East Berlin's June Boat Song

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After Alan checked my body, he came to the conclusion that I was healthy except for malnutrition.

"Do you know that I'm scared to death by you?" Allen said angrily after feeding me a few vitamins: "The newspaper published the news that General Azrael, the commander-in-chief of the Soviet Army, was assassinated. Can't think that would be something you did, God! I really want to give you a new look at Rhine, is that Slavic beauty the commander-in-chief?"

"You don't know him?"

"I don't recognize his face, dear, he is a new, low-key big shot."

"Have the Soviets been here?" I asked.

Allen rolled his eyes: "Of course, a group of heavily armed soldiers turned this place upside down, and scared me to death. Before leaving, they threatened me that if I spoke out, I would die."

I hugged him: "I'm sorry, Alan."

Allen sighed: "Under the Iron Curtain, everyone is in danger. You did this kind of thing without carefully considering the consequences."

I have heard of the term "Iron Curtain". I remember that this term was very popular in 47. It was said that the Western world led by the United Kingdom satirized and accused the social camp headed by the Soviet Union. What kind of doctrine was adopted, which officially opened the prelude to the Cold War.

"The Truman Doctrine." Seeing me chanting, Allen said: "President Truman, in his message to Congress on aiding Greece and Turkey in March 1947, proposed "containing communism" as a national political ideology and foreign policy. guiding ideology."

He glanced at me who was ignorant, and continued: "But we can only say this kind of thing at home, do you understand?"

I nodded.

Allen put away the medicine, became silent, seemed to hesitate to speak, and then he stared at me calmly: "Rhein, but the newspaper said that the shooter has been executed."

I opened my eyes wide: "What are you talking about! How is this possible? Am I still fine?"

As soon as I finished speaking, my mind buzzed, as if I had hit an iceberg head-on.

At this moment, the door of my apartment was knocked open, and a figure rushed towards me, hitting my face hard with a fist.I fell on the sofa with a salty taste in my mouth, my collar was pulled up, and an angry and distorted face occupied all my vision.

"Andy..."

The boy next to Misha, the blond boy Andy, pulled my collar, eyes were red, hot tears and fists mercilessly hit me, his gnashing of hatred made my mind go blank at this moment.

I lost my strength for a moment, unable to resist.

Allen turned pale from the sudden accident, and hurriedly pulled Andy away: "Andy! He is very weak now and cannot stand the beating!"

"It's all your fault! It's all your fault! Our boss was arrested, damn it! It's all your fault!" Andy was hugged by Allen, crying and kicking and scratching, wishing he could eat me.

I struggled to stand up and grabbed him, shouting and asking, "What's wrong with Misha?!"

"What do you think happened to him?!" Andy broke free from Allen, and threw me down again: "Do you think they can't find out where your gun came from?"

I opened my mouth and burst into tears.

"I'm going to find Misha, my Misha, Misha!"

I cried and yelled, and ran outside. After Allen pressed Andy, he ran over and pulled me: "Rhein, you are crazy! Where are you going to find him? Do you know where he is?"

Alan leaned over my shoulder, pressed me against the door, and said with red eyes: "It was said in the newspaper that the shooter has been, been..."

"Executed."

I let out a hoarse growl from my throat, and then my eyes went dark.

When I woke up again, the dim light of the sunset came in through the window and fell on Allen's back, blurring his figure. Although I couldn't see his face clearly, I felt that he was very gentle at the moment, so gentle that I wanted to drill into him. Cry into his arms.

I fancied that I was having a dream, but the warmth and comfort that Alan gave me as he stroked my back forced me to face the reality that I had made an irreparable mistake.

I sobbed in his arms, crying uncontrollably, and my dear friend held me all night, and kept wiping away my tears.I don't remember when I fell asleep, until I woke up the next day, I was still lying in Alan's arms.

Seeing that I was awake, he took out some medicine and warm water.

"Little Rhine, take some medicine."

I swallowed the pill numbly, pulled him and slid into his arms, how despicable I was, trying to forget the loss of another friend in the arms of the friend in front of me.

Allen stroked my head lightly, but I still showed no signs of getting better, and my physical condition deteriorated rapidly. Until the third day, Allen said that I couldn't let me go down like this anymore.

"Misha will also be sad when he sees it," he said.

He put on my coat and scarf and helped me downstairs.

"Honey, you need some fresh air."

The cold air was choking my lungs, and I stood in the street with tears in my eyes.

In every corner of this block, Misha and I can be seen frolicking. We leaned against the gray-yellow wall to smoke, squatted under the arched stone gate, and made silly jokes. The street lamps painted with black paint were smashed by us with stones. After a few.The linden tree that I used to climb together when I was a child turned golden in winter, and its leaves fell to the ground.

I looked at Lilith's mansion that had already changed hands. On the gravel road, Misha and I fought for Lilith, and our legs were always scratched by stones.We would sit on the gray concrete steps, leaning against the metal railing, stroking the tulips she planted boredly, waiting for her to come home.

Three people, am I the only one left now...

Here, am I the only one left?

Allen hugged me: "Let's go, Rhine, go in the other direction."

He helped me out of the block to the campus of Humboldt University, and suddenly my consciousness drifted back to the days after I was five years old.At that time, my mother was just as distraught as I was walking on this beautiful campus, but I was not as hysterical as she was, catching someone who looked like a professor and begging them to give her back her husband.

And my Misha, who can I beg to give it back to me?

Allen asked me to sit on a bench, gathered up the scarf for me, and said, "Hey, wait for me here, I'll buy two sandwiches, you should replenish your strength."

I nodded, actually having no appetite.

I sat sluggishly on the bench, my mind was in a mess, I thought I might have done too many bad things, and the Lord wanted to punish me.

People who are inherently bad do bad things because they are, and people who are good by nature do bad things even more unforgivably because they do it on purpose.

I wept silently, my nose was completely blocked, and it hurt from the cold wind. Suddenly, I noticed a figure standing not far from me.

He looked at me calmly, with a puzzled look on his slightly frowned brows.

A dark gray coat, delicate gold-rimmed glasses, and an elegant bowler hat.With a slender and tall figure and a gentle and handsome face, I remembered him in an instant.

He looks at me, I look at him.

I cried again, stood up tremblingly, and walked towards him: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I shouldn't hit you that day, I hurt the professor, I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

I cried so sadly, grabbed his sleeve and coughed violently, I think my tearful look must have made him a little at a loss.However, he just took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to me in a very gentlemanly manner: "Don't cry, the professor is fine."

I took the handkerchief to wipe away my tears, and the faint smell of the ocean poured into my nostrils. The silk was delicate and smooth, as if Lilith was soothing me with her hands.

I looked up at this gentle man, showed a bleak smile, and shook his hand: "Forgive me, please?"

His brown pupils widened slightly, and then he smiled slightly: "You have to apologize to the professor yourself."

I nodded, completely forgetting how incomprehensible and strange my behavior was at this moment.I just felt a pain in my stomach, very uncomfortable, and my head started to feel dizzy, and then with a wow, I spit out a stream of acidic water, and I fell forward two steps, and he hurriedly supported me.

"I think you need treatment, sir."

"No need." I turned around and grabbed him tightly: "Take me to apologize to the professor, I want to repent, sir, I have done too many bad things, I shouldn't have broken Mrs. Anderson's potted plant, I didn't hurt you Professor, I shouldn't have maimed the three Karl brothers, let alone..."

I rested my head on his arm, not realizing that I had made the same mistake as my mother: "Shouldn't have taken some bloody revenge, oh! Sir, please, take me to apologize to the professor, I was wrong... Please give Misha back to me...give it back..."

I was suddenly out of breath, my eyes went dark, and my legs went limp instantly.

"You are really weird."

When I woke up again, I found myself sleeping on a soft hospital bed, and a man was sitting next to me. He was wearing a white coat and was adjusting the medicine.

"When I met you twice, you were always apologizing." He smiled softly, "But what are you always apologizing for?"

He pushed the syringe, and a small stream of liquid medicine gushed out of the syringe.

"Intramuscular injections are a bit painful, but they will make you better faster."

He stood up, lifted my quilt, then turned me over, took off half of my pants, aimed at my buttocks and tied them down.A set of movements flowed smoothly, and I didn't even react.

The pain made me wake up instantly, where is this?Who is this person?

"Ah!" I screamed, pulled up my pants and shrank back, covered my buttocks and opened my eyes wide: "Who are you?"

He squinted his eyes and smiled, put down the syringe in his hand, and held out his hand to me: "I am Dr. Sasha Kopatsky, and you are in my clinic right now."

I shook hands with him dumbly, his palms were warm and reassuring, just like his eyes, looking at me as gently as the Virgin Mary.Kindness and compassion are overflowing from his eyes, I think this is probably because he is a doctor.

I turned my head and looked out the window. The Gussamank Church was bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the elegant spiers exuded the shining light from the baptism of the Son Jesus.The whole area of ​​Prenzlauer Berg is covered in a dense golden color, children are playing and laughing, the elderly are supporting each other for a walk, and under the shade of the trees, young people are secretly kissing.

Everything seemed so peaceful, too beautiful to be true.

"What about you?" His clear voice sounded like water again: "It's only polite to introduce yourself after listening to other people's introductions."

I turned to look at him: "I, I am Rhine Muller."

"One……"

I was stunned, I didn't have any occupation to introduce.

I'm just Rhine Müller, an ordinary sad young man who has lost his best friend.

"Rhine, reminds me of that beautiful river. Just like your eyes, the gray-blue Rhine under the night." He smiled and reached out to caress my back: "You are a kind child, right? A good kid always apologizes."

I opened my mouth, speechless.

He stood up and said: "Take a good rest, you will get better soon, please trust my medical skills."

"Um……"

His expression is so convincing, the golden rim of the elegant glasses is full of shattered light, and the brown pupils seem to be more dazzling than diamonds, because there is tenderness in them——

It is a convincing gentleness that makes people helpless, as long as they take a look at you, all that awaits you is indulgence and sinking.

The orange twilight came in through the glass window and hit his handsome and flawless face, making him blend into the background of the ward just right, like a warm-toned oil painting by Sisley.

This is my first fond memory of Sasha.

Sasha in white clothes in the twilight, Sasha is deeply in my heart all my life.

Feeling sleepy, I slowly closed my eyes under his gaze.