Chapter 162

Seeing me coming out of Stalin's office, bzikov, who was chatting with the officer on duty in the corridor, quickly met me and asked me in a low voice, "are you OK, Rita?"

I nodded and said softly, "I'm fine, thank you." With these words, I can't help but feel relieved to find that my feet are sore and my vest is wet. Meeting with Stalin is always a matter that makes me nervous. Even though I know that there will be no danger, I am still nervous.

Bezikov accompanied me to walk out. I looked around on the way, but there was no one. I told him quietly, "Comrade Colonel, in the conversation just now, Stalin asked about the mysterious engineer."

Bezikov, surprised, looked around like I did, and asked me in a low voice, "did you tell him the origin of the Engineer fronin?"

"Yes I asked in a puzzled way, "have you not reported this to Comrade Stalin?"

"No!" He was in a bit of a hurry. If it wasn't for fear that the irrelevant people would hear our conversation, he would have yelled, "Rita!" He called my name and said sincerely, "don't you think it's incredible? A person from the future, but also our most urgent military technical personnel. If I hadn't seen the passengers and the train mysteriously disappearing in the white light, I wouldn't have believed it. Therefore, as a Guard officer, I will not report such matters to Comrade Stalin casually. He knew that the presence of engineer Florin was entirely from other sources

Listening to what he said, I immediately felt flustered. I thought that bezikov had reported the mysterious subway train to Stalin. That's why he just said so much in his office, and even recommended to Stalin the weapon manufacturing master who is now in a state of obscurity. Oh, my God, it's too hasty for me to do this. I don't know what the consequences will be. At that moment, I even had the idea of going back to Stalin's office to explain to him.

But a little thought, some words have been said, no matter right or wrong, can not take back, simply let fate. Anyway, in the office just now, Stalin was not angry, so he was not sure that I would come back to the hospital and settle the accounts later.

Bezikov took me out of the building, stood on the steps and waved, and the car that sent me immediately came from a distance. After the car stopped, the driver came down from the back of the car, pulled open the rear door, and then stood at attention. Bezikov made a gesture of invitation to me and said, "Rita, please get in the car! The driver will take you back to the hospital. "

I lowered my head and got into the car. After sitting well, I turned back and asked bzikov, who was still standing outside the car, "Comrade Colonel, won't you take me to the hospital?"

"No, I have something else to do." Bzikov held the door, bent down and said to me, "the driver will take you back to the hospital. Good luck to you!" Then he closed the door for me. After closing the door, he didn't stand up straight, but said to the driver who was already in the driver's seat: "drive carefully, and ensure the safety of commander oshanina."

"I understand! Comrade colonel The driver started the car.

The car left the Kremlin and drove south along the Moscow river. Looking from the window, I found that it was not the road that came in the morning at all, so I asked the driver curiously, "Comrade driver, it seems that this road is not the one that we took in the morning?"

"Yes," the driver said without looking back, "although the road we are going on is a little farther, there are far fewer barricades and checkpoints on the road. We can get to the hospital faster than that road."

Listening to the driver's tone, he is very familiar with the roads in Moscow. I also allow him to arrange the route and recline in the back seat. Maybe it was because I didn't sleep well last night. After a while, I fell asleep unconsciously.

When I was sleepy, the car suddenly came to a sudden brake, and I suddenly ran into the front seat. The severe pain drove my sleepiness away. I rubbed my hot and painful forehead and asked the driver discontentedly, "what's the matter? Why did you stop all of a sudden? "

The driver looked at me and replied innocently, "I was driving well, but the truck with a hood in front of me suddenly came to a sharp stop, so I had to stop."

Just then, the tarpaulin curtain behind the truck in front was lifted, and the two soldiers who were escorting the truck leaned out and looked out. Seven or eight children in ragged clothes came running from the front of the car, came to the bottom of the two soldiers, raised the teapot or lunch box in their hands, and made a fuss.

"What's going on?" This scene confused me. Where did these children come from and what were they doing.

"Alas The driver looked at the group of children in front, sighed and said: "after the war broke out, there were many orphans whose parents died. They have no one to look after them. In order to survive, apart from stealing, they have to stop the vehicles carrying munitions everywhere, hoping that the kind-hearted driver can give them a piece of bread or other food. "

"No one cares about these orphans?" Seeing those poor children outside, the corners of my eyes are a little wet.

The driver shook his head and said, "no one cares about them. Because their parents died, they don't have the conditions to evacuate at all, so they have to stay in this city to survive."

Standing in the carriage, the two soldiers yelled at the children below, and the children immediately calmed down. In this way, I can clearly hear the older soldiers say in a loud voice: "children, stop making noise, keep order, take good pictures of the team, each with a potato." Then he picked up a small box.

After the children listened to him, they were photographed in an irregular line under the car baffle, but they still held up their tea pots and lunch boxes.

As soon as the old soldier picked up a potato and wanted to give it to the first child, the younger soldier next to him stopped him and said: "no, it's military material. You can't give it to them casually. We'll be sent to the military court... "He grabbed the old soldier's hand, grabbed the potato in his hand, and turned to the bridge behind him and yelled," Hey, what are you still doing? Hurry up and drive

Hearing the cry, the driver of the car in front of the car blew the accelerator, and the truck rushed forward. He found that the cheated children also yelled and chased them. But two legs where can catch up with the car, not far away, the truck has been out of one or two hundred meters away. The children chased a section of the road. Seeing that there was no hope of catching up, they scattered and disappeared into the buildings on both sides of the road.

"Drive." Seeing this scene, although I feel like a knife in my heart, I have nothing to do but tell the driver to drive.

The car drove forward more than ten meters, suddenly a child rushed out of the road and stopped in front of our car. The driver braked again. Fortunately, I didn't hit the front seat again because I was prepared.

"What happened to the child?" The driver said angrily, "don't you see the special pass on the window? I've just rushed out to stop the car, and I'm not afraid I'll take it as a saboteur and shoot it on the spot. "

Seeing the car stop, the child in front of the car didn't move. He just put the broken lunch box in his hand to us. I carefully looked at the child standing before I got off the bus. It turned out that he was a five or six-year-old boy. He was wearing a worn cotton military cap, a black cotton padded jacket that didn't fit, and a black military belt was tied around his waist. The cotton padded jacket was covered with blood and soil. I didn't know where he came from.

I accidentally touched the pocket of my coat and found that there were still some bread slices in it when I left the hospital. I pushed the door open and got out of the car. I asked for the bread in my pocket, walked over to him and said, "come here, boy, I have something to eat here." The child is still standing in the same place. Maybe he is afraid that the driver will suddenly drive away before and after he leaves the car. Maybe he has been cheated too much.

I went up to him, squatted down and put the bread in his lunch box. Instead of looking at me, he grabbed the slice of bread with his right hand, put it directly into his mouth and gobbled it up. He coughed violently because he ate too much. I patted him gently on the back and said pitifully, "no one grabs with you. Eat slowly."

The boy stopped coughing and looked at me gratefully. He slowed down his eating. Tears came out of his eyes and ran down his cheek.

He couldn't see his face as it was, so he was immediately washed out of two white marks by tears. I raised my sleeve and carefully wiped the dirt off his face. Soon a fair and handsome face appeared in front of me.

I just said in my heart, Lao maozi's men are more handsome, even children are no exception. But unexpectedly found that the child looks very familiar, as if where seen. I frowned and asked the boy, "child, where is your home?"

The boy didn't answer my question. He just lowered his head and continued to eat bread.

After eating three pieces of bread, he pulled open the lapel of his cotton padded jacket and put the rest of the bread in his arms. When he pulled open his skirt, I saw that he was wearing a white shirt. I suddenly thought of something, but it was not clear. I quickly grabbed his skirt, pulled it aside and opened it wider. I clearly saw that he was wearing a short sleeve white shirt, not a long sleeve shirt this season.

I have guessed his true identity, quickly covered his skirt and said softly, "son, do you remember me? In the subway carriage, the woman commander who picked up your comic book? "

Hearing this, his body trembled violently. Then he looked up at me in horror and murmured, "don't catch me, don't catch me!"

"Comrade commander, what's the matter?" The driver didn't know when to get out of the car. Seeing the child's panic expression, he asked curiously.

I was thinking about how to answer when the alarm sounded.

The sound of the alarm was slight and distant at first, and then it grew louder and louder as if it were pounding against the walls of the house, overwhelming all the noise in the street.

"Get in the car!" The driver urged me anxiously, "the German darn plane is bombing again. We need to find a place to hide."

I took the child's hand and pulled him into the car. Without waiting to sit down, the driver stepped on the accelerator and our car rushed forward.

Two blocks out, suddenly there was a loud bang not far away, and the cement dust filled the sky, blocking our car's sight. Then, sometimes, one after another loud noise came from around.

"Come on! Drive faster Seeing the critical situation, I couldn't help yelling at the driver. The boy trembled with fright and went straight into my arms. I hugged the boy tightly and looked out the window nervously, fearing that the short-sighted bomb would hit the car we were in.

In the violent explosion, another roadside building collapsed. The driver suddenly braked out of the car, turned his head and yelled to me: "Comrade commander, we can't drive like this any more. We may be hit by bombs at any time. We should find an air raid shelter to hide and wait until the air raid is over."

"What are you doing? Get off at once. "

I pushed the door open and came out of the car with the boy in my arms. The pungent cement mixed with other choking smell made me cough violently and feel dizzy in front of my eyes. The driver came around from the other end of the car, waving his hands in front of his eyes, and the cement slowly dispersed. He yelled at me, "come with me!" Then I took the child in my hand, turned around and ran. I followed him closely, covered my nose and mouth with my sleeve, and ran stumbling forward.

Fragmented buildings, still falling bricks and stones, I ran in the process, although careful again and again, but still hit once or twice.

The people on the street were running around, shouting in panic. On the way, you can see people lying on the ground from time to time. I don't have to go forward to check. Based on the existing experience, I know they are hopeless.

The antiaircraft guns rumbled, and the sound of antiaircraft guns and bombs exploded.

The driver in front of us ran towards a residential building. At the door stood two middle-aged women in cotton jackets and red sleeves. Seeing us running, they cried out: "Comrade soldiers, come here quickly!"

Running into the building, under the guidance of a middle-aged woman, we walked down a dozen steps and entered a dark basement. As I just entered from the well lit outdoor, even if there was a lighted oil lamp in the basement, I still felt that I could not see anything clearly. It was a long time before I could barely see everything in the room.

The driver was sitting on a bench opposite me, gasping for breath with his child in his arms. I gave him a smile and said to him gratefully, "thank you, comrade driver. If I didn't have you, I would have stayed in the street to get bombed by the German."

He waved his hand, continued to breathe heavily, and then said, "Comrade commander, don't be so polite. It's my duty to protect you."

I looked at the child in his arms, and the child was also secretly looking at me. I waved to him and said softly, "come to me, child!"

The boy stood up hesitantly and came slowly to me. I took him into my arms, put my chin on his head and asked him in a low voice, "what's your name, son?"

"Varoja," he replied timidly, "my mother calls me LOVA."

"LOVA, can you tell me what happened?" As I said this, I caught a glimpse of the driver sitting opposite. His eyes were closed, his head was leaning against the wall behind him, his chest heaved violently and he was panting heavily“ I want to know what happened after you left the subway station? "

Valoja in her arms suddenly sobbed and stammered: "my mother and I had just driven out of the truck, and it was not far away when we met the bombing of the plane, and the truck stopped. At that time, I was so scared that I hugged my mother tightly. The other uncles and aunts in the car screamed and tried to run out, but they were stopped by the two soldiers guarding us. They cried out: "no one is allowed to get off without orders! No one is allowed to get off without orders! "

"The alarm outside seems to be off!" The driver suddenly stood up and said, then walked out without looking back, "I'll go out first."

When the driver came out of the basement, I asked, "what happened then?"

"Uncle soldier didn't allow everyone to get out of the car, so everyone quarreled with them desperately. At this time, a bomb hit a car not far away. Seeing the rising fire and smoke, everyone was scared and stopped arguing. It was my mother who pushed me to the back of the car, explored my family background from the middle of the two uncle soldiers, and put me under the car. "

"What about your mother?"

"She wanted to jump out of the car, but she was caught by the soldier uncle and pushed into the car. All I heard was my mother shouting, "LOVA, run! Run home to find Dad! " I was so scared that I ran. As a result, after running for a while, she found that she couldn't find where her home was. Then she ran back to her mother, only to find that her truck was burning... "At this point, valoja began to cry.

His cry brought in the middle-aged woman who had just left. She asked curiously, "Comrade commander, what's wrong with the child?"

I wiped a handful of tears, trying to squeeze out a smile, said: "the child thought of his dead parents, are sad to cry. It's all right. Go and help yourself! "

The warden shook her head and walked away muttering.

I gently patted the child on the back, comforted him and said, "well, child, don't cry. If you can survive, your mother's spirit will also feel comforted." I raised my head, poured back the liquid from my eyes, and then said, "you come with me first, I'll help you find a place to place you."

Hearing what I said, the child's cry gradually decreased and answered me in a low voice. I don't know how long later, the child gradually calmed down, there was no sound. I looked down and saw that he had fallen asleep in my arms. A quick step came from the door, and then I heard the familiar voice of the driver: "Comrade commander, the air raid alarm has been lifted. The car is just at the door. Please come out and get on the bus as soon as possible! "