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Russian original by Maxim Kononenko (c)
http://vladimir.vladimirovich.ru/2005-1-9/#an1061
One morning, January 9, 1905 Grand Duke Vladimir Aleksandrovich was looking down from his window on Petersburg workers that were gathering on the Palace Square.
It is about to begin..., Vladimir Aleksandrovich uttered sadly, as he also saw gendarmes shifting from foot to foot and Cossacks prancing on their horses. I can’t believe how brainless those workers are.
A loud bang came from a distance.
Open fire... said Vladimir Aleksandrovich, crossing himself.
http://vladimir.vladimirovich.ru/2005-1-9/#an1061
One morning, January 9, 1905 Grand Duke Vladimir Aleksandrovich was looking down from his window on Petersburg workers that were gathering on the Palace Square.
It is about to begin..., Vladimir Aleksandrovich uttered sadly, as he also saw gendarmes shifting from foot to foot and Cossacks prancing on their horses. I can’t believe how brainless those workers are.
A loud bang came from a distance.
Open fire... said Vladimir Aleksandrovich, crossing himself.
