East Berlin's June Boat Song

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Sonia was shocked that Julian allowed me to play in the piano room, because she and Julian were standing in the yard one warm winter afternoon and heard the sound of playing from the piano room.Ansolov told me that Sonia lost her temper with Julian on a rare occasion that day, and the beautiful captain's face turned red with anger.

"They are superiors and subordinates, but they are also friends." Ansolov said: "They are very good friends."

He glanced at me: "But the general doesn't allow her to go up to the third floor."

I groaned, I couldn't believe it, I always thought that the relationship between the two of them...

I rubbed my hands together uneasily, Ansolov just shook his head and sighed helplessly.He took a broom and picked out the sycamore leaves that fell in the fountain pool: "Comrade Dounechka should realize the reality. Cupid's arrows never hit a general, and he will never accept her." .”

I don't understand what he means by this, but I have a faint feeling that it's better to know less.Fortunately and unexpectedly, Sonia's attitude towards me is still the same as before. She is still full of enthusiasm and concern for me, because she said that since Julian allowed me to play the piano, then he has his own reasons. He has his own reasons, so he deserves respect.

After experiencing the initial anger caused by confusion, Sonia believed that Julian had the right to make any decision, and she also had this right.

I know she is an excellent Soviet woman, they have always been in an equal position with men, neither humble nor overbearing.In wartime, they are soldiers who can go to the battlefield like men. In peacetime, they can also contribute to the construction of communism.

She was never someone's appendage. Before she was Julian's secretary, she was herself first.

Time passed quickly, and it was March in 1951 in a blink of an eye.

The sycamore has shed its mottled brown-yellow coat, and a little bit of green is drawn out.

Poppies were burning red in the garden, the fragrance of lilies of the valley spread along the white mansion, and heather bloomed recklessly in the wind.

The warm sun of early spring jumps on Cupid's arrow, and a white stork returning to the north stands gracefully by the fountain pool.

It stretched its slender neck, spread its pure white wings under the sun, and even the deep black at the tip had a unique luster.The fiery red bird's beak raised towards the sky, and then slowly fell into the pool water. The ripples overlapped, and its figure became swaying.

Spring has come.

East Berlin is about to wake up from the gloomy cold and usher in a new round of vitality.Karlshorst became gentle, and the white mansion was beyond beautiful.

But I have no time to appreciate these beauties. The yearning and guilt for Misha are already so heavy that I can hardly breathe.

One Saturday night, I played the June boat song like a demon. The sound of the piano couldn't bear the sadness and regret in my heart. By the end of the play, I was in tears and felt like I couldn't breathe.I looked up at Julian who was standing silently by the window, he just watched me quietly, with rare warmth flowing from his green eyes.

He walked up to me and put his hand on my shoulder.

It was cold and cold, and there was a chill.

"Rhein, that's enough." He patted my head again: "It's already fine."

I looked at him with tears in my eyes, opened my mouth, and wanted to ask, but didn't dare to.

Unexpectedly, he sighed suddenly, walked to the marble table beside the bed, took out a glass and poured a little vodka.

I seldom see him drink, but I know Russians are very fond of this strong drink.He took a sip and looked out the window.The glass window reflected his slightly condensed brows, his eyes drifted into the dark night, and fell into an unknown distance.

"He's safe." He turned and glanced at me. "No suffering."

I burst into tears with a loud bang, crying so loudly that he was at a loss for what to do.

He handed over a glass of wine and said, "You are still young, but you have to learn to grow up."

I took the glass of high-strength vodka, suffocated it without thinking about it, then grabbed him with snot and tears and begged him to allow me to meet Misha, but he just gently and delicately removed me from him He took it off his body and threw it on the sofa.

He pinched my chin and said, "If you want to see him that much, you have to make yourself stronger first."

"Then...then where is he?"

Julian smiled wryly, then said, "I don't know."

I was taken aback, grabbed him and said, "How is it possible?! How could you not know where he is! You are lying to me!"

He shook his head helplessly, put aside my hand, and stood up: "Rhein, this world is much more complicated than you imagined."

I didn't let him go, I thought I might be drunk, otherwise I wouldn't be so bold all of a sudden, I put my arms around him from behind, put my arms around his wasp waist, and buried my forehead on his back shoulder, okay The smell of fir forest flooded my nostrils.

"I don't care, you have to tell me where he is, otherwise I will pester you and I won't let you go..."

I was crying, tears soaked his clothes, like a spoiled woman.His body swishes and cools, reminding me that his patience is running out...

But there is no way to get angry, because Rhine is drunk, and after he is drunk, he is a difficult little hooligan.

He gently broke my hand, but didn't move it, so he sighed lightly, and the next second, I felt my whole body fly into the air, and before I could react, I hit the ground hard.

I cried and howled like ghosts and wolves for a while, wondering if this person is right?As for using melee combat techniques on me?

I staggered to my feet, rushed to the marble counter and poured vodka into my mouth.My mood is very complicated, Misha is still alive, but I can't find him.And this person in front of me clearly knew where he was, but he refused to tell me.This is really incomprehensible, I wish I could knock this man's mouth open with something.

"If you vomit here, please contact the doctor in advance."

He was half leaning on the sofa, with his hands in his trouser pockets, and his blue eyes were meaningful.

I put down the drink in a daze, and asked dizzily, "You really don't know where he is?"

"I don't know. But..." The light in his eyes suddenly brightened: "I promise you that one day you will see him."

"Really?"

"real."

The corner of my mouth twitched, full of grievances in my heart, and I said it without thinking: "But why should I trust you? You have nothing to do with me, I'm just a little mouse played by you in the palm of your hand. Woooo Woo, I’m just a little mouse you use to pass the time when you’re bored, woo woo, I regret everything I’ve done, I shouldn’t have provoked the Soviets, I shouldn’t have provoked you…”

I knelt down and cried, crying until he was a little impatient.He picked me up and threw me into the bathroom: "If you want to cry, cry enough in there, wash yourself before coming out."

After he finished speaking, he was about to close the door. I pressed my foot against the door and said viciously, "So what if it's cleaned? Do you want to sleep with me?!"

His pupils contracted sharply, and his face became as cold as frost in an instant, my heart sank, it was over, I said the deepest words in my heart...

It turned out that I was still worried that he was plotting against me, but just now it was obviously me who kept pestering him.

I thought I was about to be slapped hard again, but unexpectedly he let go of the door suddenly, and the whole person walked in.

The icy expression faded away, replaced by an incomprehensible and somewhat playful expression.He closed the bathroom door, clicked it, and locked it.

The green eyes seemed to grow on my body, and the corners of the slightly raised lips evoked a shocking charm.

I swallowed, and was so scared that I stepped back unconsciously. I took two steps back and sat down in the bathtub with a bang. The water splashed all over my body, and my whole body was soaked, and my thin shirt became as transparent as a cicada's wing.

I woke up instantly...

This is this...

"You always make me feel that you are seducing me."

He chuckled, put his hands on the edge of the bathtub, leaned forward, his silver-gold hair fell forward like a waterfall, his green eyes became hazy in the smoky water vapor, his lips seemed to be covered with the juice of poppies .

He's getting closer, getting closer...

I shuddered all over, curled up in the bathtub, leaned against the wall, and closed my eyes in fright.

Time seemed to stand still, nothing could be heard, but nothing else happened, so I cautiously opened my eyes.

"Rhein."

He pronounced my name, softly in his ears.He was so close, so close that his hair floated on my face, and the air of his breath rushed to my ears, and I could even hear the deep moan in his throat.

"Believe me."

He said, "You have to trust me."

I looked at him in surprise, but he quickly stood up, stopped talking, just picked up a towel and wiped his hands, turned and walked out of the bathroom.I didn't recover until he closed the door.

He told me to trust him.

Even though I couldn't find any reason to believe him, he told me to believe him.

This night, when I went out again, he was no longer in the piano room.I stood in front of the white gauze curtain in front of his bedroom for a long time, as if I was full of words, but I couldn't express them.

"Спокойнойночи." (Good night)

The Russian I use, the Russian I learned on purpose.

There was no reply, but the lights dimmed and the darkness slowly shrouded, but the moonlight shining through the window became brighter.I turned and walked to the sofa, with my eyes open, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

I don't know what the situation is now, there is always a strange ambiguous atmosphere between me and him.This kind of ambiguity is sometimes obvious, leading to the feelings flowing between me and him, and sometimes disappears without a trace, like a dream.

Does he like me?

And do I like him too?

The church steeple bathed in the sun seemed to appear again in front of my eyes, the entangled figures in the twilight, and the white pigeons flitted across the blue sky above the Prenzlauer Berg district.

I had thought it was all so clear.

The quiet white mansion was filled with moonlight. I half stood up and looked at the floor-to-ceiling gauze curtain, which was hazy and silvery.

An unclear emotion rose in my heart, feeling that everything was terrible.

The next day, when I was cleaning the huge blue and white porcelain vase on the spiral staircase on the first floor, Ansolov suddenly appeared from behind the stairs and talked to me. He stabilized the vase, only to hear an imperceptible sound coming from inside.

It was as if something was rolling around in it.

I looked in, it was pitch black, and I discussed it with Ansolov, and together we lifted the vase upside down.

After shaking, something the size of a fingernail rolled out.Ansolov picked it up and looked, his face turned pale.

"It's a bug!"

My eyes widened: "Is there really a bug?!"

Ansolov looked serious, and walked to the second floor. Soon after, Sonia hurried down and gave me an appreciative glance: "Good job Rhine."

After she finished speaking, she went straight out, the red star on her shoulder was shining in the sun, and there was a kind of vigor in her sonorous steps. I knew that this beautiful Soviet female officer was suppressing her anger.

Looking at her back, Ansolov said: "Comrade Dounechka is responsible for the secret security of intelligence in the general's mansion, which is considered to be stepping on her red line."

I nodded, thinking who would be so courageous to install bugs in the mansion of the commander-in-chief of the Soviet Army in Germany. Ansolov shook his head and said: "From Monday to Friday, the general and Comrade Dounechka are all here." In the headquarters of the military region, I am the only one in the daytime, and I am really powerless to take care of such a large yard."

"But aren't there guards outside?" I asked.

Ansolov patted me on the shoulder and smiled lovingly: "Little Rhine, we can't trust anyone 100%. If you hadn't found this bug, you would have been the first to be investigated."

My face turned pale, and I said in a low voice, "I wouldn't do something like that..."

Ansolov smiled: "I know, we all know, you are a simple child, no one would attack the general in the street with a gun, to be honest, when I heard the news, I thought you were a fool, little boy Rhine, the sky in East Berlin is full of eyes..."

He gave me a look: "No one can escape those eyes."

I was taken aback for a moment, as if I understood something, and asked in a daze, "So, did the general already know that I would attack him?"

Ansolov shrugged and didn't answer me. Wrinkles appeared on his vicissitudes-covered cheeks, and he smiled inexplicably.