The two returned to the hotel through the underground passage. When they climbed to the sixth floor and walked to their respective rooms, Verak and Keating couldn't help but shudder. Then they both looked at the windows on the side of the corridor. It was raining outside.
It snowed heavily.
"It's snowing." Seeing the snowflakes flying in the night, Keating suddenly didn't rush to go back to rest. He stood by the bed, facing the cold wind, and watched the scene intently.
"I haven't seen you for a long time, right?" Verak also stepped forward and put his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah." Keating nodded slightly.
During the two years he was in prison, he never left the cell on the ground floor. It was only after Verac came that he changed everything and gave him the right to move elsewhere.
"If we had arrived one day late, we might have frozen to death on the road." The snow got bigger and bigger, covering the ground as far as the eye could see, Verak sighed.
When it didn't snow yesterday, they were too cold to sleep in the abandoned warehouse. If they had just arrived in Lezein today, or were still on the way here, even if they could avoid freezing to death, the weather would still make them miserable.
Save yourself the trouble and at least extend your travel time by a day or two.
It seems that it was destined that they were lucky enough to avoid these disasters and returned to Lezein without any danger. They were also accepted by the Equality Society again much sooner than expected, and participated in, influenced, and were responsible for the Equality Society.
The most important plan will come next.
"It's like..." Verak thought about how to describe his inner feeling, "I have finally been favored by God. I hope I will have good luck in the future and everything will go well."
"Let's go." Keating, who looked at the scenery for a while, was extremely satisfied. He smiled and said good night to Verak and returned to his room to rest.
Verak paused in front of the window for a while, and after being awakened by the cold wind, he returned to the room and sat down at the desk.
"Hiss..." He breathed air-conditioning, while turning on the lamp on the desk, he spread out the paper of "Internachonelle" that Morais gave him.
Six paragraphs of poetry on two sheets of paper.
He started from the very beginning, "Arise, slaves who are hungry and cold. Arise, suffering people all over the world." He looked carefully at the end, "This is the final struggle, unite until tomorrow, Internazionale."
It must be realized!”.
Intrachonal must make it happen!
Verak could not find a specific meaning for Intrachonelle in the Bressi language, and he did not know which country's language was transliterated into Bressi. In short, Morais said, "English
Tenachonel' means the new world they will ultimately pursue.
Is this the new world?
Verak thought.
He watched "Internachonelle" many times, and the passion and tragedy in it moved him deeply.
"Get up, slaves who are hungry and cold, get up, people who are suffering all over the world! The blood in our hearts has boiled, and we must fight for the truth! The old world is in ruins, slaves, get up! Don't say that we have nothing, we want to be the masters of the world
!”
"There has never been a savior, nor does it depend on a fairy emperor. To create human happiness, it all depends on ourselves! We must take back the fruits of our labor and let our thoughts break out of the cage. Only by burning the fire red and striking the iron while it is hot can we succeed!"
"An oppressive country, with empty laws, exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes that exploit the poor; the wealthy have no obligations, and the rights of the poor are empty words; the 'equality' under surveillance has been moaning for a long time, and equality requires new laws. It says: 'Equality, without nothing'
There are no rights without duties, and there are no duties without rights!'"
"The kings of mines and railroads are so ugly on the altar. What else have they done besides plundering other people's labor? In the safes of these people are the fruits of labor. From the hands of exploiters
Here, the laborers are only collecting blood debts."
"The king has lied to us. We must unite to fight against the tyrant. Let the soldiers go on strike in the army, stop repression and leave the machine of violence. If they insist on defending the tyrant and let us die heroically, they will know our bullets and will shoot
To the generals of your country.”
"Who created the human world? It's us working people. Everything belongs to workers, how can we tolerate parasites! The most hateful ones are those poisonous snakes and beasts that eat up our flesh and blood. Once they are wiped out, the bright red sun will shine everywhere
worldwide!"
These six paragraphs made Verak's blood boil with excitement!
It seems to contain a roar!
This is actually a poem written by Chris!
While Verak watched with great passion, he was particularly surprised by the identity of the author.
Although this poem is inextricably linked to what was expounded in "On Equality", the final expression of the poem is completely different.
In "Internachonelle", Chris bluntly stated various ways of waging war against the old world that Verak strongly agreed with, but in "On Equality", when he wrote the tenth chapter "How do we change", it was too late.
Haven't written yet.
why is that?
Obviously "Intrachonal" was written earlier than "On Equality". When writing the tenth chapter of "On Equality", Chris could have filled in the words from "Intrachonal".
Why doesn't he do this?
A huge doubt arose in Verak's heart.
Did Chris change his mind later, or was there another reason?
"This is the final struggle. If we unite until tomorrow, we will achieve our goal!"
How could Chris become so hesitant and confused when he was writing "Equality" when he could say such a powerful and firm sentence?
"How do we change..." Verak muttered to himself.
If one day in the future, they really 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 specifically? How can we ensure that equality will continue, and how can we ensure that some things will be better than others if they are equal?
have no idea.
Verak vaguely understood what Chris was thinking.
In fact, Chris is not a weak person. He had already realized when he was writing "Intrachonal" that only by resolutely fighting against the old world can we create a new future for everyone.
But after Francis died and he wrote "On Equality" alone, and angrily wrote Chapter 10 "How do we change", he was confused.
Where should we go after overthrowing the old world?
How to open up a new world?
If the new world cannot be opened up, then the old world will be resurrected sooner or later. If the new world is opened up, but it is still full of problems, then the haze of the old world will not be completely dissipated.
How can we make this world completely equal, completely united, completely free, and completely beautiful?
How on earth to do this?!
There seemed to be a thick layer of mist in front of Verak's eyes, and he wanted to push it aside to see what the new world hidden behind was like.
Let me have a look, just let me have a look.
Verak thought.
He wished he could find the answer by some means, so that he could avoid many unnecessary detours and sacrifices.
As a pioneer on this road, Chris brought too much to the people who came after him, and also guided too much. However, after confirming that 'Internachonelle' must be realized, he still regretfully passed away.
Int'l'existence in front of.
"Huh..." Verak leaned back on his chair and sighed.
Before they wrote the tenth chapter of "Equality", "How do we change", everything they did was like leaving a broken continent and swimming in one direction in the boundless ocean.
Will you swim to a brand new continent, will you die of exhaustion midway, or will you never find a new continent and just return without success?
Verak stared at the contents on the two pieces of paper.
In addition to completing the current plan to capture the government building with the like-minded comrades in the Equality Association, and working with Teacher 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 Chapter 10 of "Equality", "How Do We Change"!
Of course, he believed that his own knowledge and insights were far from enough to stand in front of so many people in the Equality Society. He wanted to unite many people to jointly study the answer.
Among them, the person he most wanted to discuss with all night long was Boyin.
Therefore, in the next plan to capture the government building, he must rescue Boyin.
One of the key editors was found for Chapter 10, the third generation president of the Baoxia Pingdong Association.
Verak originally thought that leading two thousand prisoners to escape from the diamond-hard Damans Prison would be the most impossible and difficult thing he had ever done in his life. Unexpectedly, he had just ended a life test, and then faced another one.
Come bigger, more incredible challenges.
The plan to capture the government building must be successful no matter what!
Verak clenched his fists, intending to put away "Internachonelle", go and have a good rest, and hurry up to implement the various tasks of the training class tomorrow morning, but suddenly he stared at the poem on the paper and had an idea.
Wouldn't it be better if such a magnificent and magnificent poem, which is more concise and straightforward than "On Equality", could be promoted to more people?
Most poor democracies have never read a book, and they cannot even read a few Chinese characters. It is difficult for them to absorb the "On Equality" that was previously widely disseminated by the Equality Society, which has seriously affected the awakening of the Equality Society's ideas. More
people.
If the plan to capture the government building goes well in the future, they will have an excellent opportunity to promote the concept of equality to the entire world.
At that time, it was also because the Theory of Equality was mostly theoretical and difficult for the general public to understand. Even if it took a long time to absorb it, I am afraid it would ruin the great opportunity.
In contrast, a poem with only six paragraphs is easier for people to absorb.
The content is also more likely to impress people.
Verak believes that in the future, priority will be given to vigorously promoting "Internachonelle", which will greatly accelerate the public's understanding of the Equality Society and the concept of equality.
After people get to know it, it would be better to promote "The Theory of Equality" which is more profound, but far less convenient for publicity than "Internachonelle".
However, even though "Internachonaire" only has six paragraphs, which is greatly reduced in length compared to "On Equality", it still has a certain threshold for people with very low educational levels.
Illiterate people cannot understand "The Theory of Equality", nor can they understand "Internachonaire". The real obstacle is writing.
Is there a way to promote it that everyone can understand?
Two methods that were easier for people to understand than words suddenly popped into Verak's mind.
First, songs.
Second, movies.
If "Internachonelle" is adapted into a song, and people can switch from watching to listening, their familiarity will definitely be greatly improved.
And if it were changed into a movie, it would be more straightforward.
When Colin was still alive, he took Verak to several movies. This brand-new industry is developing rapidly. From the beginning, it only took half a year to shoot a single scene, and it changed to actively narrating stories through
Pictures are used to express things.
It is a pity that movies have not developed into a huge industry related to countless people as Verak predicted. Its cost is too high and its popularity is still low. I want to promote "Internet" through movies.
Nachonelle", this industry still needs to be more mature.
That may be a few years, or it may be more than ten years.
Verak couldn't wait any longer, so he had no choice but to give up on the bold idea of a movie and instead consider using singing to help spread the word.
"Get up, hungry and cold slaves..." Verak held up the paper, and by the light of the desk lamp, he sang out the words inside with a random melody, "Rise up, all the suffering people around the world..."
After humming a few words, he chuckled, put the paper back on the table, and stopped singing.
This kind of thing must be left to professionals.
Verak feels that this matter is very feasible and there is no need to delay. The sooner the idea can be promoted in a simpler way, the sooner we can gain feedback from the public.
He thought of Ross, the pianist he had met in prison.
Ross is also going back to Lezein, and he wants to be a pianist again.
Verak didn't know if Ross would come back after ten days, and whether the heavy snowfall today would cause any hindrance to him. He also didn't know if Ross could compose music in addition to playing. In short, if they are destined, they
Will meet again.
As someone who had spent two months with Verak and was deeply influenced by him and "The Theory of Equality", Verak thought that if Ross was really capable and it was really possible for them to do this together, it would be a perfect fit.
of.
Only someone who has experienced it like Ross can adapt "Intrachonal" into a song to the greatest extent possible and retain its momentum and spirit.
"Dong——dong——"
The clock in the corridor rang.
It's already two o'clock in the morning.
Verak came back to his senses and realized that it was time for him to go to sleep. No matter how much he wanted to do, he had to wait until dawn.
"Well..." He stretched, groaned, turned off the lamp, and went back to the bed to lie down.
Wash, take off clothes...
He was too sleepy to do it.
Within a few seconds of lying on the bed, my heavy eyelids could no longer be opened and I fell into a deep sleep.
——The "Intrachonelle" in the article is excerpted from the poems of Eugène Baudier.