Burning Moscow

"Comrade Major, why did your superiors suddenly cancel your vacation?" I pulled Monakov into an unoccupied room and asked in a low voice, "What the **** is going on?"

　　Monakov glanced at the guests separated by the glass door, lowered his voice and said to me: "The telegram says that there is a combat mission recently. Let me get back to the troops as soon as possible."

　　 "What combat mission?" When I heard Monakov say this, my eyes suddenly brightened, and I asked if it was related to the Warsaw Uprising? He hurriedly asked: "Is it mentioned in the telegram?"

　　 "No." Monakov shook his head and said affirmatively: "The telegram only says that there are combat missions. Let me return to the team as soon as possible, and the rest is silent."

　　 Seeing that Monakov didn't know the situation on the front line, I was a little disappointed in my heart. I continued to ask: "Who is responsible for summoning soldiers who have recovered and discharged to the team?"

　　 "Since my superiors asked me to return to the front line as soon as possible," Monakov said helplessly, "I guess that the organization of wounded soldiers back into the team will definitely send someone else to take charge."

"Lida, so you are here." Right here, the closed door was pushed open, and Borisova stood at the door and said loudly to both of us, "Hurry up, just let you two." People."

　　 While eating, I sat on Borisova’s right hand side, while Monakov and Anuna sat opposite me. On my right, there is a young girl I don't know.

　　 Maybe because I was worried that I was too bored, Borisova would give me some dishes from time to time, and chat with me before I could find a word. The girl sitting on my right hand saw that Borisova was so enthusiastic about me and couldn't help but curiously asked me: "What do you do for work?"

　　 Before I could answer, the dean of academic affairs who was sitting across from her couldn't wait to answer: "She is a general in the army."

　　 As soon as the dean of academic affairs said the words, the whole room suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on me. The girl next to her said in surprise: "I can't tell, you are a general. It's amazing." I am not used to being the focus of everyone. After listening to the girl's words, I didn't speak, but just smiled politely.

　　 "Tania," Borisova said to the headmistress who was sitting in another section of the table in order to dissolve the awkward atmosphere in the room, "play some music."

　　 Tanya nodded, got up and walked to the cabinet by the wall, opened the glass-inlaid cabinet door, and took out a stack of records. After flipping through it for a while, she took one out of it and placed it on the phonograph. After turning the record a few times with her fingers, she carefully placed the stylus on the record. After a while, melodious music sounded in the room.

　　 Borisova raised her hand and patted twice, and said loudly to the guests who were eating: "Comrades, there is music, everyone can dance."

　　 Hearing Borisova's words, two pairs of men and women stood up and moved the chairs aside to make more room. Monakov saw that someone began to dance, so he couldn't sit still, and took Anuna out to dance.

　　 Seeing that there was an empty seat next to Borisova, Tanya hurriedly sat down and said to me: "Comrade General, the school for the child has been arranged. I don't know when he can get to Kiev?"

　　 Although Khrushchev told me that he had sent someone to the rear to pick up Kurik, he did not give me a definite answer when he could arrive. Hearing Tanya’s question at the moment, I smiled bitterly and said, "Tania, the child should already be on the way. As for when it will be there, I am not sure."

　　 "Did your husband pick up the child?" Tanya asked curiously.

"Tania," Borisova heard this, and quickly interrupted what Tanya wanted to say later, and then said apologetically to me: "Lida, don't be angry, she doesn't understand the situation, she doesn't know the child's My father had already died at the beginning of the war."

　　 "Ah, the child's father has been sacrificed?" Tanya heard Borisova say this, and quickly said to me apologetically: "I'm sorry, Comrade General, I don't know. Please forgive me."

"Tania, it's okay, you don't need to worry about it." I waved to Tanya and said generously: "Also, don't always call me general in the future. I belong to you and Borisova. Friends, you can call me Lida. Also, the father of the child did not sacrifice, and he is still alive."

　　 "What, Oshanin is still alive?" Borisova was surprised when she heard me say this: "But I heard General Rokosovsky said that he died during the defense of Moscow."

　　 "The news of his sacrifice is based on misrepresentation." Seeing the curious faces of both of them, I introduced them in detail about Oshanin's amnesia. After telling the story of O’shanin and I, I looked at Tanya and asked, “Tania, if I’m on the front line and can’t go home for a few months, what should the kid do?”

"Lida, don't worry about it." Tanya comforted me: "We all implement a live-on-campus system. As long as children are enrolled, no matter how far away they are from school, they live on campus. They go to school every Monday, and then Food and lodging are in the school, until Friday afternoon, the parents will come to pick up the children home for the weekend. If you do not come back for a few months, you can let the children live in my home, I can take care of him."

　　 "Tania, thank you!" After I thanked Tanya, I asked habitually: "I don't know how much tuition will be required for a semester, and how much food should I give you?"

"Lida, what's the matter with you?" Tanya heard me say this, and asked in surprise: "Don't you know that before going to university, the tuition for grades one to ten is free, and the school provides free Food and lodging? As for the time when the child is staying at my house, it doesn’t cost much, so you don’t have to worry about it."

After listening to Tanya’s remarks, I remembered that in later life, a friend’s child was studying in Russia. Before going to university, all tuition was free, and the teacher also took the initiative to bear all the board and lodging expenses when he studied professional courses at the teacher’s home. It seems that such a good tradition is a legacy from the Soviet era.

　　We are here at Borisova, and we stayed until after ten o'clock in the evening before we dispersed. Borisova also warmly said to me: "Lida, you live far away, don't go back tonight, just stay with me for one night. When I go to work tomorrow morning, let's go together."

　　 Borisova’s kindness made me startled, but after another thought, if I lived here, if Khrushchev came to me in any urgent matter, I wouldn’t be able to find anyone. Finding me in the middle of the night is definitely not a normal thing. If you miss a major event, it will be troublesome. Thinking of this, I politely rejected Borisova's kindness.

　　 Borisova was worried, she personally sent me downstairs, went to a nearby building, found a driver with a car, asked the other party to send me back, and repeatedly told the other party that they must send me home.

　　 There are no vehicles on the streets at night, not even the military vehicles that can be seen everywhere. The driver stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the neighborhood where I lived as fast as possible. While I was closing my eyes to rest my mind, the driver unexpectedly slowed down.

　　 "What's the matter?" I opened my eyes and asked the driver.

　　 The driver pointed his hand to the front, and said helplessly: "There is a temporary checkpoint ahead. Get the night pass ready."

　　 I shook my head and answered honestly: "I don't have a pass."

　　 "What can I do?" The driver said anxiously, "If they find that you don't have a pass, they will arrest you."

　　 "Don't worry, comrade driver." I smiled at the driver and said confidently: "Even if they don't have a pass, they won't embarrass me."

　　 Our car stopped in front of the checkpoint. A traffic policeman and two soldiers with submachine guns on their chests and red sleeves on their arms walked over. The traffic policeman walked to the driver's side, bent over to salute, and said politely: "Good evening, please show your credentials!"

　　 The driver hurriedly rolled down the window, took out his ID and handed it to the traffic police.

　　 After the traffic police checked the driver's certificate with a flashlight, he handed it back to the driver and asked casually: "It's so late, where are you going?"

　　 "I will take this girl home."

　　 The traffic police walked around from the front of the car and asked politely: "Girl, please show your night pass!"

　　 I glanced at the military rank on his epaulettes, and replied, "I'm sorry, Comrade Lieutenant Police, I don't have a pass."

　　 "No pass." The traffic police frowned when he heard me say this. He stepped back two steps, stood up straight and said to me: "This girl, since you don't have a pass, please get out of the car and accept our insistence!"

　　 Hearing the traffic police say this, the driver panicked. He hurriedly explained to the traffic police outside: "Comrade police, this girl is a friend of the leaders of the neighborhood committee. I assure you that she will never be a bad person."

　　 But the traffic police was unmoved, and still coldly said to me: "Please get out of the car for inspection!" The two soldiers who followed him took two steps forward and pointed the gunpoint of the black hole at us.

　　 Seeing this, I couldn’t help but laugh secretly. In the daytime, because of Monakov, I was pointed at the gun by the patrol. At night, I faced the guns of the soldiers again because I didn’t have a pass.

I sighed lightly, and said to the traffic police standing outside: "Comrade Lieutenant, please wait a moment, I will show you my credentials." After speaking, I lowered my head and opened the bag in my hand and took my soldiers. The certificate was handed out.

After seeing my military ID, the traffic police was taken aback and hurriedly stood up. Then he raised his hand to his forehead to salute, and said tremblingly, "I'm sorry, Comrade General. I'm Civil Police Lieutenant Petro, I I'm waiting for your order, please tell me!" After that, he rushed to the soldiers standing on both sides and said, "Hurry up and put the gun down. This is General Oshanina."

　　 The driver sitting next to me, seeing the traffic police and soldiers on duty, stood in place and saluted me, I couldn't help being stunned. As I put the military ID back into my bag, I told the driver: "Okay, comrade driver, let's drive!"

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it." The driver said to himself as he drove, "I can actually send a general home. Even if this matter is said, no one will believe it. I thought I was bragging. It's."

　　 The driver drove me to the destination, I knocked on the door and walked into the building. Seeing me coming back, Su Na said anxiously: "Lida, you are back. Someone called you half an hour ago."

　　 "Mother Suna, do you know who is looking for me?"

Su Na shook her head and said: "I don't know, that person speaks very loudly. I guess it's not the city or the leader of the state. It's impossible for others to speak in that tone. By the way, he said to wait. I'll call you later, go back to your room first, maybe he will call again."

　　 I went home, turned on the light in the room, stared at the phone in the living room, wondering who would call me. Thinking about it, the biggest possibility is that Khrushchev called me. If you want to call him back, I don't know his phone number, so I can only wait patiently for the call again.

　　 I sat in the living room and waited for an hour before the phone rang again. I rushed to grab the microphone and put it to my ear, and said loudly, "Hey, I'm Oshanina, where are you?"

"Lida, it's me, Khrushchev." Khrushchev's displeased voice came from the receiver: "I called you twice ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but no one was found. Later, Someone called the duty room to know that you were out."

"Yes, Comrade Khrushchev, I went to Borisova's house as a guest." I raised my hand and looked at my watch. It was almost zero. I knew he called at this time. It must be very important. Hurriedly asked: "Do you have any instructions?"

　　 "Lida, I received a call from Moscow." Khrushchev said: "Let you rush to the Belarusian First Front as soon as possible. I will send you to the airport early every morning."

　　 I heard that I was going to send myself to the airport, and I asked inexplicably: "Comrade Khrushchev, I am the deputy commander of the Ukrainian First Front. What are you going to do with the Belarusian Front?"

"Lida, this is an order from a superior. Don't say you are a deputy commander of the Ukrainian Front. Even a commander must execute this order unconditionally." After Khrushchev finished speaking in an unceremonious tone, Then she said kindly: "You are leaving tomorrow. Is there anything I can help with?"

I thought for a while, and the one that made me most worried was the upcoming Alek, and said to Khrushchev: "Comrade Khrushchev, my son is coming to Kiev soon. I am worried that no one will be there by then. Take care of him."

"Don't worry, I will arrange this." Khrushchev said broadly: "I will arrange for someone to send him to the school. You can control the battle at the front without worrying about the rear. Up."

　　 After Khrushchev hung up the phone, I was still holding the microphone in a daze, thinking that he said he would let me control the battle with peace of mind on the front line. Is Stalin going to let me command which unit again?