moscow is spreading.

The night has become like day
A sea of ​​light over the crowd.
Hey comrade, hey passerby,
Sing a song with us!
Look - he sings and dances
The entire Soviet country.
There is no one sweeter and more beautiful than you,
Our red spring!

Blue dawn looks
In the silence of Moscow - rivers,
And the night birds sing -
Locomotive whistles.
The clock of the Kremlin tower is striking,
The stars are fading, the day is melting...
Goodbye, yesterday, -
Hello, new bright day!

© V. Lebedev-Kumach