Petrograd Inflitrators Analysis

The Petrograd Inflitrators
Hello, I have no name. I am just a part of the masses that overthrew the corrupt Provisional Government. Me and hundreds more have been pushed into a stinky French-style taxi. In the taxis transporting us, we saw an enraged Petrograd (St. Petersburg). There were soldiers everywhere and slogans such as “Mir, Khleb i Zemlya!” (Peace, Bread and Land) on blood red flags donned the apartment blocks and buildings. When I stepped off at the meeting point near St. Isaac’s Cathedral, and the taxis went to pick up more soldiers from the trains, I saw a political officer. He began to yell at us.
“Why are you and your comrades here late, you duraki?” I calmly replied, “The trains and the taxis were late, sir.” He sighed, and commanded me and about ten others to get ready and march to the
It was hard to hear him over all of the cheers. “I’m going to infiltrate the palace. Want to come with?” I replied strongly, “Ty zlish'sya? (Are you mad?)” “But think,” he replied. “We could become rich and famous.” “And we could get shot by a girl,” I jotted back. He ignored me and bolted to the other side of the building. I could have got a political officer to help me, but he was too far back. And so I did the stupid thing and followed him.

By now, this man have showed great dexterity when by the time I got to where he was, he already broke open a window and climbed in. It was shocking in there. Literally. There was lights and candles up above and gold up to the horizon of our eyes. We walked beside paintings of the Tsars, among the likes of Peter the Great, who founded the Empire. Seeing Alexander II, who freed the slaves, but didn’t do enough. And at the end, we saw Nicholas II, who caused the war and the famines. We ripped the painting of him off of the warm-colored walls and stabbed it with our bayonets.
I reacted, “He is not God’s representative now, he is now a lowly