Nikolai Platonovich Ogarev was not in a very good mood. In fact, he had not been in a good mood for a day since entering 1847.
At the beginning of the year, his good gay friend Herzen was forced to go into exile abroad, which dealt him a huge blow. You must know that he and Herzen have been together since the age of thirteen and have been inseparable. They took oaths together on Sparrow Mountain and were admitted to the Law Department of Moscow State University together.
, worshiped the Decembrist Party together, organized the Herzen-Ogarev utopian socialist group together, were arrested together, and were exiled together.
Who could have imagined that one day Herzen and he would have to part ways, which made Ogarev feel that half of his life was missing and his whole person became incomplete.
Not only did Herzen's departure make Ogarev feel disappointed, but what made him feel even more distressed was Nicholas I's strict censorship system. In order to prevent the spread of new ideas in Russia and to ensure the absolute monarchy, this
The terrifying tsar actually established twelve censorship committees, which locked the Russian intellectuals like iron vices.
In this extremely suffocating environment, Ogarev could not express any opinions or publish any works. He could even often see spies from Part 3 operating secretly around him. Sometimes he wanted to escape from this suffocating country immediately.
, I went abroad to develop with my good friend Herzen.
But Herzen disagreed. This good friend told him: "Dear Nicholas, I have to leave my dearest motherland, otherwise Nicholas I will get rid of me like he got rid of the great Pushkin.
I had to save my life and go into exile abroad."
"But our great cause cannot be terminated. I need eyes and ears to observe everything happening in the country. So please, my most loyal friend, be my eyes and ears! I know that this is extremely painful and dangerous, but the only thing I can trust now is and
The only one I can rely on is you..."
Ogarev accepted this arduous mission and used the secret letter he had agreed with Herzen to inform St. Petersburg of all the major events in Russia. However, in Ogarev's view, 1847 was undoubtedly the year
In a disappointing year, everything was stable in Russia. Nicholas I had spun a tight web like a big spider to monitor everything. The new youth and revolutionaries could only hide in secret and secretly exchange opinions.
For example, he had just participated in a progressive salon at St. Petersburg University, had a hearty conversation with a few good friends, and vented some of his pent-up depression.
"Sir, you have a visitor."
As soon as he entered the door, Ogarev received a notice from the housekeeper. He asked nonchalantly: "Which gentleman is it?"
The butler replied with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry, this gentleman doesn't want to give his name, but he has been waiting for you for several hours and said he would never leave until he sees you!"
Ogarev pondered for a moment. He was not surprised by such a strange visitor who kept his head and tail hidden. In this country with no freedom at all, new ideas were regarded as a scourge by those conservative, backward and stubborn guys.
No one dares to openly talk about their thoughts, and no one dares to express their inclination towards new thinking. Even when dealing with dangerous elements like him who have registered in the third part, they have to be extremely careful. Who knows if there are spies from the third part watching.
Especially those young people who have just come into contact with new ideas are particularly cautious in this regard. They can only worship idols with their heads covered and their faces covered. Wasn't this the same for him back then?
"Is this gentleman very young?" Ogarev asked casually.
"About twenty years old."
Ogarev felt relieved after hearing this answer. It was obvious that this was another immature "pilgrim", but he hoped that the more such pilgrims, the better, because it meant the awakening and awakening of young Russians.
rise.
"Take me to the drawing room."
After Ogarev untied his thick coat and handed it to the butler, he quickly walked into the reception room. He couldn't wait to mentor a new young man.
However, when Ogarev saw the mysterious visitor for the first time, he partially corrected his thoughts. Although the tall blond young man in front of him looked young, he had a very unique temperament and was not as immature as he imagined.
New youth who have only read a few progressive books and have a very superficial understanding:
This person has a head held high, his chest is high, his limbs are slender, and he has the temperament of an athlete. He is completely different from those intellectual young people who have been immersed in books for a long time. Especially his eyes, which are penetrating, bright and full of power. This is also completely different from the new young people who have just come into contact with new ideas.
The latter's eyes were more confused at this time. They had too many questions that they had not thought through and too many questions that needed to be answered.
Obviously, the person in front of Ogarev does not have so many questions to answer, and he is definitely not here to ask for answers. On the contrary, there is a perseverance in the other person's body that is unique to soldiers. Could it be that this person is a new development in the third part?
An undercover agent?
The military police in the third part are the best at playing such despicable tricks. Every year, a group of undercover officers whose appearance and temperament are close to the new youths are selected from the junior officers who graduated from the military academy and sent to the watch list, pretending to be revolutionary youths to probe for intelligence. Many persistent
Professors, students, and social activists with new ideas fell to this despicable method.
Ogarev was suddenly alert. While carefully observing the micro-expression of the visitor, he asked tentatively: "Sir, I heard that you insist on meeting me. I don't know what advice you can give me?"
"Are you Mr. Nikolai Platonovich Ogarev?"
The visitor seemed not sure that the person in front of him was Ogarev, or he felt that Ogarev should not have the ordinary appearance in front of him. As a believer of the Decembrist Party, as a rare self-December Party
The dangerous elements who were exiled by Nicholas I after the Moon Party must have a dangerous temperament after all, right? Why does the man in front of him look like an extremely ordinary little government official?
"I am Ogarev!"
The visitor still didn't quite believe it, so he asked again: "Is it Mr. Herzen's close comrade-in-arms, Ogarev?"
Ogarev felt that his relationship with Herzen was well known to everyone, and there was no need to deny it: "It's just me!"
The visitor was lost in thought and seemed hesitant. This made Ogarev very strange. Why did the other party repeatedly struggle with his identity? The spy in the third part is not so incompetent, right? His portrait is all there in the third part.
, do you still need to confirm in person again and again?
Ogarev asked curiously: "What advice do you have? Or what exactly do you want to see me for?"
The person who came looked at him and thought about it again, hesitated over and over again, and finally said hesitantly: "I'm sorry, you are completely different from what I imagined. But that's not the point. The point is that I have no other way now.
, I can only... I can only ask you for help. As far as I know, you know Mr. Nikolay Alexeyevich Nekrasov, right?"