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The bombings have long been a thing of the past. They are only a memory that awakens with a distant but disturbing echo, at some new shot fired from an ambush from afar with a sniper's scope. But the time was different at the end of the 19th and beginning of the 20th century. It is shaken by dynamite explosions. Individual terror penetrates not only the circles of nihilists and anarchists, but also among revolutionary organizations for national liberation. The terrible chorus of explosions tears the atmosphere of Europe, disturbs the digestion of the calm bourgeois, disrupts his enjoyment of Straussian melodies. The epicenter of these small volcanic eruptions is hidden somewhere in Petrograd and Moscow, where emperors, grand dukes and ministers from time to time fly through the air, and fear gnaws the hearts of their deputies. And although the shadow of the eternal Azev dances like a firecracker on the embers of the explosions, although their temperature never manages to ignite a revolutionary fire, they create a specific Decor of the era.