The miracle of the revolution, long predicted, awaited, suspected, and again believed, had finally taken place. A miracle surrounded by a halo of thousands of hopes and sufferings…
More and more credible messages arrived in Finland from behind the eastern border, and the song of joy of the great, liberating people began to sound more and more frantic.
And finally Finland had a big Ice Departure.
The morning of March was bright and beautiful. In Helsinki, the streets were full of marching troops led by red flags, surrounded by dawn air.
Everything was like a beautiful dream…
In the first dazzling spring days of freedom, Heikki Wuollek was very enthusiastic about drugs. He felt as if life had suddenly opened his back to the gates of his most locked gardens.
Free citizen of a free country…!
Once reality had fulfilled even the boldest dreams, one had to aim high, higher than ever before.
Whatever the joys or sorrows of the individual, when the people as a whole were free and could, without oppression, the people rush to compete on the fields of glory…
But on Manifesto Day, when lion flags fluttered and people emptied the Christmas tree decorative flags from paper shops, wrapping them around him, he could not wholeheartedly take part in the general joy as he walked through the flagged troops of the flagged city.
He himself did not understand his growing depression.
Was this too beautiful and too easily obtained…? Or was it caused by some of the faces he had seen in the crowd, Ivan’s smile on his lips…?
He hurried to the quieter streets.
But that smile he had seen on the face of a stranger, who we also respected and considered well-educated, brought to his mind many controversies with civilized, even self-proclaimed Russians, who, despite everything about Finland and the rights, had somehow the same thoughts as the worse in control. Both at home and abroad, they had spoken with impetus about how, in a hundred years, the Russians would not be able to cope properly in the country they had conquered with their blood…
How one day they would all change their minds! Ah, no, no! it was childish to imagine. What happened happened due to circumstances… but the sympathies were not there for us in the majority.
Finland’s freedom was still under a lot of weight, even on that side.
And was it not childish to believe that our own, Supis-Finn, mutual hatred and envy would have been buried in the spring floods of freedom…
Months were spent in the humus of freedom. Dreamed new big dreams and saw beautiful views. But already in the first sowing days of May, the anger of anger raised its head with the persecution of Finland.
Veljesvihan…
The sower was grated from the field on more expensive May days. And as the pastries chirped in the blue air of the praise of spring, the rough curses rose from the fields of Finland to the heights, and before evening the sign of Cain was staining the foreheads of many Finnish men…
Heikki was haunted and ashamed. After all, he was also the flesh and blood of this people. Why had a morning so beautifully dawned just covered in such an unexpected cloud of shame? Couldn’t the huge song of freedom have melted hearts into soft waxes and bowed its knees in the face of a great and miraculous life?
He asked and asked. But each day gave the roughest answer than the previous one…
When was the seed of wrath and bitterness that grew such ears being sown?
That is not what he should have asked seuraav for in the next blink of an eye he had to answer to himself that in this country for almost the last couple of decades he had been hated, envied and slandered, as perhaps nowhere else.
With innocent looks, people were now watching the roaring anger around them. And yet the time when anger had been almost a national good, a time when a brother did not greet his brother because of this conviction, a time when everyone believed in immediate judicial power.
This had happened in the upper strata of society.
As true as not a single thought would disappear into non-existence, so it was true that whole heavy mountains had accumulated upon us, which, once, through auspicious lines, were erupting with rage…
Who dared to wash their hands?
Innocence was obviously marveled at by the frivolity and depravity of large numbers of Finnish women. It was forgotten, or wanted to be forgotten, that a few years ago similar expressions were held in smaller circles as a pulp of “healthy power.” It was exactly the same love that had been on a high course in poetry, and above which was the foolish dream of a man of flesh and blood…
The fine ladies of Helsinki told each other in horror about the night dances of their maids and Russian sailors in the Imperial Castle, on the slippery floor of which the ballroom had been danced by many of them in their youth at the Dance Hall. It was like a disgrace to their memories. What were the people so wild…? But they completely forgot the time when many daughters and young ladies of Helsinki’s “better” families almost every night rushed to dance “tango” and “one step” driven by the same instincts of life that now drugged their maids…
So why wonder with innocent looks?
The seed grew only on the coarser cob…
And the yield was a hundredfold.
So many felt the freezing horror of their ship sinking. But still most had forgotten where they had left and where the journey was…
