Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 177 Turn it into a song

  Verak and Keating returned to the hotel through the underground passage. When they climbed up to the sixth floor and walked to their respective rooms, both of them couldn't help shivering, and then looked at the window on the side of the corridor in unison. It was snowing heavily outside.

   "It's snowing." Seeing the snowflakes flying in the night, Keating was suddenly not in a hurry to go back to rest. He stood by the window, facing the cold wind, watching this scene intently.

   "Have you not seen each other for a long time?" Verak also stepped forward, putting his hands in his pockets.

   "Yes." Keating nodded slightly.

   During his two years in prison, he never left his cell on the basement floor. It was after Verak came that he took him to change everything and had the right to move elsewhere.

   "If we come a day later, I'm afraid we will freeze to death on the road." The snow grew bigger and bigger, covering the ground as far as the eye can see, Verak sighed.

When it didn’t snow yesterday, they couldn’t sleep because of the cold in the abandoned warehouse. If they had only arrived in Laizein today, or were still on their way, even if they could avoid freezing to death, the weather would make them worse. Less trouble, at least a day or two longer on the way.

It really seems to be destined in the dark, they were lucky to avoid these disasters, returned to Laizein without any danger, and were accepted by the Equality Council again in a time far beyond expectations, and participated in, influenced, and took responsibility for Equality will be the next most important plan.

   "It's like..." Verak thought about how to describe his inner feelings, "I was finally favored by God. I hope there will still be good luck in the future, and everything will go well."

   "Let's go." After watching the scenery for a while, Keating was very satisfied. He smiled and said good night to Veraker, and went back to his room to rest.

  Villac stopped by the window for a while, and after being sobered by the cold wind, he returned to the room and sat down at the desk.

   "Hiss..." He let out a cold breath, and while turning on the lamp on the desk, he spread out the paper of "Internationale" that Morais had given him.

   There are six poems on two sheets of paper.

"Arise, slaves suffering from hunger and cold, arise, sufferers of the world! Blood is boiling, fight for the truth! The old world is destroyed, slaves rise up! Don't say we have nothing, we want to be the masters of the world !"

  “There has never been a savior, and we don’t rely on immortal emperors. To create human happiness, it’s all up to us! We must recapture the fruits of our labor and let our minds break out of the cage. Burn that furnace to red, and strike while the iron is hot to succeed!”

"An oppressive state, empty laws, extortionate taxes to squeeze the poor; the rich have no obligations, the rights of the poor are empty words; 'equality' under surveillance has long moaned, equality needs new laws, it says: 'Equality, there is no There is no right without duty, and there is no duty without right!'”

"The emperors of mines and railways are hideous in their altars. What else do they do but plunder other people's labor? In the safes of these people are the fruits of labor. From the hands of the exploiters Here, the laborers are only recovering blood debts.”

"The king has lied to us that we will unite in war against the tyrant. Let the warriors strike in the army, stop the repression and leave the machine of violence. If they persist in defending the tyrant, let us die heroically. They will know our bullets and will shoot To the generals of one's own country."

"Who created the human world? It's us working people. Everything belongs to the working people, how can parasites be accommodated! Those poisonous snakes and beasts are the most hateful, eating up our flesh and blood. Once they are wiped out, the bright red sun will shine everywhere. worldwide!"

  These six paragraphs seemed to contain roaring content, which made Verak's blood boil.

  He watched it many times, carefully feeling the passion and solemnity that moved him.

  This is actually a poem written by Chris...

  Villac was particularly surprised by the author's identity while watching it passionately.

  Although this poem is inextricably linked to the things described in "Theory of Equality", the momentum and attitude revealed in the end are completely different.

In "Internationale", Chris bluntly stated a variety of ways of fighting the old world that Verac strongly agreed with, but in "Equality", when he wrote Chapter 10 "How We Change", it was too late. I have not written for a long time, as if I have no way to start with the future.

why is that?

  Obviously, the creation time of "Internationale" was earlier than "Equality".

  When writing the tenth chapter of "Equality", Chris could have filled in the words of "Internationale" and incorporated the ideas in it.

  Why didn't he do it?

  Why don't you integrate these two works, but separate them so much?

  Great doubts arose in Verak's heart.

   Did Chris change his mind later and think that "Internationale" was wrong, or is there another reason?

   "This is the final struggle, unite until tomorrow, Internaxionel must achieve it!"

  Can say such a sonorous and extremely firm sentence, how could Chris become so hesitant when creating "Equality", the whole person looks very confused?

   "How do we change..." Valak muttered to himself.

  If one day in the future, they really manage to overthrow the government, seize power, and have the power to change the world, what should they do then?

  Equality!

  Of course it is equality, but how to do it? How can we guarantee that equality will continue? How can it be guaranteed that it will be implemented on everyone? How to ensure that some things are equal and better than others?

do not know.

  Verak vaguely figured out this problem.

  In fact, Chris is not a weak person. He realized early in the creation of "Internationale", that only by resolutely fighting against the old world can we create a new future for everyone.

  But when Francis died, he wrote "Equality" alone, and wrote indignantly when he reached Chapter 10 "How We Change", he was at a loss.

  After overthrowing the old world, what should we do next?

  How to create a new world?

  If the new world cannot be opened up, the old world will come back to life sooner or later.

  If a new world is opened up, but still full of problems, then the haze of the old world will definitely not be completely dispelled.

   To put it bluntly, "Internationale" is not thorough enough.

  Or its focus is not on how to change, so its birth does not mean that Chris can write the tenth chapter of "Equality".

   But how should Chapter 10 be written?

  How can we make this world completely equal, completely united, completely free, and completely beautiful?

   How exactly? !

  Verak's eyes seemed to be covered with a thick layer of mist, and he wanted to push it away to see what the new world hidden behind looked like.

  Let me take a look, just let me take a look.

  Verak thought to himself.

  He wished he could see the answer by some means, so as to avoid many unnecessary detours and sacrifices.

Chris, as the forerunner of this road, has brought too many things and guided too much for the later generations, but after confirming that "International Xiong Neil" must be realized, he still regrettably fell to the " Internaxonel' exists before.

   "Huh..." Verak leaned back on the chair and sighed.

  Before they wrote the tenth chapter of "Theory of Equality", "How We Change", everything they did seemed to be breaking away from the ruined continent and swimming towards one side in the boundless ocean.

   Will you swim to a brand new continent, or will you die of exhaustion on the way, or will you never find a new continent and just return without success?

  Verak stared at the content on the two pieces of paper.

In addition to completing the current plan to seize government buildings with like-minded comrades in the Equality Association, and working with Mr. Keating to train students who will be the backbone and leaders of the Equality Association in the future, he has also taken on an arduous task for himself .

  For Chris, or for the world, write the tenth chapter of "Equality" "How We Change"!

  Of course, he thinks that his own knowledge and insights are far from enough to stand in front of so many people in the Equality Association. He wants to unite many people to study the answer together.

  Among them, the person he most wanted to discuss with all night was Boyin.

   Therefore, in the next plan to capture the government building, he must rescue Boyin.

  Find one of the key editors for Chapter Ten, the third-generation president of the Baoxia Equality Association.

Verak originally thought that leading two thousand prisoners out of the diamond-like Daimans Prison would be the most impossible and difficult thing he had ever done in his life. Unexpectedly, he had just finished a life test, and then greeted him again. Here comes an even bigger, more incredible challenge.

  The plan to capture the government building must succeed no matter what!

  Villac clenched his fists, intending to put away the "Internationale", and go to have a good rest. Tomorrow morning, he would hurry up and implement the various tasks of the training class, but he suddenly stared at the poems on the paper and had an idea.

  Wouldn’t it be better if such a magnificent, more concise and straightforward poem than “Theory of Equality” can be promoted to more people?

Most poor democracies have never read a book, and they don’t even know a few big characters. The "On Equality" that the Equality Association vigorously spread before is difficult for them to absorb, which seriously affects the awakening of the Equality Association. people.

  If the plan to capture government buildings goes well in the future, they will have an excellent opportunity to promote the concept of equality to the whole world.

  At that time, it was mainly because "Theory of Equality" was mostly theories, which were relatively obscure to the general public. Even if it took a long time to absorb it, I am afraid that the great opportunity will fall short.

   In contrast, poems with only six stanzas are easier to absorb.

  The content in it is also easier to move people's hearts.

  Villac believes that the promotion of "Internationale" will be given priority in the future, which will greatly accelerate the public's understanding of the concept of equality and equality.

  After the people know it, it will be promoted more deeply, but it is far less than the "Equality Theory" that is easy to promote in "Internationale".

   It's just that even if "Internationale" has only six paragraphs, the length has been greatly reduced compared with "On Equality", and it still has a certain threshold for people with a very low level of education.

  Illiterate people can't understand "Equality" and can't understand "Internationale". The fundamental obstacle to dissemination is the text, not the length.

   Is there a way of publicity that everyone can understand?

   Two methods that are easier to understand than words popped up in Verak's brain.

   First, the song.

  Second, movies.

  If "Internationale" is adapted into a song, so that people can change from watching to listening, it will definitely greatly improve their familiarity, even if they are illiterate, it doesn't matter.

   And if it is changed to a movie, it will be more straightforward.

  When Colin was still alive, he took Veraker to several movies. This brand-new industry is developing rapidly. From the initial shooting of a single scene, only half a year later, it has changed to actively telling stories and expressing things through pictures.

  It is a pity that the film has not yet developed into a huge industry that is related to countless people as Verac predicted. Its cost is too high, and its popularity is still very low. If you want to promote "International" through movies, you still need to wait for the industry to become more mature.

  It may be several years, or it may be ten or ten years.

  Villac couldn't wait, he could only give up the bold idea of ​​the movie, and instead thought deeply about using singing to help spread.

   "Arise, slaves suffering from hunger and cold..." Verac held up the paper, and by the light of the desk lamp, he sang out the words in the melody in random, "Arise, suffering people all over the world..."

   Without humming a few words, he chuckled, put the paper back on the table, and stopped the ugly singing.

  This kind of thing has to be left to professional people.

  Villac feels that this matter is very feasible and urgent. The sooner the concept is promoted in a simpler way, the sooner the feedback from the public can be obtained.

  He thought of Ross, the pianist he met in prison.

  Ross is also going back to Laizein, and he wants to be a pianist again.

Verac didn't know if Rose would come back after ten days, whether the heavy snowfall today would hinder him, or whether Rose would compose music besides playing. In short, if there is fate, they Will meet again.

As a person who has spent two months with Veraker and was deeply influenced by him and "Equality", Veraker thought, if Ross is really capable and they are really possible to do this together, then it is absolutely suitable However.

   Only people who have experienced it like Ross can maximize the adaptation of "Internationale" into songs and retain its momentum and spirit.

   "咚—咚—"

  The clock in the corridor rang.

   It is already two o'clock in the morning.

  Verak came back to his senses and realized that it was time for him to sleep, and no matter how much he wanted to do, he had to wait until dawn.

   "Hmm..." He stretched his waist, let out a groan, and turned off the desk lamp, because he was too sleepy, so he didn't bother to wash and take off his clothes, so he went back to bed and lay down.

  Just a few seconds after lying on the bed, the heavy eyelids could no longer be opened, and fell into a deep sleep.

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  The "Internationale" in the text is excerpted from the poems of Eugène Pottier.

  (end of this chapter)