Vince

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Damn I had my "Woodrow Wilson, Savior of the Russian Republic" reply ready only to see the city still surrendered.

Good update. Looking forward to more!
 
What I'm getting at is that, provided there is no intervention to bite off, say, Ukraine or Central Asia, whichever faction wins the war will end up with more or less the same technological, agrarian, and industrial base as OTL's Soviet Union... which subsequently rebounded. So Russia can definitely recover in the right set of hands.
If... :evilsmile: :evilsmile:
 
Seems as though the only hope for the Republican cause now is Lenin. Only he won’t save the republic, he’ll destroy it and replace it with a “worker’s paradise” complete with a Red Terror.
 
Damn I had my "Woodrow Wilson, Savior of the Russian Republic" reply ready only to see the city still surrendered.
An atl where Wilson intervenes on behalf of the Russian Republic:
Wilson flying atop a biplane: Hello my fellow Republican brethren, it is us the United States of America and we've come to save you!
People of St. Petersburg: Hooray its the United States!
Wilson: From yourselves!
People of St. Petersburg: Oh no its the United States

Inspired by this scene from Hellising Abridged.
 
An atl where Wilson intervenes on behalf of the Russian Republic:
Wilson flying atop a biplane: Hello my fellow Republican brethren, it is us the United States of America and we've come to save you!
People of St. Petersburg: Hooray its the United States!
Wilson: From yourselves!
People of St. Petersburg: Oh no its the United States

Inspired by this scene from Hellising Abridged.

Suddenly...

...Hughes rides in on a US battleship, completely shirtless and with beard flapping in the wind as he mans the main battery.

Hughes: Wilson, you are a thief and a liar who has no authority to be here! Now come along, and don't even think about making me come over to make you!
Wilson: I don't answer to you, Santa Claus! To make the world safe for democracy, I will happily give my life!

Hughes fires the main battery and shoots Wilson down.

Hughes: Granted, come on boys, let's go home.

Hughes leaves and the whole world cheers as Wilson's ashes scatter on Siberian winds.
 
This certainly puts the combatants here in an odd spot. The Tsarists have taken their golden chalice, but only after denting its structure and filling it with bitter blood. The opposition on the other hand has lost it, but between Kerensky sticking around until the end and the popular authority announcement, I don't think this is as liable to make the cause overall waver so much as harden. Both the communists and republican will be able to play up the resilience shown there, and given the harsh crackdown on materials their sympathies might not even die in Petrograd.

In terms of the internal dual-authority dynamics, I would say this affair probably strengthened Kerensky's spot versus that of Lenin simply due to the latter fleeing the premises well before the former. I can see him trying to jump the gun and betray the Kerenskyites early if he does feel his prestige in the part is slipping, and at this point I can see that resulting in a formal break between his loyalists and the Left elements opposed to Bolshevism. Is this an accurate reading of the situation? That remains to be seen.

I am very curious as to who's intervening in the RCW that is going to notably impact the wellbeing of Petrograd's citizens - Germany is seemingly in cohorts with the Tsarists (at least, under the rug), and while they have reason to expand into Karelia I have doubts about it being Finland given that the new combatant was mentioned as a "power" (which in my eyes implies a pretty large state). There really aren't any other countries in the Baltic that I can see having any impetus to intercede, but maybe that view is too narrow - an invasion anywhere in the Empire could make the Tsarists need to conduct harsher rationing and keep a tighter bead on dissent. If that's the case, my bets are on the Ottomans or Japanese being our culprit.

Speaking further about the Ottomans, they provide an example of why I don't really think the "Russia's lack of democratic tradition means a republic is doomed to fail" argument holds any significant amounts of water. In the Ottoman Empire's history, there were only two fairly short periods during which a constitutional system was present; the first lasted barely a couple of years, and the latter was intensely troubled by the events of the 1910s plus the influence of the Three Pashas. Yet out of that came the Republic of Turkey, which while possessing its own litany of problems underwent a pretty drastic improvement of conditions as compared to the preceding years of the Ottoman twilight. Russia's undeveloped democratic traditions on a national level would certainly hinder the establishment of a stable and free republic, but routinely doom it? I am not so sure. Hard to see it being worse than the effects of another Alexander III on Russian civic politics.
 
This timeline is pretty interesting, but I have to ask. Will Spain or Portugal have some updates focused on them? Because I feel Spain can be a German ally as the king of Spain (if Alfonso the XIII dies) has family connections to the German Kaiser and is a country that is searching her place in the sun once again after losing it.
 
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This timeline is pretty interesting, but I have to ask. Will Spain or Portugal have some updates focused on them? Because I feel Spain can be a German ally as the king of Spain (if Alfonso the XIII) haves family connections to the German Kaiser and is a country that is searching her place in the sun once again after losing it.
I suspect there will be a Spanish Civil War at some point, maybe even sooner than IOTL, what with Communist France right next to Spain. The CP would almost certainly intervene, making for quite the historical irony, as the Habsburgs would essentially be fighting to keep the Spanish Bourbons on the Spanish throne. Then again, that was the international precedent set back during the War of the Spanish Succession. That, and neither France nor Spain should make common cause together.
 

Vince

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Suddenly...

...Hughes rides in on a US battleship, completely shirtless and with beard flapping in the wind as he mans the main battery.

Hughes: Wilson, you are a thief and a liar who has no authority to be here! Now come along, and don't even think about making me come over to make you!
Wilson: I don't answer to you, Santa Claus! To make the world safe for democracy, I will happily give my life!

Hughes fires the main battery and shoots Wilson down.

Hughes: Granted, come on boys, let's go home.

Hughes leaves and the whole world cheers as Wilson's ashes scatter on Siberian winds.

Only to have the after-credits scene show a hand reaching out of the plane wreckage foreshadowing Wilson's return in Russian Democracy 2: The Red Reckoning
 
I really don't understand how the assault on Petrograd can have been the greatest blunder of the civil war, surely someone's going to mess up worse than 'achieved objectives, shored up legitimacy, if at high cost'. But okay, maybe you have an explanation ;)

But to my perspective: with Petrograd taken, the republic loses its veneer of being a government, and becomes much more obviously a rebellion. And helping even disliked governments crush bloody rebellion has got to look pretty good on the global stage after Vienna (and these rebels murdered their monarch, too!). The warm bodies may be hard to replace, but who would balk at supplying the Tsar on the back of an IOU regarding Russia's resources? It's not like the rebels are gonna hand those out instead, nevermind the Kaiser might come knocking if you're too obviously pro-Tsar-murderers.
 
I really don't understand how the assault on Petrograd can have been the greatest blunder of the civil war, surely someone's going to mess up worse than 'achieved objectives, shored up legitimacy, if at high cost'. But okay, maybe you have an explanation ;)
Don't worry-- all will be revealed in time!
But to my perspective: with Petrograd taken, the republic loses its veneer of being a government, and becomes much more obviously a rebellion. And helping even disliked governments crush bloody rebellion has got to look pretty good on the global stage after Vienna (and these rebels murdered their monarch, too!). The warm bodies may be hard to replace, but who would balk at supplying the Tsar on the back of an IOU regarding Russia's resources? It's not like the rebels are gonna hand those out instead, nevermind the Kaiser might come knocking if you're too obviously pro-Tsar-murderers.
These are all very good points and yes, the Central Powers will provide Tsarist Russia with ample supplies.
 
I really don't understand how the assault on Petrograd can have been the greatest blunder of the civil war, surely someone's going to mess up worse than 'achieved objectives, shored up legitimacy, if at high cost'. But okay, maybe you have an explanation ;)
Turns out engaging in pogroms and "rebel suppression" in front og the foreign press makes your cause rather hard to support. Especially since the Tsar kinda assassinated a relative in Switzerland. To be blunt, they've had bad PR for some time, and it just adds to it.
 
Turns out engaging in pogroms and "rebel suppression" in front og the foreign press makes your cause rather hard to support. Especially since the Tsar kinda assassinated a relative in Switzerland. To be blunt, they've had bad PR for some time, and it just adds to it.
Yeah-- a fair bit of this too. But there's an additional reason, which we'll see in the next chapter.
 
Turns out engaging in pogroms and "rebel suppression" in front og the foreign press makes your cause rather hard to support. Especially since the Tsar kinda assassinated a relative in Switzerland. To be blunt, they've had bad PR for some time, and it just adds to it.
They're Tsarist Russia. Surely bloody repression can't cause worse?

And I could argue that if those two together cause Russian misery, the assasination may have well been the greater blunder; taking Petrograd gives Russia something, murders inside the Tsar's family... not so much ;) But Kaiser W the tenth says he has a plot brewing, so we'll see :)
 
Chapter 54: The Peasant's War
Chapter Fifty-Four: The Peasant's War

"An army marches on its stomach."
-Napoleon Bonaparte

"Comrade-Peasantry; unite hands! By the fruit of your labours and the sweat on your brow you have fed the overlords for so long. Now the chance is at hand to take what is yours once more..."
-Alexander Antonov to his men

Russia had always been an agricultural nation; despite the growth of industry and cities over the past decades, the majority of Russians still lived on the land. Though serfdom was half a century gone, the average Russian peasant’s life was miserable. Many lived on communal farms, dependent on a few assigned strips of land and a couple of animals to make ends meet. Conscription took their sons away for years; the wages he sent home were seldom enough to atone for the loss of his labour. Many fathers, sons, and brothers had never come home from the Great War, which had made collecting the harvest difficult. Every year since 1914 had been lean, but now the civil war worsened matters. Russia’s harvest season stretches from July through August, so it was just as the Brusilov Offensive was winding down that peasants began to reap what they’d sowed. Facing the loss of many of their ports- and thus their opportunities to trade with the wider world- the Tsarists were hellbent on requisitioning as much as possible. Those peasants who lived on estates as serfs in all but name saw officers speak with their ‘landlords’ (‘owners’ would’ve been a more apt description), after which armed men entered the common fields and forced them to work at bayonet point while their landlords cradled a bag of rubles- few of which made it into the peasant’s pockets. Independent farmers who lived in agricultural villages (dubbed ‘mir’) found themselves facing military occupation. Armed soldiers requisitioned whatever they wanted and then marched off, leaving the villagers destitute. Republican troops were just as guilty of this as Tsarists but were better propagandists.

Contrary to contemporary propaganda, Alexander Kerensky was no friend of the peasantry. The May Day General Strike had begun partially because city-dwellers blamed the Tsarina for the high cost of living. For the moment, the people accepted their privations because there was a war on, but Kerensky knew how quickly that could change. Once Hungary's rebel regime had failed to deliver the goods, the people had returned to the ancien regime with the cry "peace, bread, and land!" If it could happen in Budapest, it could happen in Moscow. Disrupting the harvest would harm his own side as much as the Tsarists, and Kerensky didn't want to cause famine. For the poor Russian peasant, it made no odds whether the men trampling his field were Tsarist or Republican; they were armed men nabbing his produce without paying. Cynicism sprouted as conservatives realised the Tsar was not their benevolent father, and liberals realised Kerensky's dreams of equality didn't extend to them.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Russia's peasantry found a third option.

Peasant champion Alexander Antonov
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Alexander Antonov had been born in Moscow in 1889, but grown up in the poor North Caucasian town of Tambov. Supporting his family by the sweat of his brow, combined with losing his mother at sixteen, had left Antonov bitter, and he found an outlet in radical politics. Like many angry peasants, he supported the Socialist Revolutionary Party, (SRs) and was an unusually active member. He spent the Great War in prison for robbery and, rumour has it, only found out about the September Revolution after his release. Tsar Michael II pardoned Antonov as part of a mass amnesty in January 1918, leaving him free but destitute. Returning to Tambov, Antonov found his family dead and conditions far worse than they'd been ten years ago. Desperate, he became a hired hand for three hot meals a day and a hay bale to sleep on. "That", he recounted shortly before his death, "was the key moment of my life: the moment I realised what the system had done to the Russian peasantry. Anyone who, having seen those conditions with his own eyes as I did, showed apathy, must have a broken conscience." Though his kulak employer was well-off, he and his fellow hired hands "were equal in stature to the pigs and cows." Peasants in common fields or noble estates had it even worse. After bringing in the autumn harvest, Antonov was let go. His wages just sufficed for a train ticket to the 'big city'- in this case, Voronezh. The North Caucasian city wasn't New York, but it overwhelmed a man accustomed to prison cells and potato fields. Poverty drove Antonov to charity kitchens, not all of which were run by conservative Orthodox priests. Antonov met an SR in early 1919 over a bowl of barley broth who'd conducted a robbery with him eleven years ago and invited him to a covert meeting. Banning the Socialist-Revolutionaries only increased their allure, and Tsarina Xenia was failing to clamp down on proscribed groups. Many of Voronezh's intelligentsia turned up and were surprised by "the force with which this illiterate scamp spoke", as one put it. The illiterate scamp detailed the Russian peasant's plight "in such a manner that one could not fail to be moved." Antonov received wild applause, as well as something more important: an audience with Boris Kamkov. Antonov was thrilled. Kamkov was a mythic figure who lived on the edge of the law. He co-led the Socialist-Revolutionary Party, a Marxist group in vogue amongst the peasantry. At the Duck Bay Conference (1), he'd aligned with Vladimir Lenin while his colleague Viktor Chernov had joined Julius Martov.

Lenin's triumph propelled Kamkov to power. When the May Day General Strike erupted, Kamkov (acting with Lenin's approval), called on Russia's peasants to join the struggle. Enlisting many former members of the defunct All-Russian Peasant Union, Kamkov and his retinue roamed the North Caucasian countryside, urging peasants to "aid your bretheren in the cities". With the spring harvest approaching, people had enough food in their back gardens to sustain themselves, and many severed their trade links with the cities. Kamkov was a politican, not a commander of men. His position as leader of the SRs precluded his leading a war in the North Caucasus; he had to oversee the organisation in Moscow. Before departing, Kamkov entrusted Antonov with leading the North Caucasian peasants.

So began the Peasant's War.

Antonov was an outsider. Whereas Kamkov spent time negotiating with Lenin and feuding with Chernov, managing the SRs from afar, Antonov knew only action, and threw himself into the revolution. Like a latter-day Robin Hood, he roamed the countryside with a loyal entourage, exhorting peasants to join the revolution. To men whose livelihoods and faith in the system had been shattered, Antonov offered a way out. Many took up arms and followed him. Wealthy farmers and landowners pleaded with the local governors for protection, but the war against the Republicans took precedence, and they were helpless against the marauding bands. Years of anger at poverty, requisitions, and abuse flooded out under the guise of revolution. Smoke columns on the horizon became a regular sight as some estate turned to ashes. All the conservative caricatures of revolution- the unruly masses burning homes, murdering women and children, and destroying objets d'art- became reality in summer 1919. Not only did Antonov recognise these atrocities, he encouraged them. "Since the landowners have denied the people what is theirs by rights for so long", he wrote to Lenin in July, "it is only fitting that there should be a reckoning now." There were limits to Antonov's power, though. His glorified bandits lacked the military structure of the main combatants. Hunting guns, knives, and pitchforks, not Nagants and grenades, were the order of the day. Lacking supply columns, they lived off the land. This afforded mobility, but prevented them from conquering cities or fighting in anything larger than a skirmish. As the summer dragged on, a balance of power emerged. The Tsarists couldn't pacify the countryside, but were safe inside large cities, and could raid the countryside in force for supplies.

It should come as no surprise that Russia slid into famine in summer 1919. Conscription took labour away from the fields, while both sides lived off the land. Even outside the North Caucasus, where Antonov held no sway, there was chaos. Many fled their fields to avoid the wrath of approaching troops, only to find on their return that the fields were bare and the barn was empty. Such peasants then became refugees, wandering aimlessly in search of food. Poor logistics encouraged men to carry as much food with them as possible- after all, they didn't always know when their next meal would be- and to burn what they couldn't take lest the enemy use it. Supplying millions of men with twice the calories a normal man needs strained the system, leaving little for civilians. And all this was in quiet areas where the peasantry wasn't actively revolting.

The cities soon felt the impact. Food shortages had been common since the General Strike, but everyone had known the food existed. Rationing, breadlines, and distribution under gunpoint were harsh but reasonable. Now, things changed. You got to the breadline, stomach growling, cards in hand, only to find chaos. There was no bread, the soldiers explained. Go home, we cannot help you. Arguing with an armed man is seldom a good idea, so what choice did you have? You went home and explained to the wife and kids what had gone wrong, told your little girl why she'd go to bed hungry tonight. The wolf growled at the door as you dozed off, and woke up weak. You could practically taste the bread as you walked back to the distribution centre- but again, nothing. Soon, your pace at work slowed. Every stroke of the saw or crank of the factory handle required just a little bit more effort. Visions of rich, crisp-crusted brown loaves and silky, rich margarine danced before your eyes. They were tantalising enough to make you forget your pain, deafen you to the cries of your wife and daughter. All you did was lie back in bed, numb to your hunger, not even wanting to use the toilet. Your body used sleep to pay itself back for the food it couldn't have... and then one day, you didn't wake up.

A starving girl before a fenced-off factory in Kirov, summer 1920. Note the starving goat roaming behind her.
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Famine didn't discriminate, and both sides fought it with a vehemence they usually saved for their fellow countrymen. Making reference to "the carrot and the stick" seems insensitive, but both sides followed this policy. Charity organisations- most prominently Herbert Hoover's American Relief Association, and various groups affiliated with the Catholic and Orthodox Churches- saved thousands of lives. The former had more success in Republican-held areas, as Hoover enjoyed better relations with Kerensky's liberals (while Lenin and Zinoviev didn't want to spread the idea that religion was good), while the latter did better under the Tsarists (for the exact opposite reasons). And in fairness, both sides made a good-faith effort to feed their people. Whatever the army didn't need went to the cities, where it was distributed equally. There was, of course, a dark side. Stealing or forging ration cards was punishable by death. Armed men shot anyone attempting to steal from a granary, no questions asked. Daily riots were met with truncheons, but the problem soon took care of itself- people soon lost the strength to march and fight. Those who fled the cities were often impressed by passing armies, no different than in Napoleon's day, or cut down by bandits, or simply starved after failing to find food. The lucky ones became bandits.

Russia's social cohesion was falling apart. Something had to change, lest the winner inherit a nation of skeletons.

The Brusilov Offensive petered out in July 1919. The Republicans had exerted themselves but failed to throw the Tsarists back. Alexander Kerensky was content with stalemate outside Moscow, however, as it allowed him to turn his attention south. Enough North Caucasian grain to feed the country lay within reach, and he intended to take it. As he remained in Petrograd, the Provisional President ordered Alexei Brusilov to negotiate with Antonov. Speaking as one reformer to another, perhaps the two could find common ground? A deputy of Brusilov's travelled to Vyazovska- a few hills and huts which Antonov had made his own- bearing Kerensky's requests. The Provisional President, he reminded Antonov, was a former Socialist Revolutionary, just like him. The Russian Republic would respect the peasants, and "adhere to the policies of Comrades Kamkov and Lenin." Besides, the deputy pointed out, Antonov was barely surviving. If he kept playing cat-and-mouse with Tsarist patrols, they would eventually win. Better to enjoy the protection of the Republic.

"If you care about the agricultural classes so much", Antonov retorted, "why are your military commanders wealthy landowners?" He sent the deputy packing.

Alexander Kerensky was livid. "The cooperation of the Russian Republic with the Socialist Revolutionary Party", he wrote to Boris Kamkov, "is predicated upon that organisation's ability to mobilise the rural people of Russia in support of that cause. Failure to do so would reduce the incentive for our factions to align." Kamkov was no scholar, but he saw the threat. If you can't get your man under control, you will be purged. Kamkov thus travelled down the Volga to meet his subordinate. It's not known how he did it, but Kamkov got his protege on board. Antonov must've realised that if he didn't cooperate, the Republicans might turn on him.

On 14 August, Antonov declared that "the interests of the Russian peasant movement and the interests of the Provisional Government align." The first grain shipments up the Volga River came two weeks later. Kamkov's diplomacy allowed bread to return to the shop windows of Moscow, and it wasn't long before those starving under Tsarist rule began fleeing to the Central Volga. Republican troops arrived in force to defend their new breadbasket, eliminating Tsarist holdouts. Many of Antonov's peasant brigands joined the Republican ranks, as did hungry Tsarists. Come the autumn, as Yudenich inched closer to Petrograd (2), the Republicans tightened their hold on the grain supply.

The decision of the Tsarists to win prestige by destroying Petrograd, while letting their enemy have the economic resources of the North Caucasus, was surely the greatest blunder of the Russian Civil War.

Alexander Antonov was none too happy at the results. Had anyone but Kamkov ordered him to stand down, he would've refused. Antonov had gone from the strongest man in the North Caucasus to a minor cog in the Republican machine. The fall of Petrograd told him what a mistake he'd made. The end of the war was near, Kerensky and Lenin were missing, presumed dead, and it was only a matter of time before Moscow fell. (3) Antonov was a peasant at heart. The endless wheatfields and rolling hills were his home, not cramped wartime Moscow. He identified with simple country folk, not politicians like Kamkov or generals like Brusilov. The trains of wheat which rolled into the capital meant salvation for the urbanites, but Antonov knew how they'd gotten there. His people had reaped and sowed at gunpoint to feed this beast of a war effort, all because of him. All because he'd capitulated.

Alexander Antonov hadn't given up hope for his people, and he vowed that whatever happened to Russia, he would carry on the fight till his last breath.

(1) New readers: see chapter 47
(2) See the previous chapter-- this should contextualise the line about the 'greatest blunder of the war'
(3) Emphasis on the "presumed"

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"Comrade-Peasantry; unite hands! By the fruit of your labours and the sweat on your brow you have fed the overlords for so long. Now the chance is at hand to take what is yours once more..."
-Alexander Antonov to his men
Oh this is going to be messy.
Every stroke of the saw or crank of the factory handle required just a little bit more effort. Visions of rich, crisp-crusted brown loaves and silky, rich margarine danced before your eyes. They were tantalising enough to make you forget your pain, deafen you to the cries of your wife and daughter. All you did was lie back in bed, numb to your hunger, not even wanting to use the toilet. Your body used sleep to pay itself back for the food it couldn't have... and then one day, you didn't wake up.
Fucking hell, that's going to stick with me a while.

I don't have as much to say this time, except that Antonov is far more sympathetic to me than most of the figures we have left, that I'm cautiously interested in seeing where he takes his views and that as much as one designates a 'cog' as a minor and less significant role, it just takes one cog to go out of whack and the whole machine begins to shudder to a stop.

.....Granted, if Russia is the machine, it is one that is on fire and consuming itself from the inside, but the point still stands.
 
Agreed; Antonov is genuinely the first historical character of TTL that has...guilt-free, sympathy from yours truly.

EDIT: I love that response of his to the republicans too. It's something that needs be asked to every high and mighty SOB who talks big about injustice and other noble causes...from the comfort of a cushy office in a First World country. Who eats five meals a day. And who earns more in a month than most people earn in a decade.

If they care so much, how about they actually do something about it instead of just talking their mouths off.
 
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