Burning Moscow

　　 Seeing the old lady turning around and preparing to leave, I quickly and politely asked: "How can I call you?"

　　 "Call me Su Na, Comrade Commander. The update is the fastest." Su Na smiled at me and said friendlyly: "I'm very happy to work for you!" After that, she turned and left my room.

When I was the only one left in the house, I started to inspect my room and pushed open the door of the room on my left, and found that it was actually a study room with a desk near the window. A desk lamp with a cylindrical lampshade. Several bookshelves lined up against the wall are densely packed with various books. I took a rough look. Except for a few Russian books, most of them are German. Because I don’t understand German, I don’t know what these books are.

　　 I exited the room, then closed the door, and opened the door of another room. There is a huge European-style iron frame bed in this room, with a bedside table on the left and right sides of the bed, and table lamps on the cabinet. On the right side of the room, there is a wardrobe on the roof. I opened it and found only a pile of empty hangers.

　　 At the other end of the room, there is a row of cabinets. In the cabinets inlaid with glass, there are several sets of crystal wine utensils. I picked up a wine glass and looked at the logo on the bottom of the glass carefully, and found that they were all made in Vladimir, east of Moscow.

　　 pushed aside the third room and saw that on the right side of the door, there was a single bed and a pile of oil paintings neatly placed on the wall. The moment I saw the picture frame, my heartbeat speeded up. My heart said that since this room was previously occupied by a German colonel, there must be a lot of property that he searched. These oil paintings may be famous paintings snatched from some museum.

　　 I walked over and squatted on the ground, looking at these oil paintings one by one. I saw five or six pictures in a row. They were all landscape paintings, either birch forests or country roads. The painter's name was Grichayi. I tried to think about it for a while, feeling as if I had never heard of this name before, thinking that this might be an unfamiliar painter, maybe a student of the Academy of Fine Arts.

Before I looked at the oil paintings, I had counted 24 oil painting frames stacked on the wall. I saw 17 or 8 paintings in succession. They were all of this little-known Grichayi. My mood began to change. Too bad, I thought that after our army regained Kiev, someone must have come here to check and took away all the high-value oil paintings, leaving only a bunch of worthless paintings.

　　 Looking at the four or five oil paintings left in the corner, I continued to look down with the idea of ​​trying my luck. When I saw the oil painting in my hand, there was a young girl in black, stepping on fallen leaves on the ground, walking alone on the path. My heartbeat can’t help speeding up, because I’ve seen this painting on the Internet before. Its name is Levitan’s first work by an outstanding Russian sketch painter, a master of realist landscape painting, and a member of the traveling exhibition school.

　　 I held my breath and looked at the signature at the bottom right of the painting, and saw that it said "Levitan" as expected. After reading the painter's signature, I almost jumped up directly from the ground. These are treasures. I actually found Levitan's authentic product in the residence assigned to me by my superiors.

　　 Just as I was about to see who was the author of the remaining oil paintings, a telephone ringing suddenly rang outside. Hearing the sound coming from the living room, I quickly put down the oil painting in my hand, stood up and walked out of the room quickly. I stood in the living room and looked around, only to find that the phone was placed on a small tall table by the wall. I picked up the headset and put it to my ear, and asked politely: "Hey, where are you?"

　　 "Lida, it's me." Khrushchev's familiar voice came from the earphones: "Well, are you satisfied with the house assigned to you?"

　　 "Satisfied, very satisfied." I thought that Khrushchev must know that there are oil paintings in my room, so I said to him first: "Comrade Khrushchev, I found a batch of oil paintings in my room."

　　 "Oh, did you find an oil painting?" Khrushchev asked me with interest, "I don't know whose work it is?"

　　 "There are 24 oil paintings, I only saw 18 of them, all of them are landscape paintings, one of which is by Levitan."

"What, Levitan's?" Khrushchev heard me say that, and said enviously: "This is his masturbation work, and it is also the only landscape painting with a figure in it. This is exactly that one. The work described by Chekhov. Since then, no characters have appeared in his paintings. Instead, only the woods, pastures, the spring breeze in the mist and the dilapidated wooden houses in Russia. These huts are silent, Lonely and desolate, they are like the fallen people who were silent, lonely and deserted at that time."

　　 Hearing Khrushchev’s point of view, I couldn’t help but ask him: “The other 17 paintings are all landscape paintings by an unknown painter named Grizai...”

　　 Before I finished speaking, I heard Khrushchev’s violent coughing in the earphones. After he finished coughing, I asked with concern: "Comrade Khrushchev, are you unwell, why are you coughing so badly?"

"Lida, I think it is necessary to correct you." Khrushchev said a little bit dumbfounded: "Although Grichay is less than thirty years old, he is already a well-known landscape painter in our country. Art and paintings are highly praised by art lovers and colleagues, and enjoy the reputation of "the singing of Russian nature"."

　　 As soon as Khrushchev finished speaking, my face flushed. I thought that a bunch of paintings were the works of unknown people, but I didn't expect that the other party was such a famous painter, and even Khrushchev knew him well.

After talking about oil painting, Khrushchev went on and said: "Lida, I just received a call from Comrade Stalin and he asked me to tell you that he will stay in Kiev for a period of rest, and return when appropriate. force."

　　 I heard that I was going to stay in Kiev, and I couldn't help feeling a little anxious: "Comrade Khrushchev, I am now the deputy commander of the Ukrainian First Front. How can I leave the army for a long time?"

"This is what Comrade Stalin meant, and no one can change his decision." After Khrushchev said this sentence in a harsh tone, he slowed down and said to me: "Lida, you should stay in Kiev. Let’s rest for a while. Konev and Sokolovsky are responsible for the affairs of the army. Even if you go back, you won’t be able to help."

　　 I deeply agree with Khrushchev's statement. Regardless of whether Zhukov or Konev serves as the commander of the front army, my deputy commander is almost a soy saucer who can only make suggestions and can not make any decisions. Thinking of this, I no longer insist on my own opinion either, but tactfully said to Khrushchev: "Comrade Khrushchev, I have nothing here. If I want to live in Kiev, I probably need to buy some daily necessities."

　　 "Lida, don't worry, I have all arranged." Khrushchev smiled and said to me: "I will send someone to you immediately."

　　 I am anxious to know who's the next few oil paintings. So as soon as I put down the phone, I walked into the room quickly and continued to check the unfinished paintings. Since I have just learned Grichayi as an unknown painter, when I pick up a new oil painting, I first look at the artist's signature below.

　　 After seeing that the artist’s signature is Surikov, I carefully checked the content of the oil painting. Although I am a layman in oil painting, I only saw it for a while and recognized it as a famous painting and the trilogy known as Surikov's historical paintings.

　　 This oil painting in my hand depicts a real event in Russian history in the seventeenth century: when Peter the Great went abroad for a visit in 1698, Russia had a mutiny of the Guards. Peter the Great hurriedly returned home after learning about it, and immediately brutally suppressed the mutiny. The background of the picture is the exterior of the Moscow Kremlin, the onion roof of St. Basil’s Church and the circular guillotine crowded with onlookers. Peter the Great, wearing a navy blue uniform, rode on a tall horse and personally supervised the execution of the "rebel" guards. Behind him are a neat execution squad and a row of gallows, and to his right are a group of foreign envoys and his favorites. Occupying most of the foreground of the picture is the turbulent crowd. Some family members of the Guards in peasant costumes surround the six guards who are about to be executed. They cry in sorrow, vividly showing the family members of the Guards on the guillotine farewell. The kind of painful mood when your relatives.

　　 The remaining five oil paintings are not signed by the artist, they are all portraits of people. I saw a piece of paper pasted on the back of an oil painting, which read in Russian: "Valentin Yasandrovich Serov, a Russian painter who studied under Repin and Cheschakov, is a traveling exhibition. One of the members of the school."

Sitting on the side of the small bed, looking at the oil paintings piled on the corner of the wall, I thought to myself that although these oil paintings were kept here by the Germans, after the war, the museum would send someone to me to put all these oil paintings. Take it away, because these are all Russian cultural relics, and no one is allowed to claim it for themselves. At that time, should I return all these paintings to the museum, or should I keep a few as my own collection?

　　 Just as I was thinking about it, there was a knock on the door~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I opened the door and saw that it was Khrushchev’s secretary, and there were two soldiers behind him. After he greeted me, he shook his head at the two soldiers behind him. The two soldiers immediately walked around him, walked into the house, and placed the large suitcase in his hand by the wall.

The secretary pointed to the large suitcase by the wall and smiled and said to me: "General Oshanina, this is the daily necessities given to you by Comrade Khrushchev. If you still lack anything, just call me. I will prepare it for you."

　　 "Thank you!" After I thanked the secretary, I asked politely: "Please come in and sit down for a while."

　　 "No need, Comrade General." The secretary smiled and replied: "I still have a job, and I will come back another day."

　　 After the secretary left, I closed the door and put down the two boxes against the wall. When I opened the first box, I saw all clothing, shirts, trousers, and even Bragi. Then I opened another box, and there were a few boxes inside. I opened the lid of the box and saw that there were Different styles of shoes.

　　 I closed the shoe box first, and then I was about to close the clothing box, but accidentally found that there was a large envelope in the middle of the lid. I took out the envelope and opened it. There was actually a thick stack of banknotes in denominations ranging from one ruble, five rubles and ten rubles. I clicked it and it turned out to be as much as 500 rubles.

　　 I got up and walked to the phone, put the envelope full of money next to the phone, and then picked up the handset and dialed Khrushchev’s office. After hearing his voice, I said politely: "Hello, Nikita Sergeyevich, this is Lida. I have received what you sent the secretary, thank you!" rw