Chapter 1579

Khrushchev was also an acute man. After that, he quickly went back to his desk, picked up the red secret phone on the desk, dialed a number, and said to the microphone, "I'm Khrushchev, get me Moscow!"

While Khrushchev was on the phone, I sat on the chair beside the conference table, lowered my head and thought to myself in my heart: "I am the deputy commander of the first front army of Ukraine, but Stalin asked Khrushchev to ask me for my views on the Warsaw Uprising. Is he going to transfer me to Belarus to assist rokosovsky?"

After Khrushchev called Stalin, he came up to me and said with a smile, "Rita, I didn't expect that your opinion coincided with Comrade Stalin. He just praised you on the phone."

I grinned silently, then looked at Khrushchev and asked, "Comrade Khrushchev, I want to ask, when is Comrade Stalin going to let me go back to the front line?"

"Don't worry about going back to the front line for the time being." Khrushchev said with a ha ha, cleverly diverged from the topic: "I heard that you went to contact the school for the children today?"

Seeing that Khrushchev avoided talking about my return to the front line, I immediately understood that Stalin might mean to let me stay in Kiev for an indefinite holiday. No one can change the arrangement of the Supreme Commander himself, and I can only settle down with it.

I nodded and said, "yes, I spent a lot of time today dealing with the enrollment of children." Then I told Khrushchev in detail what happened today. I didn't even hide what monakov was pursuing me on the road.

After listening to my story, Khrushchev said thoughtfully, "Rita, you have been fighting face to face with the German army on the front line these years. Now the German army is not far away from the final destruction, so you should try to live an ordinary life. I guess that's why the superior suddenly let you take a vacation in Kiev.

Your son will come to Kiev soon. It's hard for you to take care of your children alone. If you can have a partner to take care of you, I think this is the best ending. What do you think of major monakov? If you are interested in him, I will arrange for someone to know everything about him as soon as possible. As long as he's worthy of you, I'll fix you up. "

Hearing that Khrushchev suddenly thought of matchmaking for me, I was shocked. You know, although I had occupied Rita's body for almost three years, psychologically, I was still a man. As for Khrushchev's kindness, I quickly waved and refused: "Dear Nikita sergeyevich, thank you for your kindness. Don't you think I'm already neutral? At least I don't want to be seen as a woman at present

Seeing that I was so stubborn, Khrushchev didn't force me either. He nodded and continued, "since you don't want to talk about marriage now, I don't force you either. But it's too lonely for you to stay in this city alone. You should make more friends. By the way, I know the borisova you just mentioned. She is a kind, intelligent and capable woman. According to the report submitted by the leaders of Kiev City, they are going to promote her in the near future. You can have more contacts with her. "

I left Khrushchev's office and went back to my residence. I went to the gate and knocked hard on it. Soon the small window on the shutter opened, revealing Suna's alert eyes.

"Hello, Suna!" I said to her with a smile, "I'm back. Please open the door!"

"Rita, you're back!" Suna opened the door, took my hand and said enthusiastically, "when you were away, a handsome commander came to see you. I said you went to school to go through the entrance formalities for the child, and then he left. I don't know if he found you? "

"Yes, yes, Auntie Suna!" I said to Suna with a smile on my face, "the commander found me at school."

Suna and I chatted for a while, took the key that was hanging in the duty room, and was about to go back to our room upstairs when Suna stopped me and asked, "have you had dinner, Rita?"

"Not yet." I shook my head and said, "I'll go back to eat later."

Hearing that I haven't had dinner yet, Suna picked up a paper bag on the table and thrust it into my hand. At the same time, she said, "I guess you haven't eaten yet. It's all ready for you." I didn't refuse Suna's kindness. After thanking her, I took the paper bag she gave me and went upstairs.

When I got home, I opened the paper bag and saw a few pieces of bread inside. In the middle of the bread was a slice of sallow, with a thick layer of butter. At the top of the slice was a piece of salmon sashimi.

Just as I was about to start the dinner Suna had prepared for me, the phone in the living room suddenly rang. I quickly put down the toast and went to the living room to answer the phone.

"Hello I asked politely into the microphone, "who am I talking to?"

There was a burst of hearty laughter from the receiver, and then borisova's voice came into my ear: "Hello, Rita, I'm borisova. Do you have time now

Instead of giving borisova an accurate answer, I asked, "what can I do for you?"

"It's like this, Rita." "I'd like to invite you to my house," borisova said enthusiastically Perhaps worried that I would refuse her, she added, "Tanya is coming too. She's going to talk to you about the children's enrollment."

When I heard that the principal of the school was also here, I knew that I had to go to the party tonight. I asked, "borisova, can you give me an address?"

"Remember that." Borisova may be worried that I can't keep up with the speed of recording. He deliberately slowed down his speaking speed and said, "my home is at 72 Lenin street in oboronsky district. When you arrive, you can find my home by asking the attendant at the door."

Since it was borisova's treat, there must be a lot of delicious food in her family, so I repackaged the bread Suna gave me and put it on the table. Then he simply washed and went downstairs with his satchel on his back.

Seeing me coming down the stairs, Suna asked curiously, "Rita, are you going out?"

"Yes, Auntie Suna." I replied with a smile, "I'm going to visit my friends in oboronsky. Do you know how to get there?"

"If it was before the war, I would definitely suggest you take the subway." "But now the subway is closed at 6 pm. If you want to go there, you have to go to the door to take a taxi," Suna said with regret

I just stood by the side of the road to take a taxi. Before long, several military vehicles stopped in front of me. The driver poked his head out of the window and asked enthusiastically, "girl, where are you going?"

When I visit other people's homes, I can't stop military vehicles. For the kindness of these drivers, I have to decline politely: "Comrade soldier, thank you! It's a long way to go. It's not convenient to take a military car. "

After waiting for a long time, a black car finally stopped in front of me. A middle-aged man with two beards rolled down the window, looked at me and asked, "girl, where are you going?"

I quickly went to the window, leaned over to the middle-aged driver and said, "I think of the oboronsky district. I don't know how much it costs."

The middle-aged driver thought about it, then raised his hand and made a five gesture“ Five rubles. " Although I don't know about the prices in this period, it's too expensive to charge five rubles for a free ride.

When I was about to bargain with him, he seemed to see my mind and said, "girl, 50 goby, if you think the price is right, get on the bus. If it's not right, you'll go to other cars. I won't bargain."

Even in later Russia, because of the scarcity of taxis, people take taxis in such private vehicles. If the price is good, they get on the bus. If the price is not good, they find other vehicles. There is no black car at all. At the moment, listening to the driver take the initiative to say the price of 50 Gobi, I feel very fair, immediately opened the door, without saying a word on the car.

The driver is a very talkative person. He is obviously very happy that I can take his car to opolonsky. He talks to me while driving: "my family lives in opolonsky, just on the way. Are you going to a friend's house? "

"Yes, I'm going to my friend's house." I answered softly.

"Are they relatives?" The driver then asked.

I turned to look out of the window and whispered, "I don't have any relatives in Kiev. After the war broke out, almost all of my relatives were gone."

"I'm sorry," the driver quickly apologized to me. "I shouldn't have said these things that make you sad."

"It doesn't matter," I turned to look at the driver and said faintly, "this is the war. There are countless people like me who have lost their relatives in the war."

"What do you do, girl?" After a quick glance at me, the driver focused on the front again: "is it a shop assistant or a hotel waiter?"

"I don't have a job." Hearing the driver's question, I answered with some difficulty, "I'm waiting for the assignment right now."

"Waiting for the assignment?" After listening to me, the driver snorted, and then said, "after the liberation of Kiev, the residents of the city came back one after another. However, due to the limited number of factories to return to work, not all of them could find jobs." The driver stopped for a while and seemed to be thinking about something. Finally, he made up his mind and said, "if you don't dislike it, you can come to me at Kiev University. My name is Peter. I'm from the logistics department. I can arrange a purchasing or cleaning job for you, so that you can at least have enough food and clothing every day."

"Thank you, Peter!" I was quite moved to see this uncle so enthusiastic. I said gratefully to him, "but my work should be settled soon, so I won't trouble you."

Although he was rejected by me, there was no disappointment on his face. He continued: "it's OK. If you need my help, you can come to me at any time. By the way, you only said you would go to the oboronsky District, but you haven't said the specific location yet. "

I quickly took out a note recording borisova's address and read it to the driver's uncle. After hearing the address, Peter immediately asked, "if I'm not wrong, are you going to find borisova?"“ Ah? " I didn't expect that the driver even knew about borisova. I was surprised and asked, "Peter, do you know borisova?" Seeing that I was as surprised as I expected, the driver said with pride, "borisova is a celebrity in our place. Although she only works in the neighborhood committee now, we all know that with her ability, she will be transferred to the city or state soon." The car soon arrived at the destination. When I got off the bus, I found that No. 72 was actually a residential area. Looking at dozens of houses in the wall, I couldn't help but be a little silly. Just as I was about to inquire with the doorman at the door, petrel yelled at me from behind: "borisova lives in building 31. Walk along the road. That's the one at the end of the road." When I knocked on the door of borisova's house, I saw that there were already many guests in the house. Besides Tanya, I also saw monakov, who was chatting with anuna, and even the annoying Dean, the middle-aged man with glasses sitting next to her, who should be her husband. In addition, there are several pairs of men and women, I do not know, should be borisova's colleagues or friends. Seeing me coming, Tanya and others immediately welcomed me and said hello to me warmly. After the greetings, the Dean came up to me, lowered his head and said in an embarrassed expression: "Comrade General, please forgive me for being rude to you today. The headmaster has criticized me severely, and I know I'm wrong. I hope you can forgive me. " Although I hate this unsmiling Dean in my heart, under the current situation, I still wave my hand and pretend to be magnanimous: "well, comrade Dean, this matter has passed. Please don't take it seriously." Seeing that I was no longer pursuing this matter, the Dean was relieved. He quickly pulled the man standing beside him and introduced him to me, saying, "Comrade General, let me introduce you. This is my husband. He works in the Municipal Education Bureau." I heard that the husband of the dean of education is the leader of the Education Bureau. I immediately understood why the dean of education was so rebellious. It turned out that he had a backstage. I reached out to the man with glasses and gave him a gentle shake. Then I said hello to monakov standing by: "Hello, comrade major, we meet again." Monakov nodded at me, reached out to me, and said in a low voice, "Hello, Comrade General. Nice to meet you here." When monakov and I shook hands, we looked at anuna standing not far away and asked casually, "major, when are you going to invite anuna back to your house?" I didn't expect monakov to reply bitterly: "Comrade General, I don't have time. I've just been informed to take the train tomorrow afternoon to rush back to the army."