Burning Moscow

　　 Although my dream is to sleep until I wake up naturally, people wake up at six o'clock and their hearing becomes extremely sensitive. ?　??? I can clearly hear the footsteps of people walking downstairs, the sound of cars passing by on the street, and the voice of passersby downstairs talking.

　　Kiev, like Moscow, dawns early in summer, just six o'clock, and the sun is shining outside. After I finished washing, I put on a plain bragi, a pair of flat leather shoes, and put the military ID and the loaded pistol into my shoulder bag. After finishing all this, I opened the door and walked out.

　　 I walked to the duty room downstairs and saw Su Na sitting in the duty room dozing off, so I coughed slightly. Su Na was awakened by my cough. After she saw that it was me, she quickly stood up and asked with a smile, "Comrade Commander, where are you going to go so early?"

　　 While handing her the door key in my hand, I replied with a smile on my face: "I can't sleep, I want to go out and walk around."

Su Na took the key in my hand, hung it on the wall, and asked casually: "Have you had breakfast?" Seeing me shaking her head and saying that she hadn't eaten yet, she quickly picked up the brown bread and kettle on the table. , Handed it to me, and said enthusiastically: "Comrade Commander, I have food here, you are welcome."

　　 "No, Aunt Suna." I hurriedly waved my hand to reject her kindness, and asked casually, "Where can I sell breakfast nearby?"

　　 "Go out and turn right and walk straight along the street. Turn right at the first intersection. There is a coffee shop where you can have breakfast."

After I thanked Aunt Suna, when I was about to leave, I suddenly remembered that Khrushchev said that I would divide the house for me, so that my child Alek could be settled here, so I stopped quickly and turned to Suna: "Mother Suna. , I want my children to come to school here, is there any school around here?"

　　 "Yes," Su Na nodded and said, "When you walk to the coffee shop, you will see a school on the other side of the road. It is the 37th elementary school. Just go in and ask someone to ask."

　　 I followed Suna’s instructions and came to the cafe, bought a piece of bread and a cup of coffee, found a corner to sit down, and quietly ate this simple breakfast.

　　 I know the school will not start very early, so I waited until eight o'clock before I left the coffee shop and walked towards the opposite school. As soon as I walked to the gate of the school, I was stopped by a middle-aged school worker wearing a worker's costume. After looking up and down, he politely asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

　　 "Hello!" I nodded to the middle-aged uncle, and said politely: "I want to inquire about the child's enrollment. Can you let me in?"

When the school worker heard me say this, he immediately stepped aside to clear the road, pointed to the teaching building one or two hundred meters away, and said to me: "The dean is on the second floor. After you go up the stairs, go to the left. An office is the director’s office."

　　 I followed the road guided by the school and came outside the dean’s office. Looking through the half-hidden door, I saw a middle-aged woman in military civilian clothes sitting at a desk, reading a newspaper while holding a newspaper. I quickly raised my hand and knocked on the door twice. When I saw the other person turned and looked outward, I gently pushed open the door and stood at the door and asked politely: "Can I go in?"

　　 "Please come in!" the middle-aged woman said lightly. After she waited for me to walk into the room, she first asked: "What do you want?"

　　 "That's it, I want my children to come here to study." I smiled and said, "I don't know what procedures are needed?"

　　 "Is the child a native of Kiev?"

　　 When I heard this question, I replied a little embarrassed: "No."

　　 "Since I am not from Kiev, I am not eligible for admission." After the middle-aged woman finished speaking, she focused her attention on the newspaper and continued to read the news.

　　 Although I touched a nail, I didn’t want to deceive others, and still asked cheerfully, "Can’t you just get along?"

　　 The middle-aged woman replied without blinking her eyelids, "No. Where do you think the school is, anyone can come in? As long as you are not a native of Kiev, you are not eligible for admission. You can go."

　　 Her such a bad attitude makes me feel very upset. But I still patiently asked: "Where is your principal?" After asking this sentence, I suddenly realized that it is a war age. Not only factories and mines, but even schools, there are military representatives, and I quickly added. One sentence: "Where are your military representatives? I want to talk to them."

　　 "The principal and the military representative went to the Education Bureau for a meeting." The middle-aged woman looked at me and said disdainfully: "If you want to find them, you should come back in the afternoon."

　　 I don't want to argue with this kind of life, after a sneer, I turned and left the office. At the school gate, I met the enthusiastic school worker again. When he saw me coming out, he smiled and asked a long distance away: "How is it, are you clear about it?"

　　 "The dean said that the child is not from Kiev and is not qualified to study here." I said bitterly to the school worker: "I can only wait for the principal and military representatives to come to work in the afternoon before coming to consult."

　　 "Don't worry." The school worker comforted me: "Your situation has happened before. As long as you go to the neighborhood committee to issue a certificate, even if your child is not from Kiev, you can come to school here."

　　 "I don't know where the neighborhood committee is?"

　　 The school worker stood at the door, pointed to the front and said to me: "You walk down this street, and after two intersections, you see a yellow two-story building on the left side of the road. There is the neighborhood committee."

　　 When I came to the neighborhood committee, I saw a long line at the door of the neighborhood committee. I walked up to the line and asked the people in the line to find out that they were all here to work. Looking at the over 100-meter-long line, I knew that every two or three hours, it’s not my turn to go in. Changed his mind and went shopping in the nearby streets.

　　Walking on the streets of Kiev, although I saw a lot of fat aunts with short, stubby waists and naive, graceful girls can also be seen everywhere. These girls in Braji have slender legs, slender waists, and vivid faces. I can't help but be throbbed when I look at them.

I don’t know how long I’ve been shopping in the street. It’s hot and thirsty. I suddenly saw a small yellow tanker on the side of the road in front of me. It said "Kvass" in Russian. Many people were queuing to buy in front of the car. . I quickly walked over and stood at the end of the line.

　　 Kvass is a sparkling drink made from black bread. It has a low alcohol concentration and a taste similar to German rye juice. It is very cool to drink cold and is the favorite drink of the Soviets. Because of the low alcohol content, children can also drink, so there are many seven or eight-year-old children in the queue.

　　 When it was my turn, the fat lady selling Kvass picked up two glasses, one large and one small, looked at me and asked, "Do you want a large or a small glass?"

　　 I looked at the avenue of cups: "Give me a small cup."

　　 While my fat aunt was picking up kvass with a cup, I glanced at the sign hanging next to it, which said big cup 7 and small cup 5. Because there was no monetary unit, I tentatively asked with a smile: "Is the small cup a cup of five rubles?"

The fat aunt handed me a full cup of kvass and said with a smile: "The small cup is five kvass and the big cup is seven kvass. Girl, if you are rich, give me five rubles, I Don't mind."

　　 The fat lady's words caused a burst of laughter from the customers in line and the customers who were drinking kvass with cups on the side. In the sound of everyone’s innocent laughter, I handed the money to the fat aunt, then took the kvass in her hand, and walked to the hungry customers who were drinking kvass, and followed their way, and drank gulps. From kvass.

After drinking the kvass, I felt much cooler. I raised my hand and looked at my watch. It was already half past one noon. I thought the long dragon at the door of the neighborhood committee should have disappeared. I put the empty cup on the shelf of the tanker and moved towards the neighborhood committee. To the location.

　　 didn't go far, I heard a rush of footsteps from behind, and quickly slowed down and turned my head to look. I saw a handsome officer who was 1.8 meters tall and well-proportioned, chasing him quickly. After he walked side by side with me, he raised his hand to a military salute and said politely: "Girl, hello! I am Major Monakov of the Guards. I am glad to meet you. Can we talk casually?"

　　 I smiled at him and said politely: "Comrade Major, if you have anything to say, please say it!"

　　 "That's it, girl." Monakov said to me with a smile on his face: "I'm back to Kiev for a three-day vacation. I want to invite you to my house. Do you agree?"

　　 "I don't agree." I refused Monakov's absurd request without hesitation, and said in my heart that who are you, and I don't know you, why should I be a guest at your house. "Comrade Major, I don't know you, so even if you have a three-day holiday, I won't be a guest at your home. Please forgive me!"

　　 Even though I was rejected, the major followed me and said with his usual expression: "Girl, where are you going? Can I help you?"

　　 I stopped, looked at Monakov, and said solemnly: "Comrade Major, I want to go to the neighborhood committee to do something, please stop following me, okay?"

　　 "Girl, I don't know what to call you?" Monakov asked persistently, "If I can accompany you to the neighborhood committee, I might be able to help."

"My name is Oshanina." When I saw this officer look a little bit stalker, I really felt a little speechless. If this kind of thing is not very common in the Soviet Union, I will definitely scold him, but at the moment If the situation continues, I can only patiently say: "I am going to the neighborhood committee to issue an enrollment certificate for my son. Please stop following me, okay?"

Hearing that I have a son, Monakov didn’t show the slightest discouragement on his face. Instead, he said more enthusiastically: “Girl, I’m fine now anyway, let me go with you, maybe I can help a little bit. ."

　　 Seeing Monakov sticking to me like a dog-skin plaster, I really don’t know how to make soldiers chase young girls in the streets is a common phenomenon in the Soviet Union. As I walked, I asked, "Comrade Major, which part are you from?"

　　 "The 39th Division of the 28th Guards Infantry Corps." Monakov replied happily when he saw that he would no longer be sent away.

After hearing his answer, I nodded and said casually: "It turned out to be a subordinate of Colonel Marchenko, your new commander Major General Rezhov, I have also met once. Also, your army is fighting for the liberation of Lublin. With merit, won the honorary title of Lublin Army."

　　 As many as I know, I said the names of the commander and division commander of Monakov's army, and even the honor they received in July, which immediately made Monakov dumbfounded. After a while, he asked in astonishment: "Girl, who on earth are you and why do you know so much about the situation of our troops?"

　　 I just smiled at him faintly, did not answer his question, but kept walking forward. Unexpectedly, after just two steps, Monakov raised his hand and grabbed my arm, his face looked like frost, and said in a stern tone: "Girl, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, please follow me to the garrison headquarters. Take a trip and clarify the problem."

　　 Just as I was about to free my arm, a patrol of about a dozen people came up on me. After seeing the opponent, Monakov immediately raised his voice and shouted at the officer who led the team: "Comrade Lieutenant, please come over."

　　 After the officer raised his hand to stop the patrol, he walked in front of us alone, raised his hand to salute Monakov, and asked suspiciously: "Comrade Major, do you have any instructions?"

　　 Monakov said blankly: "Second Lieutenant, I suspect this woman is a German spy, please take her back to the Garrison Headquarters for interrogation."

　　 I heard Monakov treat me as a German spy and couldn't help laughing, but I didn't speak, but looked at the patrol captain to see how he would deal with it.

　　 After listening to Monakov's words, the officer faced me, stretched out his hand to me, and said solemnly: "This citizen, please show your credentials."

　　 When I opened my shoulder bag, I was about to take out my ID from it. Standing next to Monakov suddenly exclaimed: "Be careful, there is a pistol in her bag." After speaking, he stretched out his hand to grab the pistol in my bag.

I know very well that in this situation, if I compete with him for a weapon, the loss will become more complicated, so I let him **** the gun from the bag, and then slowly handed the military certificate to a wary face. Captain of the patrol team.

The captain of the patrol team looked through my military ID card, and was shocked. He immediately stood at attention, raised his hand and respectfully said: "I'm sorry, Comrade General, please forgive me. I don't know you. Identity." 8