Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 33 Bribery
"You know, there are German eagles hanging everywhere, which is of course the Nazi symbol, and the German slogans that Schittler said...about bravery, about honor and stuff like that.

They have various parades.While I was trying to persuade them not to provoke Vaniechka, they were marching on the platform singing about the grandeur of the soul and the contempt for death.

But, you know German as if it was created especially for these words.I can speak a little German, you see...here, somewhere I memorized a few words..." The old man paused.

He took out a dirty notebook from his inner pocket and said, "Wait a minute, do you mind shining a light on me... Where is it? Ah, here!"

In the dim light, Su Mengfan saw some crooked Latin letters, carefully wrote them down on a page of the notebook, and even circled them with curved lines:

DU stirbst.Besitz stirbt.
Die Sippen sterben.
Der eunzig lebt-wir wissen es.
Der Toten Tatenruhm.
Su Mengfan also knows the Latin alphabet, he has seen it in the laboratory.

He looked at the words behind the old man, and took a picture with the flashlight, but he still didn't understand anything.

"What is this?" he asked, and helped Mikhail put the notebook into his pocket again. Vaniechka stood where he was, yelling unhappily, and Su Mengfan tried hard to make him move on.

"It's a poem," replied the old man, looking a little annoyed.

"It's to commemorate those who died in the war. I'm not going to translate it, but this—poem roughly means: You will die, everyone close to you will die, everything that belongs to you will disappear, but one will Recited for thousands of years, it is a glorious sacrifice in battle.

It doesn't make sense at all in Russian, does it?But when you say it in German, it sounds very impressive.

Der Toten Tatenruhm!

It sounds like it will give you chills.Um, yes..." He paused, embarrassed by his agitation.

They walked for a while in silence, and they were probably the last to walk in the tunnel.

Su Mengfan thought it was silly for the old man to stop to recite poetry when he didn't even know what happened afterwards, and was also very angry.

Even so, he couldn't help reading the last few lines of the poem.

When Mikhail Porfilevich finally broke the silence again, Su Mengfan was very happy.

"Is it possible that you are going to the same place as us? Or are you going to Pushkin Station? Are you planning to get out from there?

I mean out this way.I really don't recommend that, Alcorn.You can't imagine what happened there.

Maybe you could come with us to Ballycanaya Station, I'd be happy to talk to you on the way! "

Su Mengfan nodded slightly and muttered something. He could not mention the purpose of this trip to the person he met for the first time, even if it was a harmless old man.

Mikhail Porfilevitch was silent, having no answer.

They walked in silence for some time.It sounded quiet behind them, and Su Mengfan finally relaxed.

In the distance, a little light flickered. It was very weak at first, but became brighter and brighter. It seemed that they were approaching Smogli Station.

Su Mengfan didn't know the local rules, so he decided to hide the weapon.He wrapped the gun in his vest and stuffed it in the bottom of his schoolbag.

Smalley Station is a manned station with a checkpoint in the middle of the road about 50 meters from the entrance.

The only checkpoint has a searchlight, but it's now turned off because it's not needed.

There was also a machine gun spot at the checkpoint, the machine gun was covered, and sitting next to it was a fat man in a battered green uniform, eating porridge from a battered military bowl.

Two other men in the same uniform, with clumsy army machine guns slung over their shoulders, were checking the papers of people coming out of the tunnel.

There was a small group of people in front of them, those who had escaped from the subway station that had been attacked by the "black-faced men" and surpassed Su Mengfan.

For he was walking slowly with Mikhail Porfilevitch and Vanitchka.

The guards were slowly and reluctantly letting him go.

There was one guy who was denied clearance, and he sat there disappointed, not knowing what to do, trying to approach the checkpoint every now and then, each time the guards pushed him away to call the next guy over.

Everyone was searched thoroughly, and they witnessed a man being kicked out of the team after an undeclared Makarov pistol was found. He tried to argue with the guard patrol, but they He tied them up and took them away.

Su Mengfan was very anxious, feeling that some trouble was about to happen.

Mikhail Porfilevich looked at him strangely, Su Mengfan told him in a low voice that he had a gun, but the old man just nodded and told him not to worry.

Su Mengfan didn't trust him, but she was curious about how he planned to solve this matter.The old man just smiled mysteriously.

When it was their turn, the border guard tore the lining of a 50-year-old woman's coat. The woman was blaming them, saying how could there be such rough people as them.

Su Mengfan agreed with her, but he decided not to speak out.

The guard rummaged around, found a few hand grenades in her soiled underwear, and whistled with satisfaction, demanding an explanation from the woman.

Su Mengfan felt that she must tell a touching story, such as her grandson is a welder and he needs these tools for welding, or she picked up these things on the road and was about to hand them over to the authorities - and this kind of thing really Happened too.

However, the woman took a few steps back, cursed, rushed back into the tunnel, and hurriedly hid in the darkness.

The Heavy set aside his bowl of food and picked up his gear, but one of the older guards stopped him with a gesture, and the fat man sighed and went back to his porridge.

Mikhail Porfilevich prepared his passport and took a step forward.

The older guard had just opened the bag of the seemingly harmless woman without hesitation, but now, surprisingly, he only glanced quickly at the old man's notebook and paid no attention to Vaniechka at all. , as if he wasn't there.

It was Su Mengfan's turn, and he handed over the prepared documents to a thin bearded guard, who carefully looked at each page of the documents, and took a photo on the seal with a telegraph for a long time.

The frontier guard checked Su Mengfan's appearance and photos no less than five times, expressing his suspicion. Su Mengfan smiled kindly, acting innocent.

"Why is your passport a Soviet model?" The guard didn't know what else to pick out, so he asked Su Mengfan this boring question seriously.

"When I was young, our government filled out the first form they could find for me." Su Mengfan gave a random reason.

"This is completely against the rules." The guard frowned, "Open your backpack."

Su Mengfan thought that if he found the gun, he would have to run back, or they would confiscate the gun.He wiped the sweat from his brow.

Mikhail Porfilevich approached the guard and whispered: "Konstantin Alexey, this young man is my friend. He is a very decent young man, I can assure you."

The guard opened Su Mengfan's bag and put his hand inside.Su Mengfan felt cold all over, but the guard just said coldly, "Five."

Su Mengfan was trying to figure out what he meant when the old man took out a handful of coins from his pocket, counted out five, and put them in the half-open bag on the guard's belt.

However, Konstantin Alexey's hand continued to fumble in Su Mengfan's schoolbag, and it was obvious that the matter was exposed, because a meaningful expression suddenly appeared on his face.

Su Mengfan's heart seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, and he closed his eyes.

"Fifteen." The guard said expressionlessly again.

Su Mengfan understood this time. He nodded quickly, counted out ten more and put them in the guard's pocket.

The guard didn't move any muscles on his face, he just took a step to the side, and the door to Smogley Station was opened to Su Mengfan. With admiration for the guard's restraint, Su Mengfan walked forward.

Su Mengfan spent the next 15 minutes arguing with Mikhail Porfilevich, who stubbornly refused to take back five coins from Su Mengfan, saying that he owed Su Mengfan more than that.

Smogli Station is no different from the other stations Su Mengfan has seen along the way. The walls here have the same marble and the floors have the same granite, but the arches here are very high, giving people a very spacious feeling.

The most surprising thing is that every track is full of trains. These cars are very long and huge, almost occupying all the space in the station.

The light in the window shined through the curtains of various colors, illuminating the surroundings. The car doors were all open... Su Mengfan had never seen such a scene.

His memories of trains whizzing by with their big bright windows are still in his childhood, almost half-erased.

Childhood memories are very scattered and short, just like the memories of the past:
As long as he tries to remember certain details and pay attention to some small things, the real impression will disappear from his mind immediately, just like water flowing from his fingers, leaving nothing...

When he grew up, he had only seen the trains stranded at the Rizskaya station, Gomes city station and some carriages of the Prospect-Mir space station.

Su Mengfan froze there, watching the train with fascination, counting the carriages one by one. Finally, the farther carriages disappeared into the smoke at the red-lined entrance on the other side of the platform.

There hung a red cotton banner under the ceiling, illuminated by lights in the darkness.

Below the banner stood two machine gunners, wearing the same green uniform and berets, and because of the distance they looked small, like two toy soldiers.

When Su Mengfan lived with his mother, he had three toy soldiers dressed like them:

One was the commander, with a pistol drawn from its holster, and he was shouting something over his shoulder—possibly ordering his men to join him in battle.The other two stood up straight, holding machine guns.

These toy soldiers might not be the same set to play with: the commander is preparing to go into battle, shouting heroically, while the other two stand where they are, like the guards at the red line, not ready to fight.

He remembered these toy soldiers so clearly, but he couldn't remember his mother's face...

Smalley Station is relatively orderly.

The light here, like the VDNKh station, comes from emergency lights mounted in mysterious metal shelves on the ceiling, which may have originally been used in the lighting system.

There is nothing conspicuous about this station other than the trains.

"I often hear that there are many beautiful places on the subway line, but I see the same everywhere." Su Mengfan told Mikhail Porfilevich his disappointment.

"Come on, young man! There are indeed so beautiful places that you won't believe it. The Communist Youth League Station on the No. 5 subway circle line is a real palace!" The old man tried to convince him excitedly.

"There's a huge sign on the ceiling with a portrait of Lenin on it and a couple of other pieces of crap, it's real... oh, what am I talking about?"

He stopped and whispered to Su Mengfan, "This station is full of secret agents. They come from Moscow Metro Line 1, that is to say, the red line. I like to call things by their old names... so you have to be quiet here .

The local government appears to be independent, but they don't want to argue with the Red Army, so if the Red Army asks to hand you over, you will be handed over, or even murdered. "

He said softly, carefully, looking around, "Come on, let's find a place to rest. Seriously, I'm so tired. I think you can barely stand up. We'll spend the night here let's go."

Su Mengfan nodded.He had indeed endured too much pressure this day, and rest was absolutely necessary.

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