Steel Soviet Union

"How did you get these things? Little Ivan, is it possible that some Fascist female devil captured you to sleep with you, and then rewarded you with replenishing your body?"

"Hahahahaha, just him? Just like Siberian premature potatoes, which blind fascist devil can like him? You want to laugh me to death.

"Shh, keep your voice down, be careful to attract the Germans. I was questioned by their patrols just after I came back."

Even in the darkness of despair, you have to find something to make people happy, maintain an optimistic attitude and have fun. If human beings want to survive, they must not only meet their material needs, but also their spiritual needs. Despair in the spiritual world can kill a person more easily than physical despair.

After little Ivan, who had just come back from outside and learned about the latest situation, reminded him, the other gentlemen present immediately stopped talking and stopped making fun of dirty jokes or laughing loudly. Things like getting carried away and getting into trouble or even losing one's life often happen in this hellish place, so one cannot help but be cautious.

After the atmosphere gradually calmed down, little Ivan, who was chewing dried meat in his mouth, whispered to the comrades gathered in a circle around the table.

"The Germans asked me to repair their train. There was something wrong with their locomotive. It was the train they used to transport corpses every day."

"I worked in the train factory in my hometown for two years before joining the army after the war broke out. I have still more or less forgotten my original skills. The Germans know that I can do this. I have proved to them that I have some special value, at least not I'll let them kill me casually and maybe get some benefits. Look, these are the rewards on the table."

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Towards the end of the evening, when work was over, little Ivan didn't know what he was going to do when he was called away by the Germans, and neither did the co-workers and comrades who gathered around the table.

Now I heard that little Ivan used his own ability to get some benefits for the comrades to share instead of taking them for themselves. The comrades were moved in their hearts, but also felt a little uncomfortable.

"Suka! We are Red Army soldiers! How come we are like this? We work for the Germans in exchange for some food, just like feeding dogs! I, I, I really can't understand!"

Even soldiers who surrendered and laid down their weapons have a sense of honor, not to mention these veterans who have not forgotten that they were once glorious Red Army soldiers.

"Hey, stop talking. At least we are still alive, and there is hope when we are alive. Even if we have no choice now, we have to work hard to live. Little Ivan did the right thing. He did it for all of us, our collective, otherwise he himself would Eat all these things. There is no hope of getting out of this place alive. No matter what you want to do after you get out, at least you have to live."

The dim kerosene lamp was blown by a gust of cold wind and shook violently twice. Fortunately, it was blown out on the spot, and finally it did not fall into the same cold and endless darkness as outside.

The comrades sitting around the table are not very willing to talk. Maybe everyone has different ideas in their hearts and should exchange opinions, but at least not now. Maybe it would be a good idea to wait until everyone has figured out their thoughts. The timing is right, by then it won’t be too late.

There was not much time left before the lights-out and bed time prescribed by the Germans. No one in this room wanted to be beaten up by the Germans for such a trivial matter. The gun butts and big leather boots of the fascist lackeys were never merciful. , even if you just helped them repair the locomotive that they were eager to use to transport the corpse.

After turning off the lights, it was time to go to bed. Lying on a cold, hard board that could hardly be called a bed, he was tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. Roskov felt that he might have insomnia again tonight. Maybe it was related to the fever that made me weak, but I couldn't tell if it was because of something on my mind.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? What are you thinking about?"

Roskov was not the only one who was not asleep. Little Ivan, who was sleeping next to him on the bunk next to him, was not asleep either.

Roskov, who was feeling unwell, coughed twice, and was wrapped in a blanket even tighter by the cold wind blowing in through the rags on the bedside, even though it was just the thickest rag among all the rags. .

"It's nothing, it's just that I don't think I can survive this winter. I didn't expect the first snow this year to come so early, cough cough"

Getting sick in winter is a terrible thing. Roskov remembered that half the people in the house died from colds last winter. Until this year, the number of people in the house has not been filled, and no new arrivals have been seen. Red Army prisoners of war lived in this hut, and even today it is still empty with only a few people living there.

The Germans never kept Red Army prisoners of war with other people. Prisoners of war and ordinary people were kept separately. Even if they worked during the day, they were separated into different positions.

Roskov felt that this might be because the Germans were worried that the captured Red Army soldiers would incite people to revolt? Whatever, it doesn't matter anyway, especially now that I feel like there is a high probability that I won't be able to survive this winter, who cares about it?

"I don't have any medicine, but I have some good news that may be able to help you cure your illness. Do you want to hear it?"

Can good news heal? This was a strange thing, and Roskov, who was curious but couldn't sleep, felt energetic.

"What kind of good news can cure diseases? Tell me, I'm listening."

It is very important for people living in such a ghost place to maintain a firm will to live. From this starting point, little Ivan feels that the gossip he brings can definitely cure the disease. This can at least make the disease better. The haunted Roskov has renewed hope.

"When I was repairing my car on the platform, the German guards didn't pay close attention. They ran away to smoke cigarettes, far away from me. They even sent two Poles to help me set up a gang. I helped them last time After repairing the car once, he seemed to trust me more. ”

Roskov, who was still feeling unwell, just lay down and smiled bitterly. He didn't think the news could cure anything.

"Then what? You can't finish telling the story here, right?"

"Of course not, just listen to me."

Little Ivan kept his voice as low as possible. Others in the room were already snoring loudly. Only he and Roskov, the two people who were not asleep in the small corner of Datong Shop, could hear their voices.

"Those two Poles are new here. They were just arrested. One of them can also speak Russian, but he doesn't speak it very well."

"He talked to me and asked me how long I had been locked up here. What should I pay attention to while living here? He wanted to gain some experience. I happened to also want to know what new things were happening outside, so we started chatting."

"Guess what he told me? I finally know why no new people came into our house. It turns out that the Red Army has already reached Warsaw, the capital of Poland. The distance from here is only half a fingernail's distance on the map. The Germans are no longer here The Red Army prisoners could not be captured. They were beaten in a miserable state and kept losing. "

"The Pole told me that before he came in, the city of Warsaw had been liberated by the Red Army. It seems that he was right. Do you remember Malashenko? He was the tank hero! It was he who led the troops to liberate Warsaw. Maybe he used It won't take long for this place to be liberated, and then we can get out alive!"

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