Burning Moscow

　　 Rested all night at the division headquarters.

　　 Early the next morning, I bid farewell to the political commissar Yegorov and General Leviakin, took Ramis, and got in a jeep driven by Grisa to Moscow.

　　 As they drove to the rear, the two sitting in the front row looked relaxed and even made jokes. Ramis asked Grisa: "Hey, I said Comrade Warrior, can your car drive into the city? Don't drive halfway and break down. Comrades and I have to walk into the city."

"Don't worry, Comrade Lieutenant!" Grisa took the cigarette **** from his mouth and flicked it out of the window. "Don't talk about Moscow, it's okay to drive to Vladimir. After returning yesterday, I Go to the patrol repair station to change the window glass, and prepare two full barrels of gasoline. It doesn't matter how far you drive."

When I heard Vladimir mentioned by Grisa, I knew that this was a small city two hundred kilometers east of Moscow. I couldn’t help but curiously asked in the back row: "Grisa, you are Vladimir Are you Ladimir?"

　　 "It's almost like it." Grisa looked back at me, then immediately turned his head and drove intently.

　　 "Yes, it's not that it's not, what's it like?" Ramis, who was sitting in the co-pilot's position, was not idle, and raised the bar with him.

　　 "My home is not far from Vladimir. I was born in a nearby town called Gusikrustalny. Both my parents worked in the town's glass factory."

　　 "Crystal Goose?!" Ramis curiously said, "The name of the town is quite interesting. Comrade Warrior, do you know how this name came from?"

　　 I know that the literal translation of "Gusich Rustalny" is "Crystal Goose". Such an interesting name must have many stories, so it immediately aroused my interest. I sat up straight, patted Grisa's shoulder lightly behind, and said, "Gritha, there is nothing wrong on the road anyway, you can tell us the origin of the name of the town."

　　Grisa promised, and while cautiously driving around the craters one after another on the road, he began to tell us the origin of the "Crystal Goose". "This is a long story. Our town got its name from the river. As early as the Tsarist era, probably in the 1850s and 1960s, there was a crystal merchant named Akim Malizov. He was the largest crystal merchant in Russia at the time. After obtaining permission from the royal family, he engraved the trademark "M·B" on his crystal products. "M·B" was taken from the first and second letters of the Malizov surname. A symbol of the quality and credibility of crystal glass products.

　　His crystal factory was originally located in Mozhaisk, a suburb of Moscow, and its business is booming, and its products are well-known in Russia. But the good times didn't last long. As the St. Petersburg Academy warned the tsarist government that the forests of the Moscow region were being severely damaged due to excessive logging. In order to protect the ecological environment, the Tsarist government ordered that no iron and glass factories were built within a radius of two hundred kilometers in the Moscow region. In this case, Malizov's crystal glass factory also received a notice to move out of Moscow within a limited time.

　　 In order to find a new factory site, Malizov came to a place called "Mechola" more than two hundred kilometers east of Moscow, because it was densely forested and sparsely populated. Malizov didn't know where he was, but saw a clear stream winding through the dense forest, and several beautiful white geese were playing on the river. Malizov asked an old lady in the laundry room by the river, where is this place? The old lady replied: It is the Guxi River, which is the "Goose" River.

　　 Malizov, who came to investigate the environment, felt that the wood resources here are rich, the river sand is pure, and the scenery is beautiful. It is an ideal place for making glass. So he moved his crystal glass factory here, and there were a large number of serfs who followed the factory. In this way, our inaccessible place has become a famous crystal town. "

"Humph!" Ramis snorted unconvincingly, and said, "You said that you are famous and famous, how come I have never heard of it! Don't say I don't know, I guess I don't even know the comrade commander." He turned his head and asked me, "Comrade Commander, am I right? Have you heard of this place before?"

　　 "I have heard of it." I nodded and replied, this is really not nonsense. I have known this place for a long time in later generations. I know that there are famous crystal products there, but unfortunately I have never had the opportunity to go. I explained: "I have heard from my friends before that the wine sets, vases and other crystal products produced there are good, but unfortunately I have never been there." Then I asked Grissa: "Is the glass factory still producing crystals today? "

　　 "No." Grisa's head shook like a rattle. "Since the outbreak of the war, the glass factory has not reproduced crystals. It has been collectively converted to produce the Molotov cocktails that are urgently needed on the front lines."

　　 Hearing him say this, Ramis didn't hold back with him anymore, but said with some regret: "It's a waste to blow up German tanks with gasoline in a crystal bottle...."

　　 Before he could finish sighing, the car shook abruptly, and then stopped amidst the harsh brakes. I was unprepared and slammed forward and almost hit the front seat. Ramis was not as lucky as I was, his head banged against the windshield. He sat upright, rubbing his forehead, and questioned Grisa: "Comrade soldier, what are you doing, why did you brake suddenly?"

　　 "Checkpoint!" Grisa replied faintly, "They signaled us to stop."

　　 I looked forward through the windshield, and saw an officer wearing a big brimmed hat and two soldiers wearing helmets and bayonet rifles walking towards us from a simple checkpoint.

　　 The officer walked to our car, bent down slightly through the glass and said to Ramis, "Comrade Lieutenant, please show your ID!" He glanced at me, and said, "And you, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel."

　　 When I was about to get my ID, Ramis opened his mouth first and said to the officer at the checkpoint dissatisfied: "We are from the Eighth Guards Division. We must rush back to Moscow immediately. Please don't delay our time."

The officer was unmoved, put his hand straight into the car window, and said coldly: "Your ID!" The two soldiers behind him also took off the long spears on their backs, their hands were flat, and the muzzles were pointed at them. Up to us.

I saw Ramis still wanting to argue with the officer, and hurriedly stopped him and said: "Ramis, the officer comrade is doing the right thing. This is his duty. You can get out your credentials quickly." He took out the certificate and handed it to the officer's hand.

　　 The officer took a look at his ID, then closed it, stepped back, and stood up to salute us. After waved the two soldiers to put down their guns, they went to the car window and handed them back to me respectfully, and said with a smile: "Lieutenant Colonel Oshanina, I'm sorry, I I don’t know it’s you."

　　 "Can you still check my ID?" Ramis, who was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, asked angrily.

"No check, no check. We just received the order, as long as you see the car in which Lieutenant Colonel Oshanina is riding, let it go immediately without deliberately blocking it." After speaking, he stood up and waved towards the checkpoint. He waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Open the fence." After shouting, he made a gesture of invitation to us.

　　 With the shouts of the officers, the wooden fence at the intersection was quickly removed. When our car passed through the checkpoint, the soldiers on duty saluted us one after another.

On the next road, I ran into several checkpoints. Ramis had experience. When someone wanted to check his ID, he pointed at me sitting in the back row and said to them: "We are the Eighth Guards Division. Yes, this is our division commander, Lieutenant Colonel Oshanina." I didn't expect it to be unimpeded. Without any inspection, it passed more than 20 checkpoints, large and small, and entered the urban area smoothly.

　　 Another checkpoint appeared in front. The checkpoints just now are all temporary in nature, usually two simple sandbag fortifications, a wooden sentry box, plus one or two military tents for soldiers to rest. These are all the facilities of these temporary checkpoints. This checkpoint is much more formal at first glance. There are cement concrete bunkers built on both sides of the road. In addition to soldiers' trucks inside the station, you can even see armored vehicles. Not far behind the checkpoint is the trench around the city, and you can vaguely see the shaking of the helmet.

　　 Grisa slowly stopped the car ten meters away from the fence, waiting for the checkpoint personnel to come up and inspect it. As soon as the car stopped, a young officer trot over from the station, ran to the window, bent down, and asked me, "Is it Lieutenant Colonel Oshanina?"

　　 "Yes." I looked at the strange officer in front of me. Although I didn't know him, I still gave an affirmative answer.

　　 The officer raised his hand to his temple, saluted me, and introduced himself: "I am Lieutenant Xie Liaosha of the Central Guard Corps. I am ordered to come and pick you up."

　　 "Whose order? Where are you going to take me?"

　　 "According to the order of Colonel Bezikov, I will send you to the designated hospital for recuperation."

　　 "Bezikov?!" Hearing this familiar name, I couldn't help but brighten my eyes and asked excitedly: "He has returned to work in the Kremlin now?"

　　 "Yes." The lieutenant replied affirmatively: "The colonel has regained his rank last week and has been transferred back to the Kremlin to continue his old post."

　　 I looked outside and didn't see the familiar black Emm car, so I asked curiously: "Comrade Lieutenant, don't you have a car?"

　　 Lieutenant said embarrassingly: "Yes, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel. The road here broke down and is being repaired at the checkpoint. Or else, you can wait until the car is repaired before leaving."

　　 I stuck my head out to observe the surrounding environment, and I saw that there was bare open ground all around, and if there was an air attack from an enemy plane, there would not even be a hidden place. I looked at the sky again, it was gray and there was no snow, it was a weather suitable for flying. I thought for a while, and then said to the lieutenant: "Since your car has not been repaired, you don't have to wait, just take my car and go."

Seeing that the lieutenant was still hesitating, I urged: "Don't think about it, get in the car, comrade lieutenant." Then I told Ramis: "Ramis, give the position to lieutenant comrade, you come and sit in the back row. ."

　　 Seeing that Ramis had already been seated in the back row, Lieutenant Sereosha was too embarrassed to stand outside the car anymore. Pulled the door directly, stood in, and sat in the co-pilot's seat.

　　 After entering the city, he encountered more and more inspections, both from checkpoints and from patrols. Whenever he encounters this situation, Lieutenant Seriosha just sticks out his head, stares at his hands and eyes, takes out the red pass and shakes it, and says, "I am from the Central Guard Corps and I am on a mission." The inspector immediately retreated to the side. , Let us make a way, and stand at attention and salute at the same time.

　　Because I don’t know how long the car will be driving, I am a little sleepy, so I tilted my head back, and started to doze off against the back of my chair. In a daze, I vaguely heard Ramis and Selesha as if chatting.

Half-dreaming and half-waking up, I seemed to hear someone saying "Gonchamonis Gaya". When I heard this place name, I suddenly woke up. I sat up and asked Seryosha in front of me: "Comrade Lieutenant, I seemed to hear you just now. What are you talking about with Ramis about Ganchamonis Gaya, does your family live there?"

　　 Xie Liaosha was taken aback, and said, "No, I am not from Moscow, I am from St. Petersburg."

　　 Ramis snickered beside him, I looked at him dissatisfiedly, and asked him, "What are you laughing at?"

　　 He stopped smiling and explained to me: "You got it wrong. I was asking if Lieutenant Segliosa was a party member. He replied that he was a member of the League, not a party member."

　　 I only know the "Gonchamonis Gaya" I have been to before, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com means "community youth league". After listening to Ramis, I realized that "community youth league" and "member" are both the same word. No wonder it made a mistake.

"Woo!~~~Woo!~~~" The sharp air raid siren suddenly sounded, "Damn! The German plane is coming! Comrade Lieutenant, where can I hide?" Grisa looked ahead and shouted loudly. Asked Sergey Shah next to him.

　　 "Go straight ahead, and when you see the first intersection, turn right, drive two hundred meters ahead and you will see a newly built shelter." Sergei turned his head and shouted at Grisa almost without thinking.

　　Grisa stepped on the accelerator and the car accelerated and rushed forward. Turning right at the street corner, you saw a barricade ahead. Sergey pointed to that location and said loudly, "Just over there, drive the car over."

The car stopped in front of the barricade, and Sergey Sha first jumped out of the car and shouted anxiously below: "Quick! Get off the car!" After we all got off, he immediately led the way in front and led us around the sandbags. A fortification built with wood and stone.

　　 came behind the barricade. I saw a downward passage. Before I could speak, Serezha had taken the lead and walked down the steps. The three of us followed closely behind him. Along a huge arched passage, you enter a hall supported by columns and square pillars.

　　 According to my experience, this is a subway station. I habitually looked at the place where the place name was marked on the wall, and wanted to know where it was. I saw a wooden sign hanging on the snow-white marble wall with "краснопреснерская" written in red letters.