Burning Moscow

After Stalin shook hands with Zhukov and I one by one, he fixed his eyes on Zhukov, and said unhurriedly: "Comrade Zhukov, do you know why I called you back to Moscow?"

"Yes, Comrade Stalin.??" Zhukov replied blankly: "I have already met Comrade Dimitrov. I think our army's battle to liberate Bulgaria should go smoothly."

"Liberating Bulgaria and letting them withdraw from the fascist German camp is just one aspect." Stalin pointed at Zhukov with his cigarette **** hand, and then walked towards his desk.

Seeing this reaction of Stalin, not only Zhukov’s face showed a surprised expression, but I was also a little dumbfounded. Is there anything more important than liberating Bulgaria and driving away the enemies there?

Stalin stood at his desk, picked up a match, lit his pipe, took a breath, and said: "Comrade Zhukov, the Polish government-in-exile in London, made a request to us through the United Kingdom and the United States, and let us send troops to support. The insurgents in the city of Warsaw. Even if we are unwilling to take action, we should open the field airport for the US military and have their pilots drop the insurgents in Warsaw."

Hearing Stalin mentioned that the U.S. military planned to borrow our military’s airport to provide airdrops for the insurgents in Warsaw, I immediately thought of the fact that the Soviet Army did not provide an airport for the U.S. military. It was criticized in later generations, so I quickly turned my attention to Zhukov. I want to hear how he responded to this matter.

Zhukov stood there, frowned and thought for a long time, and finally shook his head slowly, resolutely: "Comrade Stalin, I do not agree to provide a field airport for the US military."

As soon as Zhukov’s words fell, I heard Stalin ask in a calm voice: "Comrade Zhukov, then please, why do you refuse the request of the United States? You know, as long as they enter our airport, they can fight nearby. The Polish Rebels provided sufficient material support."

Zhukov was silent for a moment, and then replied loudly: "Comrade Stalin, first of all, our front-line airport is very small and cannot accommodate a large number of transport aircraft; secondly, the German army has deployed a sound air defense system near Warsaw. If the US military wants to force a low altitude If you drop it by air, you will suffer heavy losses under German anti-aircraft fire."

After listening to Zhukov’s disagreement with the reason for providing the airport, Stalin did not immediately express his opinion, but looked at me and asked: "Lida, what do you think about this matter?"

I didn't expect Stalin to throw this hot potato at me, and I was a little flustered, not knowing how to answer his question. Seeing that I was too late to speak, Zhukov helped me out: "Lida, don't hesitate if you have any ideas. Comrade Stalin just wants to listen to everyone's opinions. Even if you are wrong, he will not blame you. of."

"Yes, yes," Stalin nodded, echoing Zhukov: "I just want to hear your opinion."

After getting the endorsements of the two, I took the courage: "Comrade Stalin, I agree with Marshal Zhukov that we should not provide a field airport for the U.S. military."

Stalin had obviously guessed that I would be like this a long time ago, so he asked with his usual expression: "What's the reason?"

After sorting out the vocabulary in my mind, I cautiously said: "As far as I know, the defensive positions of the rebels and the Germans in Warsaw are intertwined. Even if the U.S. forces risk being shot down by antiaircraft artillery, they use low-altitude airdrops. The materials may also fall into the enemy's defense zone, and the Germans were in vain.

The most critical point is that the Warsaw Uprising that started this time was led by the Polish government in exile. The series of actions they took not to cooperate with our army are worthy of deep consideration. "

I don't know how Stalin currently views the Warsaw Uprising, so I can only stop here. However, with the political wisdom that Stalin possessed, it was easy to hear what I said outside the picture. He smiled: "Lida, I listen to you. I am worried that even if we support the rebels in Warsaw, they will treat us as enemies. Am I right?"

Seeing that Stalin had guessed what I was thinking, I no longer concealed it, but nodded: "Yes, Comrade Stalin, that's what I meant. I am worried that the Poles will treat our army as another aggressor. "

"What we think is their business, we can't control it; even if we want to control it, we are powerless." Stalin smoked two cigarettes anxiously, and finally categorically said: "I think we should be able to respond to this request made by the Americans. Resolutely refuse. The airdrop to Warsaw City should be done by our air force."

"The insurgents in Warsaw not only lack a unified command, but they are also in conflict." Zhukov pouted, disapprovingly: "In this case, even if we airdrop them more supplies, it may not help. ."

"Yes, airdrops alone cannot solve the problem, so we must take necessary military actions while airdropping." Stalin walked to a large map placed by the wall and greeted Zhukov: "Comrade Zhukov, Come here." I saw Zhukov strode towards the map, and quickly followed.

Stalin pointed to the map beside him and looked at Zhukov: "We can let the Belarusian First and Second Front Army conduct limited offensive operations north of Warsaw, in order to establish 6 games on the Narew River and liberate Pula. Plus, and then establish new defensive positions in this area."

The place name Praga, I have seen it on the tourist map of later generations. The Vistula River divides Warsaw into two parts, East and West. On the east bank of the river is Praga's residential area. Most of the four-person villas are located here, and the famous tourist attractions are mainly concentrated on the West Bank.

Zhukov squinted his eyes and stared at the map without saying a word. Then he straightened his back to Stalin and said, "Comrade Stalin, please allow me to rush back to Rokosowski’s troops immediately to find out the specifics of the Polish front. Circumstance, and take corresponding countermeasures."

When I heard Zhukov’s words, my heart became cold. My heart had just arrived in Moscow for a few hours. Isn’t it a pastime to return to the Polish front?

Stalin did not immediately agree to Zhukov's request, but kindly said: "Zhukov, you have just arrived in Moscow, so you should rest here first, and then go back tomorrow afternoon."

Regarding Stalin’s kindness, Zhukov refused: “Comrade Stalin, every minute is precious in war. I beg you to let me return to Poland immediately to formulate a new battle plan with the commanders of the two fronts.”

Seeing that Zhukov's attitude was so determined, Stalin did not persuade him any more, but nodded and said: "Well, Comrade Zhukov, since you have made up your mind, then quickly return to the front line."

When I heard Stalin agreed to Zhukov’s request, I couldn’t help but groan secretly. I thought I could stay in Moscow for a while, but I had to wait until the Bulgarian issue was resolved before returning to Poland. I didn’t expect to stay for a few hours. It's a bit unbearable to leave.

As I finished my salute to Stalin, followed Zhukov, and walked out dejectedly, I suddenly heard Stalin say: "Lida, you stay!"

Hearing Stalin, even Zhukov stopped, no matter it was me, and looked at Stalin with surprise. Stalin waved his hand at him, saying, "Comrade Zhukov, go back to the front line first. Since Lida is your deputy, she will be responsible for the preliminary preparations for the attack on Bulgaria."

After Zhukov left, Stalin walked to the table and rang the bell on the table. After a while, Poskrebeshev appeared at the door, and Stalin told him: "Comrade Poskrebeshev, you arrange someone to send Lida home."

"Go home?" When I heard Stalin like this, I couldn't help but feel shocked for a moment, and then confused: "Comrade Stalin, I don't have a home in Moscow!"

Stalin smiled, and then said: "Since Khrushchev can arrange a house for our heroine in Kiev, isn't it possible in Moscow?" Finished, he ordered Poskrebeshes standing by The husband winked.

Bosk Lebyshev walked in front of me and reached out in a gesture of invitation. After saluting Stalin again, I walked out of the open door.

When I came to the office outside, I waited for Poskrebeshev to finish the phone call and asked curiously: "Comrade Poskrebeshev, do you know where the house that Stalin assigned to me is?"

"On Lenin Street, the house is good." Poskrebeshev smiled to me: "The furniture in the house is complete. You don't need to prepare anything. You can move in after you move in."

A middle-aged man in military uniform trot to Poskrebeshev’s office, and asked in a low voice, "Hello, Comrade Poskrebeshev, I don’t know what you want to do with me?"

Boskrebeshev pointed to the person who came to me and said, "Lida, this is Comrade Shamyakin. I can't leave if I have something to do. He will send you to the new house later." Then he introduced to the other party, "This is General Oshanina who came back from the front line. The house I asked you to prepare yesterday was for her. Your task now is to send her back to her new house. Understand?"

"Understood, Comrade Boskrebeshev." Shamyakin nodded and agreed, and respectfully said to me: "General Oshanina, please come to me, I will send you back to your new home. "

On both sides of Lenin Avenue, there are almost all old stone buildings. These stone-built buildings with a strong European style built in the Tsarist era are far from comparable to the brick-concrete houses of later generations. My new home is in a two-story building with a courtyard. According to Shami Yakin, there are only four families living in this building, all of them generals or local dignitaries.

The car stopped outside the iron fence. Shameakin pushed the car door and walked to the door. With the help of street lights, he found the doorbell next to the door and slammed it a few times. The light in the nearby closet came on immediately, and a burly old lady limped out of the room. She came to the door and pointed at Shami Yakin who was standing outside: "Sorry, it's not time to meet guests. I can't let you in."

Shameyakin took out his credentials, passed them in through the door, and said politely: "I'm from the Kremlin, and I am sending a new tenant here."

The old lady was not intimidated by the name of the Kremlin. Instead, with the help of the lights of the street lamps, she carefully checked Shami Yakin’s documents, then looked at him and asked, "Comrade, where is your new tenant?"

I heard the old lady asking, pushed the car door and got out of the car quickly, walked quickly to the door, nodded at the old lady inside, and smiled: "Hello, comrade women, I am a newcomer. Guest, can you open the door for us?"

The old lady looked me up and down, took out her key, unlocked the big lock hung on the door, opened the small door on the iron fence, and enthusiastically said to me: "Please come in quickly, Comrade General ."

My house is on the right side of the second floor. After the old lady opened the door, she turned on the light. After seeing the layout of the interior, I couldn't help taking a breath. Compared with this, the house Khrushchev gave me can only be described as shabby. This house not only has a full set of solid wood furniture, but also luxurious carpets and tapestries. What is even more exaggerated is a huge crystal chandelier hanging in the middle of the living room.

Seeing such a luxurious furnishings, I couldn't help but ask with a guilty conscience: "I don't know who the previous owner of this house was?"

Shami Yakin didn't seem to understand the situation here. He set his sights on the old lady, hoping that the old man who took care of the house could answer this question. UU reading www.uukanshu.com saw Shamiyajin looking at her, the old lady knew why the other party was silent, and she took the initiative to introduce to me: "During the time of the Tsar, an earl lived here. After the victory of the revolution, one after another Several important people lived here, and after the war broke out, it has been vacant."

I heard that the old lady once lived here with an earl. I planned to have some free time. I knocked on the wall and floor to see if there was any mezzanine in the house, hiding some rare treasures and the like.

After the introduction by the old lady Shameya Jin and others, they began to explain to me the precautions: "Comrade General, there is a phone in the living room, and the phone book is next to the phone. If you have anything to do, you can call me directly; if you want to go out If you do, you can contact the duty room and they will send a car to pick you up..."

When Shami Yakin was explaining the precautions to me, the old lady stood by without saying a word. When she saw that the other party was leaving, she smiled at me: "Comrade General, my name is Liu Ba, and I am the duty officer here. If you have any questions, you can directly tell me, and I am willing to help you at any time." 8

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