Chapter 1576

Although I always dream of sleeping until I wake up naturally, at six o'clock, people wake up and their hearing becomes more sensitive. I can clearly hear the footsteps of pedestrians walking downstairs, the sound of cars passing through the street, and the sound of passers-by talking downstairs.

Kiev, like Moscow, gets early daylight in summer. It's just six o'clock and it's sunny outside. After washing, I put on a plain braji, a pair of flat leather shoes, and put the general's witness and loaded pistol into my satchel. After all this, I opened the door and went out.

I went to the duty room downstairs and saw Suna sitting in the duty room dozing off. I coughed softly. Su Na was awakened by my cough. After she saw that it was me, she stood up and asked with a smile, "Comrade commander, where are you going so early?"

As I handed her the door key, I replied with a smile, "I can't sleep. I want to go out for a walk."

Suna took the key in my hand, hung it on the wall and asked, "have you had breakfast?" Seeing that I shook my head and said that I hadn't eaten, she quickly picked up the black bread and kettle on the table and handed it to me. At the same time, she warmly said, "commander, I have something to eat here. You're welcome."

"No, Auntie Suna." I hurriedly waved her hand and refused her kindness. I asked casually, "where is there breakfast around here?"

"Go out, turn right and go straight down the street. Turn right at the first crossing. There's a coffee shop. You can have breakfast there. "

After thanking Auntie Suna, I was just about to leave when I suddenly remembered that Khrushchev had said that I could have my child alik settled here, so I quickly stopped and turned to Suna: "Auntie Suna, I want my child to come here to go to school. Is there any school near here?"

"Yes," Suna nodded. "When you go to the coffee shop, you can see a school across the road. It's No.37 primary school. Just go in and ask someone."

According to Suna's instructions, I went to the cafe, bought a loaf and a cup of coffee, sat down in a corner and ate this simple breakfast quietly.

I knew the school would not start early, so I waited until eight o'clock to leave the coffee shop and walk towards the opposite school. As soon as I got to the school gate, I was stopped by a middle-aged school worker in worker's clothes. He looked me up and down and politely asked, "what can I do for you?"

"Hello I nodded to the middle-aged uncle and said politely, "I want to inquire about the enrollment of children. Can you let me in?"

After listening to me, the school worker immediately stepped aside to get out of the way, pointed to the teaching building one or two hundred meters away, and said to me, "the dean is on the second floor. After you go up the stairs, walk to the left. The first office on your left hand is the director's office."

According to the guide of the school workers, I came to the teaching director's office. From the half closed door, a middle-aged woman in military civilian clothes was sitting at a desk, reading a newspaper again. I quickly raised my hand and knocked on the door twice. When I saw the other side turning to look out, I gently pushed the door open, stood at the door and politely asked, "can I go in?"

"Come in, please." The middle-aged woman said faintly. When I came into the room, she was the first to ask, "what can I do for you?"

"Well, I want my children to come here to study." I said with a smile, "I don't know what procedures are needed?"

"Is the child a Kiev native?"

When I heard this question, I replied awkwardly, "No."

"Since they are not from Kiev, they are not eligible for admission." After the middle-aged woman finished, she focused on the newspaper and continued to read the news.

Although hit a nail, but I don't want to bully people with potential, still ask kindly: "can't accommodation?"

Without blinking an eyelid, the middle-aged woman replied, "No. Where do you think the school is? Anyone can come in? As long as they are not Kiev natives, they are not eligible for admission. You can go. "

Her bad attitude made me feel very upset. But I asked patiently, "where is your headmaster?" After asking this question, it suddenly occurred to me that it was a time of war, and there were military representatives not only in factories and mines, but also in schools. I quickly added, "where are your military representatives? I want to talk to them. "

"The headmaster and the military representatives went to the Education Bureau for a meeting." The middle-aged woman looked at me and said with disdain, "if you want to find them, you'd better come back in the afternoon."

I didn't want to argue with such people. After a sneer, I turned and left the office. At the school gate, I met the enthusiastic school worker again. When he saw me coming out, he asked with a smile from afar, "how are you doing? Have you made it clear?"

"The dean said that the child is not from Kiev and is not qualified to study here." I said bitterly to the school worker, "I can only wait for the headmaster and the military representative to go to work in the afternoon to consult again."

"Don't worry." The school worker comforted me and said, "this situation has happened to you before. As long as you go to the neighborhood committee to issue a certificate, even if the children are not from Kiev, they can come here to school. "

"I don't know where the neighborhood committee is?"

The school worker stood at the door, pointed to the front and said to me: "you go down this street. After two intersections, you can see a yellow two-story building on the left side of the road, which is the neighborhood committee."

When I came to the neighborhood committee, I saw a long line at the door of the neighborhood committee. When I went to the queue and inquired about the people in the queue, I realized that they were all here to do business. Looking at the 100 meter long queue, I knew that I couldn't get in every two or three hours, so I changed my mind and went shopping in the nearby street.

Walking on the streets of Kiev, you can see many fat women with short waists and charming naive manners, but graceful girls can also be seen everywhere. These girls in braji, with slender legs, slender waist and vivid faces, make me feel excited when I see them.

I don't know how long I've been walking in the street. I'm hot and thirsty. Suddenly I see a small yellow can car on the side of the road in front of me. It says "kvass" in Russian. Many people are queuing up to buy it. I also quickly walked over and stood at the end of the line.

Kevas is a kind of bubble beverage fermented from black bread. It has low alcohol concentration and tastes similar to German rye juice. It is very cool to drink, which is a favorite drink of the Soviet Union. Due to the low alcohol level, children can also drink, so in the queue of people, there are many seven or eight year old children.

When it was my turn, the fat lady who sold kvass picked up two glasses, one big and the other small, looked at me and asked, "do you want a big one or a small one?"

I looked at the size of the glass and said decisively, "give me a small one."

While the fat lady was picking up kvass with her cup, I took a look at the sign next to her, which said big 7 and small 5. Because I didn't write the currency unit, I asked tentatively with a smiling face, "is a small cup five rubles a cup?"

The fat lady handed me the full cup of kvass and said with a smile: "the small cup is five gobies, and the big one is seven gobies. Girl, if you have a lot of money, I don't mind five rubles

Fat aunt's words caused a burst of laughter from customers in line and customers drinking kvass with cups. In everyone's innocent laughter, I handed the money to the fat aunt, then took the kvass from her hand, went to the hungry customers who were drinking kvass, and drank kvass like they did.

After drinking kvass, I felt much cooler. I raised my hand and looked at my watch. It was already 1:30 noon. I felt that the long dragon at the door of the neighborhood committee should disappear. I put the empty cup on the shelf of the tanker and walked towards the location of the neighborhood committee.

After walking not far, I heard a rush of footsteps coming from behind. I slowed down and turned to look. I saw a 1.8-meter-tall, well proportioned, handsome officer quickly catching up. After walking side by side with me, he raised his hand to salute and politely said, "Hello, girl! I'm major monakov of the guards. Nice to meet you. Can we have a word? "

I gave him a little smile and said politely, "Comrade major, please say what you have to say."

"Well, girl." Monakov said to me with a smile: "I'm back to Kiev for a holiday. I have three days' holiday. I'd like to invite you to my home. Do you agree?"

"I don't agree." Without hesitation, I refused monakov's absurd request. I said who are you? I don't know you. Why should I come to your house“ Major, I don't know you, so even if you have a three-day holiday, I won't be a guest at your home. Please forgive me

Although I refused, the major followed me and said, "girl, where are you going? What can I do for you? "

I stopped, looked at monakov and said solemnly, "Comrade major, I'm going to the neighborhood committee to do something. Please don't follow me any more, OK?"

"Girl, I don't know what to call you?" "If I could accompany you to the neighborhood committee, maybe I could help," monakov asked persistently

"My name is o'shanina." I feel a little speechless when I see that the officer is a bit dogged. If this kind of thing is not very common in the Soviet Union, I will certainly scold him. But under the current situation, I can only patiently say, "I'm going to the neighborhood committee to give my son an entrance certificate. Please don't follow me, OK?"

When monakov heard that I had a son, he didn't look discouraged. Instead, he said more warmly, "girl, I'm ok now. Let me go with you. Maybe I can help you."

When I saw monakov sticking to me like a dog skin plaster, I couldn't help it. Who let soldiers chase young girls in the streets? It's a common phenomenon in the Soviet Union. As I walked, I asked, "Comrade major, what part of you are in?"

"The 39th division of the 28th army of the guards." Monakov replied cheerfully, seeing that he would not be expelled any more.

After listening to his reply, I nodded and said casually, "it's the subordinate of Col. malchenko. I've met your new commander, major general Ralph. In addition, your army has won the honorary title of the Lublin army for its meritorious service in the liberation of Lublin. " I said the names of the commanders and divisions of monakov's troops, and even the honors they won in July, which made monakov dumbfounded. After a while, he was surprised and asked, "girl, who are you and why do you know so much about our troops?" I just gave him a faint smile, did not answer his question, but kept walking forward. But just after two steps, monakov raised his hand and grasped my arm. His face was frosty and he said sternly, "girl, please come with me to the garrison headquarters and explain the problem clearly." Just as I was about to free my arm, a patrol of about ten people came up to me. When monakov saw the other side, he immediately raised his voice and called to the officer in charge, "Comrade lieutenant, please come here." After the officer raised his hand to stop the patrol, he came up to us alone. After saluting monakov, he asked suspiciously, "Comrade major, do you have any instructions?" Monakov said without expression: "Lieutenant, I suspect that this woman is a German spy. Please take her back to the garrison headquarters for interrogation." When I heard monakov treat me as a German spy, I couldn't help laughing. But instead of speaking, I looked at the patrol captain to see what he would do with it. After listening to monakov, the officer turned to me, reached out to me, and said solemnly, "citizen, please show me your identification." When I opened my satchel and prepared to take out my ID from it. Monakov, standing next to him, suddenly exclaimed, "be careful, she has a pistol in her bag." Then he reached out to grab the pistol in my bag. I know very well that in this situation, if I fight for weapons with him, it will make things more complicated. So I let him snatch the gun from his bag, and then slowly handed the soldier's card to the vigilant patrol captain. After the patrol leader looked at my military ID card, he was shocked and immediately stood at attention. He raised his hand to salute and said respectfully, "excuse me, general. I don't know your identity. I'm the captain of the patrol, please give me directions! "