Chapter 1063

May day is not only a labor Festival, but also the beginning of spring for future generations of Muscovites. On such days, they usually drive their cars in groups and go to the villas in the suburbs to plant the land. After sowing the seeds of potatoes, onions, cabbages, carrots and corn in the fertile land, they just wait for the harvest in autumn.

May 1, 1941, however, is destined to go down in history. Because it was a temporary parade for the Soviet Union to boost the morale of the army and the people of the whole country after it won the great victory of the battle of Stalingrad.

Although the parade didn't start until ten o'clock, before seven o'clock Yushchenko knocked on my door and told me that Colonel bezikov was waiting for me downstairs.

When I got downstairs in a hurry, bzikov was already impatient. When he saw my face, he complained, "Rita, why did you come down so late?"

"Colonel bezikov, doesn't the parade begin at ten?" Seeing his unhappy face, I raised my hand to look at my watch and asked, "but it's not seven o'clock yet. Do we need to go so early?"

Listen to me, bzikov rolled his eyes at me and said, "you think you are Comrade Stalin. You can enter the viewing platform a few minutes before the ceremony." Then he turned to pull the door open, beckoned me to sit in, and urged, "hurry up. A little later, Gorky Street will be closed."

I sat in the co pilot's seat and watched bzikov start the car. I asked curiously, "don't you have a special pass, Colonel? Will those martial commanders stop your car?"

"After eight o'clock, the troops participating in the inspection will enter Gorky street one after another. Even if there is no martial law, our cars will not be able to drive by." With that, as soon as he stepped on the gas, our car drove forward.

When the car drove into Golgi street, I saw that the tanks parked on the side of the road had uncovered the camouflage net above. The tank soldiers were busy nervously, making the final preparations before starting. And in the middle of the street, one by one, the squads are marching in the direction of Red Square. At the moment, I understand that bezikov's worry is not redundant. When more troops or technical equipment are placed on this street later, our cars will not be able to drive through at all. If we want to reach Red Square, we have to go around a big circle.

As he approached the red three story History Museum, bezikov turned right to Alexandria garden and parked in a temporary parking lot.

Looking at the cars in the parking lot, I can imagine how many important people participated in the parade. After bizikov parked, we went to the south slope of Red Square. There is a cordon at the bottom of the slope. There are more than a dozen policemen in gray cotton uniforms, cooperating with the soldiers of the central guard regiment, checking the documents of the people entering the Red Square.

A young policeman came up to me, raised his hand and saluted me. He said without expression and politeness, "Comrade commander, please show me your identification!"

Seeing the policeman in front of me, I shivered and instinctively reached for my ID. Before I put my hand into my pocket, I heard the cold voice of bzikov: "Comrade police, which bureau are you from? Don't you know me?"

The policeman took a look at biezikov, shook his head, and said, "sorry, comrade Colonel, I have received an order to check the certificates of every person who enters the Red Square."

"What did you say, comrade policeman?" When bizikov heard what the policeman said, he could not help but sneer. Then he asked in a sarcastic tone, "if a marshal comes, will you check his ID?"

The police obviously recognized the sarcasm in bzikov's tone and became a little flustered. Just when they didn't know how to deal with it, an officer of the guard regiment came by. Seeing that bzikov was stopped by the police, he trotted over and glared at the police. After that, he raised his hand to salute bzikov and apologized to him on behalf of the police: "sorry, comrade colonel, This policeman is here to help temporarily. I don't know you. Please forgive me! "

Bezikov snorted at the policeman and asked coldly, "Comrade policeman, can we go in?"

Seeing that the officers in charge of their own affairs had to salute each other, the little policeman knew that he had offended the wrong person, and immediately blushed with shame, and said in a bit of confusion, "yes, of course, comrade Colonel, please!"

When we crossed the cordon and went on, bzikov apologized to me in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Rita. I'm not strict with my subordinates and offended you. Aren't you angry?"

I heard that from bezikov. I guess he might have seen me shivering before I took out my ID. he didn't know that I had "police phobia". He thought that I was checking my ID for the police and he was so angry. I quickly waved my hand and replied, "Colonel, you are worried too much. The little policeman has not done anything wrong. He is also performing his duties." In order not to get entangled in this boring issue, I deliberately digress from the topic and ask, "by the way, where shall we sit later?"

Bezikov pointed to the low viewing platform on the south side of Lenin's tomb and said, "no, that's right. Let's sit on the viewing platform on the left, so that we can see the whole process of the troops and technical equipment entering." With these words, we have come to the viewing platform. All around the auditorium were soldiers of the guard regiment standing guard. They surrounded the auditorium with three steps and five sentries. After nodding to a second lieutenant on duty, bezikov led me through the two soldiers on guard. After a few steps along the passage of the sentry, bezikov went up the steps to the viewing platform. There are seven rows of the viewing platform. Apart from one passage on the left and one on the right, there is another passage in the middle, which evenly divides the whole viewing platform into two parts. This time may be because of the early time, there are only a few people on the stage. Bezikov took me to korpakchi to listen to me. He immediately took the middle-aged man's right shoulder and drew him closer to me. Then he introduced me with a smile and said, "Comrade oshanina, let me introduce you. This is Comrade Brezhnev, the military commissar of our 18th army. " After listening to kolpakchi's introduction, I immediately extended my hand to his military commissar and said in a friendly way: "Hello, Brezhnev..." before I finished speaking, I was shocked, stopped my hand in mid air, and asked in surprise: "general kolpakchi, what's your name of your military commissar?"“ Brezhnev, "although korpakchi did not know why I asked, he repeated Brezhnev's name truthfully, and added the other's full name:" his full name is Leonid Ilyich Brezhnev. " After being confirmed by kolpakchi, I felt that my legs were a little weak. Unexpectedly, another great historical man appeared in front of me. Seeing the outstretched hand of the other party, I quickly grasped it and nervously said, "Hello, comrade Brezhnev, nice to meet you!" Brezhnev shook hands with me and asked curiously, "general oshanina, you seem very surprised to see me. Have you ever heard of me before?"“ No, No Hearing Brezhnev's question, I immediately shook my head like a rattle to deny: "I have never heard of your name, but when general kolpakchi introduced you, I didn't hear your name clearly, so confirm it again."