Burning Moscow

Before Greetka and Savchenko were leaving, I specifically urged the two of them: "Your action tonight is to sneak into the enemy’s rear quietly, to scout their forces and weapons and equipment. If you don’t have a last resort, try not to Exchange fire with the enemy. Remember, in the independent division, every soldier is precious. Don’t let them sacrifice worthless. Finally, I want to make it clear that the commander of the group army personally explained this mission. A test for you. What kind of results you can achieve determines whether you can make a good impression in the hearts of superior leaders. Do you understand?"

"Understood!" Greetka and Savchenko agreed neatly, saluted me and turned away. Grams, who was extremely poor in Russian, didn't even understand what I explained to them. Seeing his subordinates leave, he hurriedly saluted us and turned around and ran out.

Watching Grams disappearing in the doorway, Kirilov raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist, and then said to himself: "I don't know when this comrade Ellenborg will arrive?"

"Comrade Political Commissar," Razumeyeva, who was sitting next to the telegraph, asked in a timid voice: "Comrade Ehrenberg you mentioned, is that famous Jewish writer and journalist?"

"Yes, Lieutenant Razumeeva." Kirilov asked with interest: "Have you heard of him too?"

"Yes, Comrade Political Commissar." Razumeyeva, who has always been very calm, showed a idiotic expression on her face when mentioning the name of Erenburg: "I saw it when I was still in school. His collection of poems "The Song of the Eve". Later, after graduation, I have read his new collections of poems "Pray for Russia", "Fire", "Eve", "Caprice" and "Destructive Love."

Kirilov heard Razumeyeva say this, with a surprised expression on her face: "Comrade Lieutenant, I didn’t expect you to have read his book. The collections of poems you just mentioned were used for a while. Sheltered *."

"Ah?!" Razumeyeva was taken aback. He hurriedly asked: "Comrade political comrade, I think his poems are very good, why did he become a *?"

"In July of the year after the overthrow of the tsar*. Ellenborg returned to the motherland with a group of political exiles by detouring in Britain and Scandinavia. After the victory of the socialist revolution in October, Ellenborg produced a'new' Hope'. Once served in the Soviet government’s Ministry of Social Security, Preschool Children’s Education Department and Theater Administration Department. But his thoughts are still more complicated and contradictory. Facing the fierce and acute class struggle situation and extremeness in the first few years of the Soviet regime His economic difficulties, the hope and enthusiasm of Ellenberg at the beginning were quickly replaced by doubts and hesitation. The several collections of poems he published in the past few years welcomed the birth of'another great century' on the one hand, He also said that he was'ecstatic and apprehensive about the current reality', and called the revolution a'blood whirlwind','destructive love', etc. As Comrade Ellenborg admitted when he returned to his motherland again That way, he'didn't understand the revolution, and continued to be shaken and confused.'..."

Kirilov and Razumeyeva talked about Ehrenberg, and they couldn't stop talking. Even Nadya and Basmanov, who were sitting next to each other, leaned over. Listening to them talking about Ellenborg in full swing, I felt particularly uncomfortable in my heart. After walking back to the table and sitting down, looking at the few people who were still talking, I couldn't help but snorted heavily.

Akhromeyev, who was standing nearby, was taken aback when he heard my grunt. He looked around, walked to my side, sat down, looked at the few commanders who were chatting speculatively, and asked me in a low voice: "Comrade Commander, do you know Comrade Ellenborg before?"

"Of course I do." I said angrily: "If I didn't know him, I would naturally be a major general now."

After a moment of silence, Akhromeyev asked carefully: "Comrade commander. As far as I know, you were a major general during the defense of Moscow. Later, because something happened, you were demoted to major. . Is it something to do with him that your rank of major general has been taken away?"

"No," I had a rare opportunity to complain, so I told Akhromeyev, who I trusted, about the ins and outs of the grievances with Ehrenberg: "...I was killed by the Germans. Zoya’s body burned with anger for a while. He ordered all the captured soldiers to be shot. Unexpectedly, it happened that Erlenberg, who was here for the interview, saw this scene. He took pictures and published the news. In the "Red Star". Because this news was reprinted by many bourgeois newspapers, it caused many undesirable consequences. So I was demoted for this matter and sent to the Leningrad Front."

"It turned out to be like this." After hearing my story, Akhromeyev nodded thoughtfully, and then suggested to me: "Comrade Commander, I'll tell them to stop and stop discussing this nasty news. Reporter." He was about to get up.

I quickly reached out and shook my head and said, "Forget it, let them talk. Although there is a grudge between me and Ellenborg, it is between me and him after all. Don't affect everyone's mood. Staff Long, don’t you see how much everyone likes him?” After I said this, I fell silent, thinking to myself that the popularity of Ellenborg was far beyond my imagination. Almost everyone They all know his name and some of his experiences more or less. If I continue to treat him as an enemy, will I become the object of isolation by everyone someday? Before I went to Leningrad last time, he personally came to the airport to see me off and gave me a bunch of things to try to resolve the conflict between us, but I was dazzled by hatred and did not accept him. A kind act of kindness. He will come to my headquarters in a while, what should I do?

Just as I was awkward after thinking about it, Erlenborg, who had been chanting by Kirilov and the others, came. Maybe it was because there were too many people talking about him. Ellenborg, wearing a black woolen coat and a black top hat, sneezed loudly as soon as he walked into the headquarters, and then Kirilov and the others said neatly. One sentence: "I wish you health!"

Ellenborg rubbed his itchy nose with his left hand, said "thank you" in his mouth, and extended his right hand to Kirillov who met him. When the two of them held their hands tightly, Ellenborg said excitedly: "Unexpectedly, Comrade Kirilov. We met again. We haven't seen each other in *years, right?"

"To be precise, we have not seen each other in ten years." Kirilov corrected him and said: "When you returned to China in 1932, I accompanied you to visit the Moscow-Donbass Route Project. Visit Kuz Netsk and other construction sites in the first five-year plan."

Kirilov's words made me startled in a cold sweat, but I didn't expect the two of them to know each other. Fortunately, I didn't say ill of Erlenborg in front of Kirilov, otherwise, now I am really embarrassed.

Hearing Ellenborg said again: "Yes, dear Comrade Kirilov. With your company, I visited Kuznetsk and other construction sites in the first five-year plan. The motherland is full of vigor and vitality. The thriving scene deeply moved me, greatly enhanced my understanding of the policies of the Bolshevik Party, and strengthened my confidence and enthusiasm for the Soviet socialist system. In this way. By comparing the two completely different worlds of the Soviet Union and Western Europe, My worldview has undergone a significant change. And this is a'decisive' change."

When I heard his self-confession, I murmured in my heart: Fortunately, you were not in the Soviet Union at that time. Otherwise, you would definitely be the object of being cleansed, and it would be your turn to stand here and tell your old friends.

"Not bad!" Kirilov also added: "In the days that followed, you created the novel "The Second Day" and the novella "Dry to the End". According to the comrades of the Central Committee, Your novel sweeps away the hesitation and bourgeois prejudice of the past, and enthusiastically praises the new people, new things and new ideas in the socialist construction of the motherland, and is recognized as one of the outstanding works of the 1930s. Even the great writer Comrade Gorky was alive. , And full of praise for your two novels."

"Dear Ilya Gregrivich." Lazumeyeva walked to Elenburg with a pencil and a book, begging with admiration: "I like your collection of poems very much. Do I sign it?"

Erenburg took over the book and pen in Razumeeva's hand. After taking a look, he said in surprise: "Comrade Lieutenant, I didn't expect that you still have my "Pray for Russia"?! You know this book has long been out of print and I don't have it in my hands." When he signed his signature. , Went on to say, "When our motherland is invaded by fascist bandits, we must not only pray for Russia, but also fight tenaciously with the aggressors, and use our blood and lives to defend our great motherland. Defend our great leader, Comrade Stalin!"

As soon as Ellenborg's voice fell, there was a burst of warm applause in the command center. I didn't want to applaud. But seeing that everyone including Ellenborg was malfunctioning, he had to pat his palms a few times pretending to be.

Kirilov brought Ellenborg to my front. When I was about to introduce, Ellenborg reached out to me first and said friendlyly: "Hello, Comrade Oshanina, we meet again!"

"Hello, Comrade Ellenborg." In front of many of my subordinates, even though I was dissatisfied with Ellenborg in my heart, there was still a polite smile on my face. I reached out and shook me with him while politely. Said: "Welcome to my command post."

Kirilov obviously didn't know that I met Ellenborg. When we shook hands, he couldn't help but curiously asked: "Master, Comrade Ellenborg, I didn't expect that you two would have known each other a long time ago."

"Yes, Comrade Political Commissar." With a smirk on my face, I said perfunctorily: "Comrade Ehrenberg and I have met as early as January in the Great Moscow counterattack."

Hearing what I said, Ellenberg's face flushed red. After a moment of hesitation, he let go of my hand, took a step back, put his hands on his legs, and bowed solemnly to me.

His actions stunned all of us.

When he straightened up, Kirilov grabbed his arm and asked in surprise: "Hey, I said old man, what is this doing?"

Ellenborg did not answer his question, and looked at me, sincerely said: "Comrade Oshanina, for my negligence and arrogance, I once again express my deep apologies for the many troubles I have caused you. "After speaking, he bowed deeply to me again. This time, after bending his waist, he didn't straighten up, but kept in that fixed posture.

Seeing everyone cast their puzzled gazes at me, I was immediately embarrassed. I quickly stepped forward, held his arm, and said repeatedly, "Comrade Ellenborg, what are you doing? Now that it's over, why should you keep it in your heart!" When I said this, the last bit of resentment in my heart towards him disappeared without a trace with the two bows he made.

After Ehrenberg stood upright, his body was slightly sideways, and he introduced us to a middle-aged man in a blue woolen coat and a peaked cap standing behind him: "I'll introduce to you~www .wuxiaspot.com~This is Comrade Vdovin, the new propaganda minister of the Stalingrad Municipal Party Committee. He is responsible for arranging my interview in Stalingrad."

After Vdovin shook hands with me, Kirilov, and Akhromeyev one after another, Erenburg said to us like the owner of this place: "Sit down, everyone. And you, comrade telegrapher, also Sit down together. Let me tell you why I apologize to Comrade Oshanina in public."

With the acquiescence of Kirilov and I, Basmanov and Razumeyeva also sat down at the table, fully sitting around the wooden table. After seeing everyone seated, Ellenborg, who was sitting across from me, stood up, smiled at me, and began to tell everyone the grievances between me and him.

When everyone understood that this was the case, Kirilov stood up and pointed at his old friend, criticizing him in a learned tone: "I said, old man, you are too much, you have not figured out the inconsistency, just Randomly posting articles. Do you know that, because Colonel Oshanina was almost expelled from the military and sent to Tyumen."

Erlenborg smiled embarrassedly and replied: "Yes, when I learned the truth of the matter, I was also very sad. When I heard that Comrade Oshanina was going to the Leningrad Front, I still I personally ran to the airport to see her off, and personally apologized to her, wanting to get her forgiveness." (To be continued)