Tears Shed in the Grip of Insufferable Oppression
Chapter 1 - Torrential waters 1917 November 7, was an insufferable winter day. October to January are the four months Russia shears off from Earth. Escalated cutthroat cold snow layer, with its frozen fingers clawing that huge nation tears it out from the soil. The next few months, the prisoning of that nation in some abysmal space. By squeezing its last ounce of hope, burning the last piece of wood that nation battles with it. Each humane resisting effort is transcribed into journals and literature. Release from the clutches of cold weather at the end of February is like the rebirth of Russia. Wriggling out from the dark womb, gently finding its way through the cold slow layer, steps into the new sunshine world beneath a fresh blue sky. Trees, Birds, Reptiles along with humankind every creature is resurrected. That part of the world knows the secret of death and the coming-alive life cycle. But that November was different. Under the grayish snow layer, bullets were fired. The scat