Life seemed to have returned to peace. On September 5, Yang Mingzhi only received a call from Captain Yularin of Lubyanka. He thought that his superiors would have major arrangements for him, but it was absolutely impossible.
Unexpectedly, the captain only called for one purpose - to say hello.
A busy person has to quiet down, it seems like a real holiday, and the phone call with the purpose of "good morning" announced that today is a rare holiday.
"Haha, it's obviously Saturday."
I looked at the crude calendar printed on rough paper placed on the desk. The paper was torn to September 5th.
The Soviet Union currently implements a six-day work week. Even though most factory workers were exempted from their rest days due to the war, many people still have Sunday off.
According to the order from his superiors, the final arrangement for Yang Mingzhi will be responded to next Tuesday.
Next Tuesday is September 8th, and there are at least three days left for vacation!
This was an era when there were no computers and television was a rarity. The Soviet Union’s national television station was born in the Moscow Television Center in 1988. They recorded programs regularly, but the programs were only
It was acceptable in Moscow and Leningrad. There were television programs, but what about television sets? Before the war broke out, the number of television sets in the entire alliance was less than 10,000. The Soviet Union had just learned from the United States
With advanced television manufacturing technology, war broke out.
After the end of the war, the Soviet Union's post-war reconstruction speed was very fast. TV stations re-recorded programs and the mass production of television sets was also put on the agenda. Especially as mankind entered the space age, the Soviet Union
The Alliance has been crazy about launching various satellites into low-Earth orbit, and a large number of TV satellites have been launched into the sky, which has stimulated the development of the TV industry across the alliance.
By the mid-1960s, the number of TV sets in Soviet households had exceeded 10 million, and production was at a high rate of 10,000 sets per day.
Logically speaking, the Ministry of Internal Affairs should have provided him with a TV set in the house where Yang Mingzhi lived.
This is actually very unrealistic, for no other reason than that after the war broke out, all Moscow TV stations were relocated, and many of the TV stations who were proficient in wireless transmission technology were replaced by military personnel.
He pretended to be a member of the communications corps.
There is no TV station, but there is a radio station. The Moscow radio still wants to broadcast news to the whole city and surrounding areas. At least there is a radio in the house that needs to be installed with a manganese battery, because it broadcasts every day
The time was short, so if he wanted to kill his boredom, Yang Mingzhi figured that he should seize the time and sleep in.
He stayed at home like this all day, and he was also confused all day long. Only in the evening, he urged his wife to go to the kitchen together, holding a kitchen knife and chopping potatoes passionately, and he felt that
The whole day has not been in vain.
After buying a bunch of potatoes on the morning of September 4th, serious Chinese food finally began to appear on the table.
A large pot of stew stood on the wood-burning earthen stove. Yang Mingzhi used it to stir-fry vegetables. Such cooking really impressed the maid Anne.
Annie was very willing to improve her cooking skills. After coming into contact with Yang Mingzhi, she realized that her cooking skills were too inferior compared to the general.
Cooking took more time, and everyone in the house also had different ways of eating.
"It's really boring. I'd better go to the city tomorrow!" Putting down his chopsticks, Yang Mingzhi hugged his head and couldn't help but yawned again.
"Are you still going shopping?" Star Tao asked, "Or are you going to that market?"
"No, just take a stroll. I am a soldier, and my life now is stable. It is really like being under house arrest."
"Isn't it great? We don't have to fight, and we can enjoy peace with peace of mind."
Yang Mingzhi shook his head: "My dear, you have changed. Since you became pregnant and went to work in the hospital, you have become calmer. I quite like you before, like a little tiger, who likes to hang out outdoors.
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"you……"
"Let's go, we still have some money in our pockets. We won't drive, so we'll call two guards and we'll explore Moscow on foot. We'll also check out the shops we pass by. Maybe we can buy some candy."
Unable to resist her husband, she had no choice but to agree. Of course, if she could buy candy bars, that would be Zhuohou's favor.
Who doesn’t love snacks?
September 6th, the weather is fine, and obviously today is also a peaceful day!
The released balloons were swaying in the wind, and people on the ground were coming and going. Because it was Sunday, the only day off in the week, there were obviously many more people on the streets.
Most of the state-owned stores are open as usual, but those who stayed behind in government agencies and some workers who were on rest will of course take this opportunity to go shopping on the streets.
Since supplies are relatively scarce throughout the alliance, it doesn't matter if you complain. After all, everyone has to queue up honestly to buy things and wait for their turn. Whatever is in the store, as long as you bring enough money, you can go straight to the store.
I'll buy it if the guarantee is not enough and I will use it later.
Yang Mingzhi had other plans. He bought a lot of food, many pieces of clothes, and even spare shoes.
My house is very large, and most of the rooms have gorgeous wallpapers, but the rooms are empty. Especially my bedroom, there is always something missing.
Yes, she and I have never had a wedding photo taken! In this era, it may not be practical to take a wedding photo in the Soviet Union. At least it must be a large group photo.
Ever since, what was originally "hanging out on a day off" turned into a purposeful action.
For this reason, Yang Mingzhi washed himself up, put on a full set of military uniforms, and wore all his medals neatly. He felt like he was going to attend a formal military meeting.
"I'm just going to take a large photo, and you're dressed too formally. Didn't you agree that you shouldn't be too exposed in the city?" Star Tao complained while eating.
"This is no small matter, dear. When the photo is developed, I will frame it and hang it in our bedroom."
"Ouch! Isn't that too..."
"Are you shy? Accept it early. We will have to take a lot of photos in the future. In this way, half a century later, you can still know what you looked like when you were young."
In the conversation, Yang Tao heard a sense of vicissitudes of life. Fifty years is the so-called golden wedding! What her husband said made sense. Take more photos while you are young to avoid regrets when you get old.
It's just that she still can't stand it. It's so embarrassing to have a large photo of herself in a prominent position...
She ate four eggs as usual, together with the remaining part of the beef provided by the Ministry of Internal Affairs yesterday. "If I keep eating like this, I will become very fat. For the sake of my children, I endured it."
Yang Guo knew that he could eat four eggs, half a pound of beef, bread and potatoes every day. Compared with the past, this standard of food was several times the food for patients in the swamp.
"It's wonderful to have a happy life forever. No! Absolutely not! If I eat myself and become a fat pig, will he still love me?"
Thinking of this, the half-bitten fried beef was placed on the plate. Star Tao put down the simple chopsticks made of pine wood, "I'm full."
"Haha, you girl, you can't waste food. Let me eat the rest of the meat."
"don't want."
"Give it to me!" Yang Mingzhi pretended to be angry, but in exchange for Yang Tao's firm resistance.
"I know you have a bad temper. Think about it, meat is squeezed out of military rations. If you don't eat it, it's a waste. How can we waste food?"
"I'm already full. At worst, I'll leave it until noon or give it to Annie. Brother, am I still your wife? What kind of thing have you been doing these past few days? You insist on forcing me to eat more. That's enough. I
If you don’t exercise much, eating too much is a waste.”
"Then don't eat. Come on, you should exercise too. To be honest, I don't want you, a pregnant woman, to walk around on foot. You are stubborn. Let's go, let's go."
Yang Mingzhi greeted Annie and asked her to clean up the leftovers and save them for later.
He also summoned everyone in his name, selected Lieutenant Grishenko as his personal guard, and selected soldiers named Liashen and Ignat as his entourage.
He has a pistol in his waist, a coat wrapped around a military uniform full of medals, a forward hat on his head, small glasses on the bridge of his nose, and nearly three thousand rubles in his pocket. This is Yang Mingzhi's new weapon.
At first glance, he looks exactly like Uncle Mao.
Starfruit also dressed up in disguise, with her braids tied behind her head, a red scarf covering her head, and a Caucasian-style cashmere dome hat on top.
The guards who are members of the Ministry of Internal Affairs are dressed like ordinary people.
The five of them walked out of the house. Yang Mingzhi held his wife's hand, and soon turned onto the road and blended into the bustling crowd. They were no different from ordinary Moscow citizens, except
Only by taking off his coat can Yang Mingzhi's glory as a general be revealed.
Everyone walked into the bustling city on Komsomolskaya Street, but the so-called downtown looked like a chilly scene. The Moscow State Circus has moved, the Children's Theater has also moved, and the Moscow Children's Palace has also moved.
Already.
"This is a beautiful city. If there was no war, everything would be peaceful. Today would be a peaceful weekend." Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but shook his head with emotion.
He then asked his wife: "We have come a long way, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I used to be able to run for thirty kilometers on foot with my weapon, and the load was heavier than if I held my stomach full!"
Yang Mingzhi nodded: "Soon we will cross the Moskva River. Grishenko, where is the front?"
"It's Lenin Mountain (Sparrow Mountain in the Russian Federation). It's very prosperous after passing there. If you want, we can go all the way to Red Square."
"Let's go, let's go. The famous photo studio you mentioned is right ahead?"
"Absolutely true!"
Carambola's belly was swollen, and she knew that she had started her fifth month of pregnancy. According to the maid Anne, pregnant women's belly will get bigger quickly during this period. Soon, even many housework tasks will be difficult.
It became strenuous.
Thinking of this, she was really a little scared. She held her husband's arm today, which made up for the swaying in walking. I was afraid that on the National Day of the Soviet Union, she, a pregnant woman, would really have to stay in bed.
Pregnant!
Cherish the opportunity to go shopping!
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Since the outbreak of the war, the Soviet army has recruited more than 10 million soldiers. In addition to the front-line troops, there are also a large number of recruits in training camps in the rear, receiving training that may only last a month.
Reorganize into new troops and deliver them to the battlefield.
Most young people have the simplest sense of responsibility to join the army to protect their families and the country. So before joining the army, of course they have to go to a photo studio to preserve their glory forever. Because
Because, that is an explanation to myself, and if I sacrifice myself, I can leave it to my family in the form of a photo.
"Do you know where there is a good photo studio?" Yang Mingzhi asked the second lieutenant.
"I know, just follow me."
The ten guards assigned to Yang Mingzhi knew the roads leading to Moscow in all directions, even though the city was heavily camouflaged.
The second lieutenant led his commander to walk three kilometers just to find a state-owned photo studio called "Old Warrior".
It's just that Yang Mingzhi's arrival was a little unlucky. When he entered the photo studio, he had to wait with many young people and a group of older people.
"There are a lot of people!"
Looking at the appearance of the waiting people, the young boy may be just twenty years old, and the old women wearing coarse cloth headscarves may be the young people's mothers.
"General, look..."
"In this case, you call me Berekov!" Yang Mingzhi reiterated and continued to ask: "What is the situation here?"
"Before a mother sends her son off to war, he takes one more photo."
"Oh, it's so sad to sing. I feel a little sorry."
"What do you regret?"
There were some things that Yang Mingzhi really didn't want to say. He deliberately leaned into Second Lieutenant Grishenko's ear and whispered: "They don't know the horror of war yet. I'm sure that almost all of the new recruits recruited this year will
They all died on the battlefield."
"Really?!" The second lieutenant's eyes widened. Then, he looked at the other peers who were about to take photos, and his mood completely changed.
Yang Mingzhi did not answer, and stopped talking with a low expression.
He wanted not to talk, but someone was really bored and wanted to find someone to chat with to relieve his boredom. Thanks to his rare oriental face, Yang Mingzhi became the target of being chatted with again.
On the waiting bench, someone came over and nudged Yang Mingzhi: "Hey, comrade, are you a Bashkir?"
"What?"
"Are you from the Caucasus?"
I'm a Bashkir again. Why do you think I'm a Bashkir just because I have black hair and yellow skin?
It was really joyful to look at the inexperienced young man in front of me with such a cheerful look. But when he thought that if he was a soldier, the recruits in 194 would only have a % chance of surviving to the Victory Day, and he couldn't help but feel sad.
Yang Mingzhi simply made the mistake: "Yes, I used to live in Georgia and later moved to Moscow."
"Oh! No wonder you have an accent. My name is Nikolay Ilyich Lechkanov. I am twenty-three years old. I used to work in a food processing factory. Soon, I will become a glorious Soviet worker and peasant Red Army member.
A member of the Communist Party of China! I will work hard with other comrades to drive out the invaders."
Yang Mingzhi has seen too many young people like this. They speak impassionedly, and often go to the battlefield without being timid at all. But because they are too brave, they often sacrifice themselves on the first line.
A battle. No matter how you sing, it can only build a sense of tragedy and encourage others to turn grief into strength. For them, when they die, everything is over.
Yang Mingzhi casually made up Ivan's identity because he had experienced many battles and had seen too much. Now he was only thirty years old, and the city was almost forty years old.
His calmness and the inherent modesty and restraint of the Chinese people seemed to the young would-be recruit Rechkanov to be a sign of dullness.
Lechkanov noticed that this introverted comrade was holding a young lesbian on his arm, and it seemed that the lesbian was pregnant. This situation really touched his innocent young mind.
people.
Yang Mingzhi is not introverted and dull. Since there is an enthusiastic young man in the booth, it is okay to chat more. He never reveals his identity, and through his eyes, he orders to remain silent at all times.
The three vigilant guards need not be too vigilant.
All the people waiting are sitting on the benches in the waiting room. Everyone is actually queuing up, so everyone's position is constantly moving until they reach the door of the photo studio.
"Haha! Ivan, I'm very happy to chat with you. I hope we go to the battlefield and make contributions to our great motherland!"
Having said that, the young Rechkanov opened the curtain of the photo studio. After passing the curtain, he seemed to be welcoming a new life, and the young worker became a young warrior.
Through a brief conversation, Yang Mingzhi knew that this young man had a girl he liked. When he got the developed photos, he would just like the girl conveying his love and using his black and white photo as a token of love.
"You are really a romantic person! I hope you are lucky."
After waiting for a while, the young man came out with a smile. Then it was Yang Mingzhi's turn and he pulled his wife into the photography studio.
This is a small room with plenty of light, and the light is concentrated on a large red cloth.
Four meters away from the red cloth was an old-fashioned camera. Looking at its appearance, Yang Mingzhi simply felt that it was a leftover material from the Tsarist Russia era.
"Comrade, and that lesbian, are you husband and wife?" the cameraman asked.
"Yes." Yang Mingzhi replied simply.
"Well, the people who came to take pictures today are all new recruits who are about to join the army, and you must be the same. I admire you very much. Judging from your faces, you two are from the east, Siberia, maybe later.
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"Haha, just think of us as Bashkirs."
"It doesn't matter." The cameraman shrugged, "We are the best photo studio in Moscow. No matter where you come from, we will provide you with all kinds of props and costumes, and we will take pictures of your most handsome military appearance.