Chapter 997

I looked in the direction of the voice and found that it was another person I knew. I quickly let go of krochkov's hand and welcomed him. And respectfully used his father's name and his own name to call him: "Hello, dear Alexander vasilijevich, nice to meet you here!"

The visitor was dressed in a brand-new general uniform, and the Venus on the epaulet was very eye-catching. Seeing that I went up to greet him, he held out his hand with a smile, took my hand, and said with compliments, "Comrade oshanina, the last time we met was in the defense war in Moscow. I didn't expect that more than a year later, you are still so young and beautiful, not only won the promotion in the rank, but also won the title of "Soviet hero."

"O'shanina, you may not know. Comrade Alexandrov won the first prize of Stalin prize for his creation of Bolshevik party song and a series of military songs. Not long ago, he was awarded the Lenin medal and the rank of major general for his 60th birthday and the 40th anniversary of his artistic creation. " Krochkov, who came to me, after introducing the story of Alexandrov to me, also put out his hand to each other with a smile.

After Alexandrov and krochkov finished shaking hands, I said to him with a smile, "Comrade Alexandrov, as long as your red flag singing and dancing troupe appears on the battlefield, it can greatly boost the morale of our army commanders and fighters. Although there are only a dozen of you, your role is no less than that of two teachers. You and your song and dance troupe are the precious wealth of our Red Army. "

As for my flattery, the head of the red flag song and dance troupe with a wisp of moustache couldn't help laughing. At this time, krochkov lost no time to ask: "by the way, comrade Alexandrov, I heard that you are creating a new national anthem recently. How is your progress?"

Alexandrov, who was still in a state of joy, immediately became serious when he heard krochkov's question. He shook his head and replied, "we have a long history of using the Internationale as the national anthem. It's not easy to find a suitable song to replace it."

Krochkov seemed to have a clear idea of Alexandrov's answer. He nodded his head and said with emotion: "yes, the notice of collecting the new national anthem has reached all units since 1940, but so far, no suitable works have been found in the songs recommended by units at all levels."

Seeing their sad faces, I suddenly remembered that the new national anthem of the Soviet Union was created on the basis of the Bolshevik party song. I couldn't help saying, "Comrade Alexandrov, I have an idea. I don't know whether to say it or not."

When alessandrov heard me say this, he asked unexpectedly, "Comrade oshanina, do you know how to compose?"

I shook my head and replied with a smile, "although I don't know how to compose music, I'm a layman and I can tell you my idea."

As soon as I finished, without waiting for any response from Alexandrov, krochkov took the lead and said, "Comrade Alexandrov, I believe what oshanina said will enlighten you a lot. But should we take our seats and chat slowly so as not to get in the way of other comrades? "

At krochkov's suggestion, the three of us found a suitable seat and sat down. As soon as he was seated, Alexandrov couldn't wait to ask, "Comrade oshanina, what do you think?"

I quickly organized the words in my mind, and then said, "I think the new national anthem should have the characteristics of forcefulness, solemnity, magnificence and distinctive national style." At this point, I pause a bit to see Alexandrov's reaction. Seeing that he nodded his head in affirmation, he continued to say, "my conception of the national anthem is to fuse the victory march, exquisite folk songs and broad Russian epic narrative tunes."

As soon as I finished, Alexandrov slapped himself on the thigh and exclaimed excitedly, "great, comrade o'shanina, what a wonderful idea you have! Thank you, thank you Then he reached for my hand and shook it vigorously.

Maybe it was because his voice was too loud when he just lost his manners. A general sitting in the front row turned around and glared at us with dissatisfied eyes, as if to criticize us. When he saw Alexandrov's face clearly, his angry face immediately turned into a smile. He leaned over, stretched out a hand, and said hello to the latter with a smile: "Hello, comrade Alexandrov, I don't know when you can bring the song and dance troupe to our reserve army to perform. The commanders and fighters have been looking forward to you all the time."

When I heard about the reserve army and looked at the three Venus on the general's shoulder, I immediately guessed the identity of the other party. He was the commander of the reserve army, the superior of liejier. He quickly stood up, raised his hand, saluted him and said respectfully, "Hello, comrade commander."

Liejer sat at the table and saluted me. After glancing at my epaulets, he said with a smile, "it's comrade oshanina. Congratulations on winning the Venus medal and the title of" Soviet hero. "

"Thank you, thank you, Comrade General." Since I haven't officially reported to the front army of the reserve, I don't have any subordinate relationship with Admiral Leijer. After a little chat, he turned around and continued to chat with the people nearby.

Krochkov then found the opportunity to ask Alexandrov: "Alexander vasilievych, after listening to oshanina's proposal, what do you think?"

Alessandrov answered with confidence: "I have considered that the tune of the Bolshevik party song should be modified, and the famous poets Sergei vladimirovic Mikhalkov and El lekiski should be asked to fill in the lyrics again. I think it won't be long before the new national anthem comes out. "

When I heard Alexandrov's words, I couldn't help feeling in my heart. It seems that the head of the red flag song and dance troupe is really capable. I just mentioned it casually so that he could have a comprehensive consideration in such a short time. It seems that the appearance of the new national anthem of the Soviet Union can be much earlier than the real time in history.

Seeing more and more people entering the hall, I couldn't help looking at my watch and found that it would be nine o'clock in five minutes, but the three chairs left for the host behind the long table were still empty. I said in my heart, Lao maozi has no idea of time. Will the ceremony be postponed?

While I was in my head, Alexandrov, who was sitting next to me, noticed my abnormality and asked me curiously, "Comrade oshanina, I think you are very nervous. Have you never experienced such a big scene?"

After listening to Alexandrov's question, I quickly shook my head and said, "no, comrade Alexandrov, I think it's time soon, but the leader who presided over the ceremony hasn't arrived, so I'm a little worried about whether the ceremony will be temporarily cancelled."

After I finished, Alexandria looked at krochkov sitting on his right hand and said with a smile, "don't worry about that. Comrade Molotov is always famous for being punctual. You'll see later. As long as the clock points to nine o'clock, he will appear in front of you on time."

Although I heard what alessandrov said, I didn't see Molotov and them. I was still not at ease. I was talking to alessandrov absently and looking nervously at the entrance of the hall.

Just when I was in a state of anxiety, three people appeared at the door of the hall. With my sharp eyes, I recognized Molotov at the front, marshal Voroshilov at the back, and behind marshal Voroshilov was an old man with a goatee and eyes.

With the appearance of the three people, the whole hall suddenly quieted down, even the sound of breathing can be heard clearly. Seeing that the three people came to the long table and sat down one by one, my heart relaxed. My heart said that in this case, the ceremony would not be cancelled or postponed.

After a few words of whispered conversation, Voroshilov stood up from his seat, faced everyone and said excitedly, "comrades, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. But we came here so late for a reason. Before we came here, the front line just sent out the latest war report. In order to report the good news to you in time, we stayed in the telegraph room for a while and came here after receiving all the war reports. "

Voroshlov said that, after pausing for a moment, he scanned the whole audience with his eyes and said in a cadenced voice: "in the morning, our southern front army and southwest front army stopped here in Molotov, and turned their eyes to where I was. At this time, Alexandrov, who was sitting on my right hand side, gave me a gentle push and said in a low voice, "Comrade oshanina, it's your turn to appear. Hurry up to Comrade Molotov and accept the honor you deserve. "

I stood up in a hurry, reorganized my military appearance, stepped forward quickly, straightened up and stood in front of Molotov, waiting for his next order.

Molotov, smiling and holding out his hand to me, said friendly, "Comrade oshanina, I congratulate you!"

As I shook hands with him, I politely replied, "thank you."

Seeing that Molotov and I held hands together, there was a burst of applause in the hall.

In the warm applause, Molotov put the Venus medal that he had just taken out of the box on my left chest, above the other medals. After wearing the medal, he turned around and took a medal from voroshlov's hand, holding it in both hands and handing it to me.

Then voroshlov and the old man with a goatee shook hands with me and congratulated me.

Then Molotov simply said a few words and announced the official end of the ceremony. They all stood up and applauded to see off Molotov. After they left, the three of them also left their positions and walked out of the hall.

I was thinking about whether I should go outside to find bzikov immediately, but he came first. He glanced behind me with disgust on his face and asked me in a low voice, "Rita, shall we go back now?"

"Comrade Colonel," without waiting for me to speak, krochkov's voice came from behind, "Comrade oshanina, if you want to come with me, will not go back with you for the time being."

"What?" When bzikov heard this, he immediately asked fiercely, "Comrade krochkov, who gave you the right to detain the commander who came back from the front line at will?" With that, he felt for the pistol at his waist.

When I saw that he had misunderstood, I quickly grasped his hand, so as not to cause an accident on his impulse. At the same time, I explained to him, "Comrade Colonel, you have misunderstood. Comrade krochkov did not take me back to the Ministry of the interior, but to the hospital. "“ hospital? What do you do in the hospital? " Bzikov listened to me, and though he was still hostile to krochkov, his hand was removed from the holster. Seeing that bzikov was looking at me mistily, I had to make a further explanation to him: "there seems to be something wrong with my eyes. Comrade krochkov said that he knew an ophthalmologist and was going to take me to have a look."“ So it is. I'll go with you. " After that, bezikov turned to krochkov and asked sarcastically, "do you have any objection?"