Chapter 1580

"Comrade major, why did your superior suddenly cancel your vacation?" I pulled monakov into an empty room and asked in a low voice, "what the hell is going on?"

Monakov looked at the guests who were separated by the glass door and said to me in a low voice, "the telegram says that there is a combat mission recently. Let me rush back to the army as soon as possible."

"What combat mission?" When I heard monakov say that, my eyes suddenly brightened, and my heart said, is it related to the Warsaw Uprising? He immediately asked, "is it mentioned in the telegram?"

"No Monakov shook his head and said with certainty: "the telegram only said that there was a combat mission, let me return to the team as soon as possible, the rest did not say."

Seeing that monakov didn't know the situation on the front line, I was a little disappointed. I went on to ask, "who is responsible for bringing the wounded soldiers back to the army?"

"Since the superior asked me to return to the front line as soon as possible," monakov said rather reluctantly, "I think that other people will be responsible for organizing the wounded soldiers to return to the team."

"So here you are, Rita." Here, the closed door was pushed open, and borisova stood at the door and said loudly to us, "hurry up and join us. It's just the two of you."

At dinner, I sat on borisova's right side, while monakov and anuna sat opposite me. On my right is a young girl I don't know.

Maybe I was worried that I was too bored. Borisova brought me some dishes from time to time, and talked with me without any words. The girl sitting on my right hand side, seeing that borisova was so enthusiastic to me, couldn't help asking me curiously, "what do you do?"

Before I could answer, the Dean sitting opposite her couldn't wait to say, "she's a general in the army."

As soon as the dean's words came out, the whole room became quiet and everyone's eyes focused on me. The girl beside said in surprise, "I can't see that you are a general. It's amazing." I'm not used to being the focus of people. After listening to the girl's words, I didn't speak, but just laughed politely.

"Tanya," borisova said to the headmistress sitting at another section of the table in order to resolve the embarrassing atmosphere in the room, "play some music."

Tanya nodded, got up, went to the cabinet by the wall, opened the glass door, and took out a stack of records. After flipping through for a moment, she took out one of them and put it on the gramophone. After pressing the record with her fingers for several turns, she carefully put the stylus on the record. A moment later, there was melodious music in the room.

Borisova raised her hand and patted it twice. She said loudly to the guests who were eating: "comrades, with music, we can dance."

Hearing what borisova said, two couples immediately stood up and moved their chairs aside to make more room. Monakov couldn't sit still when he saw someone start dancing. He took anuna out to dance.

Seeing that there was a vacancy beside borisova, Tanya quickly sat down and said to me, "Comrade General, the children's enrollment has been arranged. I don't know when he can get to Kiev? "

Although Khrushchev told me that someone had been sent to the rear to meet kuric, he did not give me a definite answer when he would arrive. At the moment, hearing Tanya's question, I said with a bitter smile, "Tanya, the child should be on the way. As for when he will arrive, I'm not sure."

"Did your husband pick up the baby?" Tanya asked curiously.

"Tanya," borisova said to me apologetically after interrupting what Tanya wanted to say. "Rita, don't be angry. She doesn't understand the situation. She doesn't know that her father has died in the early days of the war."

"Ah, the father of the child has died?" Tanya heard borisova say so, quickly looked at me and said apologetically: "sorry, comrade general, I don't know, please forgive me."

"Tanya, it's OK. You don't have to worry about it." I waved to Tanya and said generously, "besides, don't always call me general in the future. I'm a friend of you and borisova. Just call me Rita. What's more, the father of the child didn't sacrifice. He's still alive. "

"What, oshanin is still alive?" Borisova was shocked when I said this: "but I heard general rokosovsky say that he died in the Moscow defense."

"The news of his sacrifice is false." I saw that both of them looked curious, so I gave them a detailed introduction about oshanin's amnesia. After my story with oshanin, I looked at Tanya and asked, "Tanya, what if I'm on the front line and can't go home for months

"You don't have to worry, Rita." Tanya comforted me and said, "we have a residential system. As long as the school children do not know how far away from the school, they live in the school. Every Monday to school, and then eat and live in the school, until Friday afternoon, parents come back to pick up the children home for the weekend. If you don't come back for a few months, you can let the child live in my house and I can take care of him. "

"Tanya, thank you!" After thanking Tanya, I used to ask, "I don't know how much a semester costs, and how much food I should give you?"

"What's the matter with you, Rita?" Tanya was surprised when I said this and asked, "didn't you know that before college, tuition was free for grades one to ten, and the school provided free board and lodging? As for the time when the children stay in my house, it doesn't cost much, so you don't have to worry about it. "

After listening to Tanya's words, I remember that in later generations, a friend's child was studying in Russia, and all tuition fees were free before he went to university. Moreover, when he studied at the teacher's home, the teacher also took the initiative to bear all the expenses for food and accommodation. It seems that such a good tradition is left over from the Soviet era.

We stayed here in borisova until after ten o'clock in the evening. Borisova also warmly said to me: "Rita, you live far away. Don't go back tonight. Just stay here for one night. When I go to work tomorrow morning, let's go together. "

Borisova's kindness made my heart beat, but on second thought, if I lived here and Khrushchev had something urgent to look for me, there would be no one. Looking for me in the middle of the night is certainly not an ordinary thing. If you miss a big event, you can be in trouble. Thinking of this, I politely refused borisova's kindness.

Borisova is not at ease, personally sent me downstairs, but also to the nearby building, found a driver with a car, let the other party send me back, and repeatedly told the other party, must send me home.

There were no vehicles on the streets at night, not even the military vehicles that could be seen everywhere. The driver stepped on the accelerator to the end and drove as fast as he could towards the block where I lived. Just as I was closing my eyes, the driver unexpectedly slowed down.

"What's the matter?" I opened my eyes and asked the driver.

The driver pointed to the front with his hand and said helplessly, "there's a temporary checkpoint in front. Get your night pass ready."

I shook my head and answered honestly, "I don't have a pass."

"What about that?" The driver said anxiously, "if they find out you don't have a pass, they will arrest you."

"Don't worry, comrade driver." I smile at the driver and confidently say, "even if they don't have a pass, they won't embarrass me."

Our car stopped in front of the inspection station, and a traffic policeman and two soldiers with submachine guns on their chests and red sleeve sleeves on their arms came over. The traffic police went to the driver's side, bowed to salute, politely said: "good evening, please show me your identification!"

The driver quickly rolled down the window, took out his ID and handed it to the traffic police.

After checking the driver's certificate with the help of the flashlight, the traffic police handed it back to the driver and asked casually, "so late, where are you going?"

"I'll take the girl home."

The traffic police came around to me from the front of the car and politely asked, "girl, please show me your night pass!"

I took a look at the rank on his epaulet and replied, "sorry, comrade police lieutenant, I don't have a pass."

"No pass." The traffic police frowned when I said that. He stepped back two steps, stood up straight and said to me, "girl, since you don't have a pass, please get out of the car and accept our insistence."

The driver was a little flustered when he heard what the traffic police said. He immediately explained to the traffic police outside: "Comrade policeman, this girl is a friend of the leader of the neighborhood committee. I promise you, she will never be a bad person."

But the traffic police were not moved, still coldly said to me: "please get out of the car to accept the inspection!" The two soldiers behind him stepped forward and pointed the black muzzle at us.

Seeing this, I couldn't help laughing to myself. During the day, because of monakov, I was once pointed at by the patrol with a gun; In the evening, because there was no pass, he faced the soldiers' muzzle again.

I sighed and said to the traffic policeman standing outside, "Comrade lieutenant, please wait a moment. I'll show you my identification." With that, I lowered my head, opened my bag and handed out my military card.

When I had a clear look at my military ID card, the traffic police was startled and immediately came to attention. Then they raised their hands to their forehead to salute and said, "sorry, Comrade General. I'm Lieutenant Pedro of the police. I'm at your command. Please give me directions! " With that, he said to the soldiers standing on both sides, "put down your guns quickly. This is general oshanina."

The driver sitting next to me was stunned to see the traffic police and soldiers standing on duty saluting me. As I put the witness back in my bag, I told the driver, "OK, comrade driver, let's drive!"

"I didn't expect it. I didn't expect it." While driving, the driver said to himself, "I can actually send a general home. Even if this matter is told, people will not believe it. They think I am bragging."

The driver took me to my destination. I knocked on the door and walked into the building. When Suna saw me coming back, she said anxiously, "Rita, you're back. Half an hour ago, someone called for you. "

"Auntie Suna, do you know who's looking for me?" Suna shook her head and said, "I don't know. That man has a loud voice. I don't think it's possible for the leaders of the city or the state to speak in that tone. By the way, he said he would call you later. Go back to your room first. Maybe he will call again. " When I got home, I turned on the light in the room and stared at the phone in the living room, wondering who would call me. Thinking about it, the most likely thing is that Khrushchev called me. If you want to call him back, you don't know his phone number, so you have to wait patiently for the call to come again. I sat in the living room waiting for an hour before the phone rang again. I rushed over, grabbed the microphone and stuck it to my ear. I said in a loud voice, "Hello, I'm o'shanina. Where are you?"“ Rita, it's me, Khrushchev. " From the receiver came Khrushchev's displeased voice: "I called you twice, but I didn't find anyone. Later, someone called the duty room and found out that you were out. "“ Yes, comrade Khrushchev, I went to borisova's house as a guest. " I raised my hand and looked at my watch. It was almost zero. I knew he was calling at this time. There must be something very important. I asked, "do you have any instructions?"“ Rita, I got a call from Moscow. " Khrushchev said: "let you rush to the first front army of Belarus as soon as possible. Every morning, I will send someone to take you to the airport." When I heard that I was going to send myself to the airport, I was puzzled and asked, "Comrade Khrushchev, I am the deputy commander of the first front army of Ukraine. What am I going to do in the front army of Belarus?"“ Rita, this is the order of the superior. Don't say you are the deputy commander of the Ukrainian front army. Even the commander must carry out this order unconditionally. " After Khrushchev said this in an impolite tone, he went on to say kindly, "you are leaving tomorrow. Is there anything I can do for you?" After thinking about it, the one who worries me most is the upcoming alik, so I said to Khrushchev, "Comrade Khrushchev, my son is coming to Kiev soon. I'm worried that no one will take care of him then."“ Don't worry. I'll arrange it. " Khrushchev said in an all embracing manner: "I will arrange for someone to send him to school. You will be at ease to command the battle in the front, and you won't have to worry about things in the rear." After Khrushchev hung up the phone, I was still in a daze, holding the microphone. I thought that he said he would let me command the battle at ease on the front line. Is Stalin going to let me command which army again?