It had to be further scattered.
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However, the Russian mail ended a long time ago, in the summer of 17 years: since the first time in Europe, the Minister of Post and Telegraphs appeared. Then the “Minister of Labor” appeared for the first time – and then the whole of Russia stopped working. And the devil of Cain’s anger, bloodthirst, and wildest self-government fell upon Russia precisely in those days when brotherhood, equality and freedom were proclaimed. Then there was an outcry, a sharp disturbance. Everyone cried out against each other for the slightest contradiction: “I arrest you, shit son!” “I was almost killed by a soldier in the Arbat Square at the end of March 17 – for allowing myself some “freedom of speech” by sending to hell the “Social Democrat” newspaper, which was imposed on me by a journalist.