East Berlin's June Boat Song

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After eating smoked sausage five times, the door opened and I realized it was five days later.

When he walked in with his hands behind his back, I was lying on the bed in a daze, bored, with one hand behind my head and the other in my trousers, stroking my limp thing, staring blankly at the ceiling.

If this continues, I may not be able to do that.

One meal a day, without seeing the light, trapped in a small space, touching and fantasizing for a long time, but it didn't harden at all.

I lost all feeling, eating tasted like nothing, and my physiological needs were completely lost.

At the moment he walked in, I turned my head to look at him lazily, and when my eyes fell on his beautiful waistline like a violin, my heart beat twice unexpectedly, and a warm current rushed down instantly , I actually fucking feel something.

I think I'm really crazy...

He didn't pay any attention to my obscenity, just stood by the table and asked, "Have you finished reading?"

I pulled my hand out of my trousers, wiped my body, and rubbed my ears and eyes, making him frown.

"I haven't finished watching."

His voice became cold: "Why didn't you finish watching?"

I sat up for a while, and said angrily: "Damn! Who do you think I am? Since you can catch me here, you should have done a basic investigation on me. I didn't go to school after the war. I An uneducated hooligan! Do you understand? Major General Azrael!"

Facing my excitement, he was as calm as a lake without waves, and his green eyes were emotionless.

"So what?" He took a step forward: "Are you trying to say that you can't read, or can't read?"

I couldn't be bothered to talk to him, I lay down on my back as if angry, wrapped myself in the quilt, and murmured to him with my back: "If you want to kill, you can cut whatever you want, don't play any crooked tricks!"

"Really?" I heard him sneer, and then approached, he seemed to be standing beside me.

Immediately, there was a snap, the sound of the gun holster opening.

Alright, Major General Azrael, can you finally hold back?

I clenched my teeth, trying not to make the chatter of my teeth too obvious.Then, I felt a cold hardness against my temple.

I closed my eyes, and thought to myself that it was just a matter of a moment, don't be afraid of Rhine, be a man!

1 minute seems to be as long as a century, and the hardness rests quietly on my head without any movement.

Just when I started to get angry at whether this person was playing with me again, I was pulled out of the quilt by a strong force, fell heavily to the ground, and slapped me on the face with a slap. Before I could react, he dragged me to the chair beside the table.

"read."

He was half leaning against the table, pointing a gun at me.

God, what kind of nightmare is this, I was forced to read with a gun pointed at my head!This is too fucking ridiculous!

Nightmare, nightmare, this is definitely a nightmare.

However, that knife-like gaze stabbed me fiercely, and the burning pain on my face made me realize that this was just an inexplicable reality.

I sobbed, stretched out my hand and spread the book.

"Read it."

*"Fake...if...if life...deceived...you,*

*no, don't be sad, don't be impatient,*

*gloomy, blue days need calm,*

*Believe it, happy days are coming..."*

What the hell is this poem?Was it written just for me?

My tears were pattering in the book, and I was reading in fits and starts, but he seemed patient.

"Continue, finish reading."

*"My heart is always yearning for the future,*

* Now it is often melancholy. *

*All is fleeting, all shall pass,*

*And that which has passed will become a kind memory. "*

I finished reading it in one breath, and then looked at him with tears in my eyes. He seemed to be holding back a smile, and the brimming smile was about to trickle out of his green eyes.

"Is it really all going to pass?" I asked nonchalantly.

He tilted his head slightly, showing an elegant and firm jawline, his green eyes slightly drooping, and his eyes enveloped me like a veil.

"Everything will pass." He put away his gun and stood up straight, his voice was as gentle as a boat song in June: "As long as you are obedient, study hard."

So in the next three days, I finished reading Pushkin's poetry collection.He came again later, and after getting a satisfactory reply, he asked me to read a poem for him again, and then gave me a thicker book.

Dostoevsky's "Crime and Punishment", in German, is ridiculously thick.

His order to me was to read it within a week.

I took the opportunity to make a request to him, asking if he could have an extra meal.

"I'm a young man!" I covered my stomach and said aggrievedly, "I'm always hungry."

He raised his eyebrows slightly and said softly, "Okay."

So one meal a day became two meals a day, and in addition to the smoked sausage, I added a small section of grilled fish and a few slices of olive greens.

After taking it for a few days, my body gradually improved and my libido returned miraculously.That's right, it must be because I don't have enough to eat. How can I not be able to do it at a young age?So after solving the first round, I started to read "Crime and Punishment". Although the names of the people in this book were about to make me dizzy, and I felt that I might suffer from epilepsy at any time, I still read it with relish.

There was nothing to do anyway, and novels were much easier than poetry.

A week has passed, "Crime and Punishment" is over, and then there are books written by various Russians, such as "War and Peace", "Dead Souls", "The Imperial Envoy", "The Captain's Daughter", "Anna Karenina"...

I have read both the ones I have heard and the ones I have never heard of. As time goes by, I get used to the days of being accompanied by books.During the period, I was sedated several times, and the hygiene situation was properly handled each time.Later, it seemed that I had almost forgotten that I was still in prison.

Perhaps, I just instinctively pushed some thoughts out, just want to focus on the moment in front of me.

One day, I don't know how long it has passed, I just know that the temperature has become very cold and the summer is over.Wrapped in the newly delivered cotton-padded prison uniform, I sat at the desk closing the newly finished "My Past and Thoughts" and took a deep breath when the cell door opened and he walked in.

"What's new?" I asked.

He said in a shallow voice, "There are no new ones."

I was dumbfounded, thinking is it time?My expression became ugly and I lowered my head.

He came over, leaned over and stretched out his hand, gently pinched my chin with his thumb and forefinger, forcing me to lift up to meet him.I actually don't like this position very much, it always makes me feel like a humble woman, but I know I can't resist it, and I can't resist it.

"You've been very obedient recently." He spoke softly, with hazy emotions in his green eyes: "Everything is over."

I opened my eyes wide, trying to figure out the meaning of this sentence.

"I was released?"

"Ah."

His soft "hmm" without hesitation was like a sound of heaven, like a revelation of freedom. I was so shocked that I couldn't speak, and after I was surprised, I wrapped it around without thinking. his waist.

"Thank you, Julian!"

I don't know why, I suddenly called out his name, I hugged him tightly, and pressed my cheek against his abdomen.God!To know how dangerous this position is, his Tokarev pistol is right next to my face, and I can see that his hand has already grasped the handle of the gun vigilantly.

I suddenly realized my transgressive behavior, Rhine, you can't lose the chain at the critical moment!

So I quickly let go of him, and apologized with a good face: "I'm sorry, General Azrael, I didn't do it on purpose, please don't take it to heart."

With a half-smile, he dropped his hand from the gun.

"Sorry for what?"

I sniffed, lowered my head and said, "It's just... I just, suddenly, hugged you."

He sneered: "This is what you want to apologize for?"

I nodded honestly, and then saw disbelief in his eyes.

"Rhein, I still have a gunshot wound from you on my left arm. If you want to apologize, it should be for this."

He dropped this sentence, and then went straight to the prison door: "Besides, getting out of here does not mean that you have completely recovered your freedom. Someone will explain the situation to you in detail later."

So after three full months in prison, I was taken to a sunny place.I took off the blindfold on my eyes, and the cold sunlight made my eyes hurt. After finally my vision cleared up, I looked around and found myself in Karlshorst.

That's right, if you are imprisoned, you must be in this place.It's just that I don't know the specific location, and I don't want to know.

I found myself sitting on a white-painted bench under an oak tree, and beside me was a young military woman in uniform.Graceful figure, curly blond hair like golden waves, she was looking to the other side, showing me her slender neck as delicate as lactose, for a moment I thought of my dear sister Lilith.

She held a lady's cigarette between her white fingers, and when she saw that I was recovering, she turned around gracefully and extended her hand to me kindly: "Hello, Mr. Muller, I'm Sonia Dugne Captain Chika, General Azrael's secretary."

I gently held her soft and boneless hand, and said in a daze, "Hello, Captain."

She smiled, and looked at me with bright brown eyes: "I heard that you saved the life of a general in Romania. I have always been curious. Why did you want his life this time?"

It's a long story, but I don't want to mention those things.Rhine, who regained her freedom, decided to forget everything and start over.

Seeing that I was silent, she took a drag on her cigarette and pointed to a courtyard across the road.Rows of sycamores are planted behind the carved iron railings, and a white three-story building is hidden behind the jagged tree trunks.Looking at the slightly mottled walls, I know that this building is old, and it should have been left before the war.

After all, Karlshorst has been full of rich people since the old days, and it was here that the Empire signed its unconditional surrender in 1945.

"Now it is the general's residence in East Germany. From this week on, you will come here to work every weekend."

I said, "Go to work? What are you doing?"

"Do the cleaning."

I groaned again: "Do you want me to be a servant?"

Sonia poked my head: "East Germany is a socialist country, you little bourgeois, raise your awareness."

"I... I don't quite understand."

Sonia sighed helplessly, stubbed out the cigarette, lifted the shirt collar under my cotton coat, and said softly: "Mr. Great working class, not exploiting you, you know?"

"In a socialist country, no one is a servant, everyone is equal."

I half understood: "Then I and General Azrael are also equal?"

Sonia opened her beautiful eyes wide and burst out laughing. She stood up and patted me on the shoulder: "Okay little Rhine, you can find out whether you are equal or not. I will drive you off in person in a while." go out."

I think I'm really stupid, but in fact, there is a question that has been lingering in my heart. Seeing Sonia is kind and pleasant, I still plan to ask it before I leave.

"Captain Dunecka?"

"Just call me Sonia." Sonia turned the steering wheel, and the military jeep slowly drove out of Karlshorst.

"Well, Sonia, who is that...General Azrael? Oh, I mean, is he from the Military Control Commission?"

I saw Sonia's eyes widen in surprise, as if a basin of cold water had been poured down, and I wondered if I had asked some questions that I shouldn't have asked.

Unexpectedly, Sonia just shook her head and said: "I really don't know how you survived in East Berlin, Rhine, but if you pay attention to the current situation and read a few current political newspapers, you should be right about 'Julian A The name Zrel' has been heard."

"Not only does he belong to the Military Control Commission, but the entire Military Control Commission belongs to him. My dear, he is the commander-in-chief of the Soviet Army stationed in Germany, the supreme commander."

boom!On a sunny day, why did I hear a loud thunderbolt.

I forgot how I left Karlshorst. I returned to the familiar neighborhood and walked up to the fifth floor in a daze. After opening the door, I was hugged by Allen.

"I thought you were dead!" Allen was crying, hugging and kissing me.I pursed my pale lips and hugged him.

"Alan...you're right, I should read the newspaper more..."

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PS: Historically, the last Supreme Commander of the Military Control Commission at this time was Vasily Danirovich Sokolovsky (the successor of Marshal Zhukov). Since the commander-in-chief of the Soviet Army in Germany has been changing, I will not explain more , which has been set as Julian in this article.I would like to explain that this story has real history and real characters, and there are also appropriate adaptations of real history and characters, especially in terms of characters, but the general environment will be written according to historical facts.

In addition, the "Military Control Commission" refers to the Soviet Union's military control committee for Germany. On October 1949, 10, the Soviet Union announced the abolition of the military government in the Soviet-occupied area of ​​Germany, and its administrative functions were transferred to the newly established government of the German Democratic Republic. The control committee headed by the commander-in-chief of the Soviet army performed the above-mentioned supervisory functions.

In short, the Soviet military control committee supervised the East German government and controlled East Germany to a certain extent.