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History has not preserved the name of Jean Michele. For the simple reason that he was neither a famous military leader, nor a political figure, nor a famous writer or actor. And since he was the personal orderly of the First Consul, the memory of him remained in the personal records of Napoleon Bonaparte, who regretted that his faithful friend and assistant disappeared without a trace upon his arrival in Paris. Describing rumors that he had died in an inn, Napoleon sadly rejected this, because, knowing his executive orderly well, he could not believe that something other than an illness could lead him to a hotel, and not send him immediately with a report to him. Bertrand, who presented himself, handed over to the First Consul what he had gone for. The vicissitudes of the Spear of Destiny are also notable. History knows several tips that claim this name. It is not known whether the consul believed Bertrand, but historians describe a curious case of Napoleon's pursuit of the s
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A young man of slim build looked thoughtfully at the ghostly crescent of the moon, barely visible in the blue evening sky. His white face harmonized pleasantly with the white clouds drifting slowly past his window.It is, of course, good that you decided to celebrate the Boss's birthday, - he said without turning around. But I don't see much point in it.Won't you come with us? – the pale young man even got up from the chair in which he had been sitting before.No Justine. I don't want to waste time on this. You can manage without me. By the way, have you already chosen a victim?Yes, Bertrand, said another pale young man. Unlike the one they called Justine, he looked older and sterner. “He is a young man, an aspiring scientist. Or rather, he thinks so. Obsessed with English folklore. On this we caught him: we promised to show the wedding ceremony of one of the tribes of England that have sunk into oblivion, whose descendants we “accidentally” stumbled upon.A wedding, the young ma
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... They were driving for a long time among the walls of the forest, interspersed with small stop-stations and dark glades. At rare stops, a few passengers entered. Some of them threw sidelong glances at the four fellow travelers, among whose white faces stood out the infantile pink face of a young man framed by blond curly hair. Fellow travelers called him Charles and tried their best to please him. They must take me for a fan of male love, he thought irritably. Defiantly slamming the notebook, which he had previously kept on his knees, from time to time making some notes in it, he reached into his pocket and took out a thin cigarette.Not now, my friend. The dark-haired man sitting next to him gently placed his dainty hand, with its long manicured nails, on Charlie's plump hand. - Be patient a little. We'll be on our way soon. Charlie sighed and put away his cigarette. Then he opened the notebook and, sighing again, looked out the window. It was slowly but sure
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Upon closer examination, Charlie's gaze appeared to be a flat area, in the center of which burned the same fire that he had noticed from below. Around the fire, at a distance of about 9 yards, a circle was made of small fires of dry grass. Inside the circle was a pentagram, at the corners of which were driven five white pillars, previously noticed by Charlie, with dry bundles at the base. The sixth pillar stood somewhat at a distance from the fire, the pentagram and the circle. It had a horizontal bar and the same bundles of brushwood at the base. Charlie was breathless at what he saw, and he ignored the hooded men emerging from the darkness of the trees that surrounded the playground and the fire pit. One of them separated from the group and approached Charlie. He shuddered. Eyes as black as two coals looked at him from under the hood. At the bottom of those eyes, Charlie noticed a familiar red fire. This time it seemed to him that the fire was growing brighter and brighte
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They never found him! A pale young man ran in and slammed his fist on a massive table littered with papers, newspapers, maps, pencils and pens. Some of the impact rolled and fell to the floor, splattering the last of the ink. Bertrand de Gault calmly raised his eyes from the newspaper he was reading at that moment, and from under his forehead looked at the man who had run in.Peter, it's been several years since I expressed my desire to find Jack the Ripper," he said calmly. “Eight, to be exact. This is not a joke. They have already forgotten here, and few in France remember the “Boulanger case” *, and the collapse of the Panama Canal construction company **, and the Dreyfus affair ***, and the unrest of trade unions ****, which no one knows how else to end. There are many events, they do not keep up with each other, but every time you run into my office, like into a tavern. Yes, I know they didn't find it. What versions were put forward, one another is more interesting. They
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Many years have passed since the incomprehensible and terrible crimes of Jack the Ripper. But until now, his secret, like the secret of Jack the Jumper, who has been appearing in London for eighty years, has not been revealed. The suspects were from different walks of life. These are surgeons, since the bodies were gutted with skill, and crazy policemen, and the agent of the tsarist secret police, Russian doctor Mikhail Ostrog, and the grandson of Queen Victoria, Prince Albert Victor, and a certain Montague John Druitt, whose body was found in the Thames after last kill. Author William Stewart suggested that the Ripper was a female midwife who traded in clandestine abortions. John Ross, a former police officer who in the last years of his life was in charge of the police museum, claimed that the Ripper is Kosminsky, about whom almost nothing is known, except for his last name. In February 1894 analyst Sir Melvy D. McNaughton, Mr. Ross's predecessor, compiled a seven-page observation
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Frau Reitch, you will not stay here! You are leaving immediately! - Loud cries of Adolf Hitler preceded his impetuous appearance in the room. “I stay here and share the fate of my nation!” And you, a talented pilot and a fearless woman, must save yourself in order to give birth to such devoted children in Germany as you!My Fuehrer! I won't let you die! "Storch" stands opposite the Brandenburg Gate. You fly away, I will take you away.No, Frau Hanna! I order you! There was sadness in the woman's eyes. But she pulled herself together.Your order is sacred to me, my Fuhrer.Understand, Frau Hanna. If people like you, loyal to the Reich, begin to bend, then who will remain? Traitors, ready to give up Germany to all the farmers from Texas, pigs from Muscovy and traders from London. If you die, who will come to replace you? Only the name will remain of the great Germany. While you and all Germans loyal to the Reich can eventually destroy these inferior Jews, Slavs, Anglo-Saxons an
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Late at night, under the flashes of shells, a beaten man came out of the secret passage of the Reich Chancellery, barely on his feet. Staggering, in torn clothes, he went to the side, from where, in addition to explosions, echoes of Russian speech were heard. A few minutes later, another man in torn and dirty underwear came out of the same secret passage. He quickly moved in the opposite direction. So Gilbert Muller, nee Guillaume le Mouy, ended up in the location of the Russian units, and Bert Goppe - Bertrand de Gau, - units of the Allies. As for Martin Bormann, it is still impossible to say for sure whether the Reichsleiter of Berlin escaped. Versions about death and salvation have been arising for more than half a century. According to the official version, which was supported by the Soviet side, Martin Bormann, after the death of Hitler, tried to break through the advancing units of the Red Army with the help of detachments of five or six people from the people remaining in the