East Berlin's June Boat Song

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So I started working as a nurse at the Sasha Clinic from Monday to Friday and as a cleaner at the white mansion in Karlshorst on weekends.

I am a great working people, I think there should be no one who loves working more than me all year round.

Whether it is in the clinic or in the general's mansion, I work very seriously and hard. It is my dream to dedicate myself to the medical career, and being a cleaner allows me to get news from Misha.

I remember that when I was doing salary settlement for a month, Julian came down from the second floor and said "Your friend is still alive" when I passed by me. I was so excited that I was about to faint .East Berlin in December has never been so bright in my eyes. I almost hugged his leg and thanked him a thousand times.

When I got home, I told Alan that Misha was still alive, and Alan thought I was dreaming.

"General Azrael said it himself!" I hugged him and jumped up and down: "It's absolutely true!"

Allen frowned and shook his head puzzled: "Since when did the Soviets become so benevolent?"

I shrugged. "Maybe he's just kinder."

Allen poked me with a smile: "Then who used to attack people with a gun..." His eyes rolled around, showing an inexplicable smile, and said: "Little Rhine, maybe he really likes you .”

"Maybe he is grateful that I helped him once."

I pleaded, because I couldn't think of any other reason than that.But when I think of Ron who died under his gun, my heart starts to ache again.

People's emotions are always too complicated. I thought I hated him, but I was grateful to him during this time. I thought I didn't hate him, but as long as I think of the memories of the Romanian battlefield, I still break out in cold sweat.

While working in Sasha's clinic, I was a little distracted by this mood.

"You should have some anisette," Matron Catherine said to me. "You look very pale. You have indigestion."

I gave her a wretched smile, Sasha is not in the clinic today, she is taking me to work.She is a beautiful and elegant woman, German, who seems to be Sasha's age, with straight red hair, warm but reserved, pale skin with freckles, reminds me of the field hospital many years ago Charlotte.

German women always have some freckles on their face, which makes them look sexy.

I asked her, "Miss Catherine, is there anyone you hate and are grateful for?"

Catherine turned her head slightly, revealing her slender neck: "Can I say it's Sasha?"

Her eyes were bent when she smiled, and her curled eyelashes were like outstretched butterfly wings.Seeing my confused face, she whispered in my ear: "I am grateful that he gave me this job, but I hate him for not accepting my love."

I widened my eyes, thinking that I knew a terrible secret.

I twitched the corners of my mouth and said complimentingly: "You are so beautiful, he is just too shy to express his love."

Catherine shrugged: "Who knows? Maybe he doesn't like women at all. Maybe..."

She looked at me: "He likes men."

I was dumbfounded. At this moment, Sasha, who was out, suddenly came back to the clinic. He opened the door and walked straight to Catherine. He gently put his arms around her waist, and his smile was so gentle that he said, "My dear Catherine, you will be terrified." Our Little Rhine."

After speaking, he cupped Catherine's face affectionately and kissed her, whispering, "I don't think you are a man."

Catherine's pale cheeks flushed and her blue eyes widened before Sasha's next kiss.I stood beside me at a loss. Catherine, who was immersed in Sasha's gentleness, was getting short of breath and didn't forget to push me away. I wisely walked out of the nurse's office and closed the door behind me.

I don't know why, but I feel a little weird.Seeing Sasha holding Catherine's face, those slender white hands that can pick up a scalpel to save lives and heal the wounded, hands that are so warm that they can comfort everything, for a moment I actually wished that it was my face that he held.

I was taken aback by the thought.

Sasha is a man!I punched myself in the chest several times, trying to regain my senses.But looking back at the closed door, I felt depressed again.

During the weekend in Karlshorst, all I could think about was Sasha and Catherine kissing.Seeing that I was always in a trance, Sonia smiled and said to Ansolov that Little Rhine was in love.

"He was the kind of age who was sad for girls," Ansoloff said. "I was the same when I was young."

I squatted in the yard with a broom and propped my head up in a daze, looking at the blue sky over East Berlin, the plane trees whose leaves were about to fall, and the gray pigeons that often circled the sky, my heart drifted to the grid. Under the Samank Church.

How did he make my dream come true so easily?

He must be an angel sent by the Lord...

Oh Sasha, my angel...

I narrowed my eyes, and my expression became confused.Sasha's gentle face in the twilight lingers in my heart, thinking about it makes me giggle.

If one day, when Sasha is undergoing surgery, I can put on the sterilized surgical gown and sacred surgical cap like him, stand beside him and hand him the hemostat and scalpel, and hand him his How wonderful it would be to save the dying lives of the patients.

Just thinking about such a scene makes me feel happy.

Before my dream was finished, our Comrade Ansolov told me with a long pair of pruning pliers that he had to go out suddenly. If I have nothing to do, I can help him trim the small boxwood tree in front of the fence. .

"Let's be uniform in height, little Rhine, the general likes uniform things."

I took the giant pruning pliers, looked at the arm-long pliers, and realized I was a long, long way from picking up a scalpel.

Rhine, who is a cleaner, has no right to realize happiness when her best friend does not know where she is suffering?

Looking at the row of small boxwood trees, I sighed.

I like neat things, okay, I will make them neat, as long as you are happy, I will never let any leaf stand up abruptly.

as long as you are happy.

I spent the whole afternoon pruning boxwoods, which was quite a drudgery, and after a few hours of clicking, clicking, I felt like my arm was about to break.It was getting dark and the lights in the yard were turned on. After Sonia greeted me, she drove away and returned to her officer's apartment.At about seven o'clock, the sky began to drizzle.

The pruning is almost done, and I want to go back to the utility room to tidy up and leave.But the rain was getting heavier, and I thought about waiting for the rain to be a little bit lighter before leaving.Fatigue and hunger made me curl up in the chair, looking out the window at the wet night, I was stunned.

In the white mansion, the second floor is still lit with warm yellow light.

Is he still working?Yes, big shots are busy...

I wrapped my scarf and coat tightly, sniffed, and decided to take a nap.

But I underestimated how tired I was, and I didn't realize that the so-called moments could be hours.

In the cold utility room, I had a dream.

In my dream, I returned to the old mansion with a garden that we owned when my father was still there. The smell of roasted chestnut cake wafted in the room, sweet and rich. Grandma Niya wiped her hands on her apron and asked me what I wanted What kind of cream would you like, lemon, or vanilla, and if it was raspberry, she said, maybe make a little jam.I chose vanilla because that's Misha's favorite.

My father reads in the sunroom, the old English pocket watch he always wears gleaming in the sunlight.He'd say things I couldn't understand, and he'd say the knowledge in his head could make the most terrible weapons in the world.I asked him, what is a weapon?My father was stunned, and he held me in his arms, saying that it was something he never wanted me to touch for the rest of his life.

My father looked very sad at that time, he put his arms around me very hard, as if he was worried about losing me.I touched his pale lips with my hand, and put a kiss on his face, then broke away from his arms with a smile, and ran towards the piano room.

I heard the most beautiful voice in the world, from my mother Anna's dexterous hands, hands with a soul!Flying on the keys, Tchaikovsky's music poured into my heart like flowing water, I knew it was her favorite song!O my Anna, my mother, that is your favorite piece!

I opened my eyes, my face was cold.

The sound of rain, the sound of piano, like a concerto.

I forgot how I walked out of the utility room that night and walked towards the white mansion like a lost soul.Years later, I always believed that it was the Lord’s will. Even though he told me that it was his intention, I stubbornly believed that it was the Lord who asked him to play the June boat song that night.

I walked through the yard, drenched in the rain, stepped on the floor tiles that I wiped spotlessly during the day, walked up the spiral staircase, and did not stop when I reached the second floor. The sound of the piano attracted me. My soul.

It's as if nothing matters anymore.

I stood outside the golden dark blue door, the warm light seeped out from the lightly closed door along with the sound of the piano, and fell on my face covered with rain.

Whether it's rain or tears, it doesn't matter anymore.

I just know I shouldn't, I shouldn't be here, I shouldn't be peeping in.

See him wearing a soft shirt, sitting in front of a huge porcelain white grand piano, his hair under the light is plated with a hazy layer of gold.

Seeing him with his back to me, shoulders undulating slightly, a pair of slender hands gracefully flying over the keys.

Watching him play my favorite boat song in June, as if he doesn't know my existence.

It's like an oil painting, engraved in my memory forever.On this cold rainy night, he played the piano under the warm yellow light, and the June boat song was intertwined with the sound of rain. It was a scene I will never forget in my life.

At that moment, I actually felt that he and I were in the same soul. It was very strange that I had this feeling,

So when he pressed the last key, I forgot to leave.

He didn't turn around, but he made a sound.

"Does it sound good?"

I think that should be asking me, so I replied: "It sounds good."

But in the next second, I suddenly felt cold all over, and realized that I had made a big mistake again.Just as I was about to apologize and leave, I heard him say, "Come here."

In the silent night, this "come" is so clear, every syllable hits my heart.I froze in place in amazement, my heart beating wildly, so he said again: "Come here."

I woke up from the trance, opened the door and walked in.

Walked into Julian's piano room.

——My piano room.