Soviet Union 1991

(Second update, if you are short of books, I would like to recommend "The Great Era 1958", which is also a book about the Soviet Union.)

The trial of Chanturlia and Kostava was not held in the Supreme Court of Georgia. They were directly extradited to the Supreme Court in Moscow for trial. Although this was somewhat inconsistent with the Soviet trial system, in view of the complexity and sensitivity of the case, they were extradited directly to the Supreme Court in Moscow for trial. They must face justice before the Supreme People's Court in Moscow.

The difference from the trial three years ago was that Chanturlia and Kostava no longer appeared in the trial court as defeated villains three years ago, but as shackled prisoners, standing dejectedly before the trial. The bench accepted the verdict.

The courthouse was already crowded with people paying close attention to the incident. After widespread publicity, no one wanted to believe that they were innocent patriots, but bloody executioners.

When the trial opened, the atmosphere became tense and solemn. The judges, judges and jurors took their seats one after another. As the president of the Moscow Supreme Court, Chernov undoubtedly had the heavy responsibility of trying this case on his head. Just like the famous saying of Tsarist Russia, the left hand of the judge is the sword to end evil, and the right hand is the scale of justice.

And Chernov will make this group of turbulent elements accept the punishment of iron and blood in the name of the Supreme Soviet.

Along with Chanturlia and Kostava, the captured rioters were also brought to court. They were so frightened that they told the story of all the incidents before the Ministry of Internal Affairs took careful care of them, and passed all the responsibilities to The plotters and conspirators of the unrest, trying to make Chantulia and Kostava bear all the responsibility.

When Chernov pronounced Chantulia and Kostava guilty of murder, treason and secession, and sentenced them to death, the two almost collapsed on the ground. Some members of the so-called democrats refused to accept the court's decision. He heckled the court, but was driven out by police officers at gunpoint.

Gritting his teeth and bearing all the charges, Kostava did not dare to say that Zviad was the real mastermind behind the scenes, because he always remembered what he said to them under the dinner table that night.

"You can choose to flee Georgia after this turmoil and fly away with American aid to you. Go to the Western world and start a new life. Or you can expose my crimes to the Soviets and explain to them that I guess I am behind all this. But I can assure you that even if you are eventually sent to the gallows, there will be people who will continue to hunt down your family members who have already been sent abroad, leaving you to live in the shadows for the rest of your life. Kostava, your youngest son is here. Studying at Columbia University, right?”

Zviad's attitude shows that he wants to monopolize all political achievements in Georgia. If the two collaborators are unwilling to accept his conditions, the result will be much more tragic than imagined.

"Yes, I agree with all the charges and obey the court's judgment." Changtulia said solemnly, having no choice but to die alone to save his family, or to be buried together in the political whirlpool, Chantulia made made your own choice.

Kostava, who was still trying to struggle before, has now completely given up and accepted the Supreme Court's decision.

The pro-democracy members who were brought forward later did not have the calm courage of the two opposition leaders, and collapsed to the ground when the judge pronounced the death sentence. Some of the college students burst into tears, regretting that they had listened to others' instigation and joining in the turmoil against the Soviet regime, and begged the country to give them another chance.

Judge Chernov patiently listened to their arguments, showed the photos of the victims in front of everyone, and then said sternly to this group of young people who didn’t know the heights of the world, “If I forgive you, how will we go? When faced with the people who died in the turmoil in these photos, did you consider the feelings of those innocent citizens? I don’t think you will, and you never will, so we don’t need to forgive you, even if you are a pastor. And God's thing, we just have to send you to them."

Everyone's faces were ashen, and Chernov closed the last door of hope in front of them.

"Punish them!"

"The Soviets will not let the enemy go!"

"You bunch of beasts, all go to hell!"

When these people were escorted out of the court, the indignant crowd outside the Moscow court shouted angrily at the thugs. If there were not a large number of police on site to maintain order, these people might have been torn into pieces by the rushing crowd. .

In the face of fairness and order in the court, no one can be exempted.

No one could disrupt the order of the Soviet Union with impunity. Yanayev used the harshest punishment to tell all rebels who were ready to move not to try to challenge the Soviet Union's bottom line.

We will not be afraid.

January 7th was the Russian Orthodox Christmas. On this day, Moscow was filled with a joyful and peaceful atmosphere at minus ten degrees Celsius. Everyone gathered at home to celebrate this festival of thanksgiving to Jehovah. Old men who believe in Orthodox Christianity hold crosses and sit at the dining table to thank the Lord for the gospel he has brought to them. The little girl wrapped in a white scarf lay on the windowsill filled with snow, watching the snow bending the green coniferous forest. The Volga River not far outside the wooden house had already formed a thick layer of ice.

Suddenly, a military truck roared past the dirt road outside the wooden house, carrying a group of bloodless people, as pale as the winter. Military trucks shuttled by one after another. The little girl was about to ask her family to look at this scene, but the panicked old grandmother covered her eyes and told the child not to look, then stretched out a hand to draw the curtains, and took her back to the dining table to pray with the adults.

The old woman added a sentence in the last prayer, "May God forgive their crimes."

On the day when the family should have been reunited, a group of people were charged with treason and sent to the execution ground beside the Volga River for execution. The biting wind dried their tears of regret. The last part of the journey accompanied these people, only regret, choking and speechlessness.

The pale Changtulia raised his head and took a last look at the blue sky that he had seen countless times. He forced a smile to Kostava who was silent beside him, "Don't look so sad. Isn't our ending all our own fault? Why did you learn something else but others' coup? It's a pity that we ended up falling into the hands of our so-called political allies."

The sound of the Kalashnikov rifle pulling the bolt was particularly harsh. Changtulia subconsciously closed his eyes and muttered silently, "Zvyad, don't be too proud too early. We will wait for you in hell."

A series of gunshots rang out in the quiet Volga River, startling a group of jackdaws perched on the trees, and they flew to the deeper coniferous forest with their voices hoarse. The intermittent gunshots lasted for fifteen minutes before everything returned to calm again. After the forensic doctor checked whether the prisoner was dead, the soldiers who were cleaning the scene dragged the body to the cemetery where the cross was inserted. The blood that had been drained dyed the pure white ice red, presenting a chilling dark red in the sun.

The script of this massive Georgian turmoil was written with bullets by the Soviets, marking the end of the play.