East Berlin's June Boat Song

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1952, a year I will always miss for the rest of my life.

Both relationship and work have entered a stable period, everything is beautiful and peaceful, lovers, friends, colleagues, they surround me in the center, and the deep love makes me feel a little bit buoyant.

Sonia and Ansolov never thought about my relationship with Julian in another direction, until one day when we were practicing target shooting together in the yard, I hit the bull's-eye unexpectedly, and Julian rolled his eyes and didn't care. Without hesitation, he hugged me who was bouncing with excitement, and gave me a French kiss.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the old comrade Ansolov was so shocked that he dropped the broom in his hand.

"It turns out, it turned out to be like this, I should have known earlier, I..." He blushed unreasonably, and looked at Sonia who stared wide-eyed on the other side.

The beautiful Miss Captain gave me a hard look: "Damn little Rhine, sooner or later I will catch you and take you to Lubyanka!"

I broke free from Julian's arms and countered her with a smile: "Then Julian has to dig potatoes with me too, don't you feel so distressed?"

Sonia stomped her feet angrily and was about to catch me with an angry face. She and I chased in the yard, laughing and fighting together.God!Sonia's strength is really great, I can't beat it with every punch. I was so hurt by the hammer, I had to kneel down and beg for mercy.

She pressed me to the ground, her little face was flushed, and she gasped and said, "You have to give me a good beating, because I like him too, but at least it wasn't a woman who took Julian away!"

She raised two curved eyebrows and said proudly: "I don't hit women."

"Wow!" I pushed her away: "You are too fierce! Who would dare to like you!"

Before she could speak, Ansolov picked up the broom and muttered, "Evgeny..."

Sonia's cheeks flushed instantly, and I couldn't stop laughing.

And all of this, Julian just leaned against the pillars of the white mansion and watched quietly.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the gentleness spread with the spring breeze.

It was March in 1952. In the early spring, the lily of the valley hugged its flower buds, the poppies were burning red, and the elegant white storks arrived as scheduled.

Time passed quickly, and Karlshorst ushered in a grand military parade on Victory Day. Julian wore a straight military uniform and stood on the highest podium to review the army.

The imposing pace of the mighty Soviet Red Army seemed to make the whole land tremble a few times.They looked at Julian, who responded with a military salute, shouting "Ulla."In an instant, the loud "Ula" almost drowned out all the voices in the world, making me dream back to the Romanian battlefield in an instant. The Soviet Red Army always shouted such a slogan and ruthlessly harvested lives.

Infantry, armored soldiers, tanks, fighter jets...the phalanxes passed by my eyes one by one. I stood in the crowd, sweating coldly with fear, but excited uncontrollably in my heart.

At this moment, I felt that Julian was so high and untouchable.He was simply shining, standing on the highest podium, like a god descending.

I also seemed to have become a Soviet person, and I became inexplicably proud, completely forgetting that my country was controlled under the iron claws of such a huge red beast, and the wailing was muffled and turned into whimpering, so I couldn’t hear it.

Yes, I can't hear it, and I can't see it.

It was May 1952, early summer, the Soviet victory over Germany, and I was invited to watch a military parade as a member of the Stasi.No one knew that for a second, Julian's eyes fell on me and he gave me a generous smile.

I cherish this secret happiness very much.

When the breeze blows the green branches of the linden tree and the Spree River sparkles in the sun, Allen cried and pushed open the door of my bedroom on an early morning with the smell of baking bread.

"Olof, Olof, stop moving!"

I got up quickly: "Olof is not moving, what do you mean?"

In the next second, I immediately reacted: "Could it be dead?"

"No, no..." Allen mumbled his pale lips, as if he dared not admit it, as if the pain was unbearable for him.

I know he likes Olof, but Olof is just a little mouse after all, and the life of a little mouse is always short. I think I should persuade him to recognize the reality.

"Alan, you have to know that Olof can't be with you all the time, sooner or later..."

"No!"

Allen's eyes were red, and he rushed over and hugged me: "Don't tell me, I know, but I'm still begging..."

I was stunned.

I wonder if Allen has some sort of paranoia?How could anyone develop such deep affection for a mouse.Hundreds of rats died under his hands, but what was so special about Olof?

He trembled on my shoulder, and every whimper hit my kind heart.I stroked his back and comforted him with kind words.

"We should give Olof a decent funeral," I said. "He'll go to heaven."

Allen looked at me with wide, moist eyes, as if lost his soul, and said in a low voice, "You're right, Rhine, I should send him off, my Olof, he will go to heaven..."

So Olof's grand funeral was held on a quiet, windless summer night under the largest linden tree on our block, with me, Natasha, and Andy in attendance.

This time, Andy unexpectedly didn't shake his fist at me. He looked sad and comforted Alan and said, "I was also very sad when Jesse left, and I cried for three whole days."

"Jessie?"

"My cat, a short-haired cat." He looked at Natasha, who was impatiently standing under a tree smoking a cigarette: "Russians will never experience such delicate feelings, Ellen, you should talk to me That woman broke up."

Natasha snorted coldly, and the tails of her beautiful eyes flew up: "Andy, ask how many mice your Allen killed in the laboratory! Allen, I think your brain is broken, I should give you Get some electroshock therapy."

Allen ignored the two of them completely, but stood silently in front of the small tomb, whispering the Lord's Prayer.

I walked over and said, "Olof will definitely go to heaven, you see, in such a beautiful place."

I looked up, and the moonlight fell from the thick leaves of the linden tree, mottled on Alan's sad face.

To be honest, it was the first time I saw Ellen like this.After the rich young man from Dresden had spent a whole week in mourning over a mouse, I had to go on an important mission when he came to life again.

"Let's drink together when you come back." He was in good spirits that morning, and his cheeks became rosy.I put on my uniform and replied with a smile, "Yeah! Get a bottle of Sherry!"

I bounced down the stairs and into my jeep.

It was midsummer in 1952, August, Ellen hadn't broken up with Natasha, and I had made up with Andy.The relationship between the four young people got closer and closer. I spent a month's wages to treat them to a dinner at the "Rhine River". We go to better restaurants to enjoy.

We are all looking forward to it except Natasha.

The gorgeous Russian lady just squinted her beautiful eyes and said coldly that we are bourgeois, and that sooner or later we will pack them up and send them to Lubyanka.

More than a year in the Stasi allowed me to get rid of my childishness in the past. The outstanding performance in a mission allowed me to be promoted from a scout to the deputy captain of the scouting team. Philip praised me very much. The police officer who kicked me also looked at me with admiration.

His name was Levi Kling, he was five years older than me, he had graduated from college, and he was a very cultured young man.Although his personality is a bit cold, it does not prevent me from establishing a close relationship with him.Maybe my forte is to let people off guard, Levy said, and he doesn't confide in anyone.

He didn't understand why I was in the trap, but he said that it might be easier for a simple person like me to catch a big fish, but the problem is that I have to find that the fish has been hooked.

Levy is thoughtful and flexible. He is the captain of our team. His excellent business ability makes me trust him very much.

This time, through long-term monitoring, we finally learned that a CIA spy who had been lurking in East Berlin for a long time was going to connect with his informant, so we made a detailed plan in advance and prepared to solve this matter quietly.

"We can't let the Americans find out that their spies have been exposed." He bowed his back and ordered me to check my Makarov pistol. "We can't let this intelligence network be cut off, so we must try to keep a low profile this time."

I nodded. Through monitoring, we have roughly confirmed that the person who trafficked information to this American was someone from within the Stasi, but his identity is still unknown.

He is our real target. Levi and I took another team member and fled towards the predetermined place in the dark night.

Sometimes life is horribly dramatic, or, it's just a staged show.

When we lurked to the scheduled abandoned factory, a black figure just appeared in front of us, the team member under me was shot and fell beside me.Blood covered my face in an instant, and before I could make any call for help, I was horrified to find that the bullet was not far away.

I still remember how Levi stood up, looked down at me condescendingly, then raised his gun and pointed the black muzzle at me.

His eyes are like falcons in the dark night, and the gloomy light is like a sharp sword about to shoot me.

This was the first time I felt betrayed, and my whole body was hissing.

"Levi..."

I heard that people think of their dearest people before they die, and at that moment I thought of Julian.I regret telling him about love too late and too little.I thought my face must be as pale as paper, but Levi's face in the night looked like a dead man, with a cold paleness.

He looked at me peacefully, and said with a bit of regret: "Rhein, you didn't remember what I said."

"I said you'll catch the big fish, but you have to know when the fish is hooked."

He opened the corner of his mouth and smiled: "It's a pity, we were supposed to be friends."

"Levi...why?" I wanted to find the answer from his cold and wise eyes, but I couldn't even close my teeth because of fear.

Levi opened the safety of the pistol, smiling uglier than crying.

"Rhein, I'm supposed to be a poet, write in German, use my free thinking, publish my words in newspapers, can you understand? No, I don't think you understand, you haven't even read the book A few books, how do you understand?"

He burst into tears suddenly, crying and laughing like he was insane. Before I could say anything, I heard a loud noise, and we were startled at the same time.

The American who joined him fell on the wasteland of the factory, blood spread in the moonlight, mixed with mud and sand, flowing towards us.

A tall and thin figure appeared in the night, and the hem of the windbreaker was rustling by the night wind. I saw a flash of light, and I was overwhelmed by severe pain and fell into a coma.

When I woke up again, it was dusk again, I was lying on a soft bed, my forehead was being stroked by a pair of soft and delicate hands, I turned my head with difficulty, and my smile was brighter than that of a sunflower.

Guess who I saw?

It is Sasha, the gentle Sasha in the twilight, like the amber birch forest in late autumn in Russia, the soft swamp in the sunset.

Oh, I miss Sasha so much.

"Does it still hurt?" He asked me lovingly.

I shook my head, with a bit of coquettishness and grievance, tears streaming down: "I miss you so much, Sasha."

I took his hand: "Stay with me, okay?"

Sasha leaned forward and unexpectedly kissed my forehead: "Sleep, I will always be by your side."

I smiled knowingly and closed my eyes.

This was the autumn of 1952. In November, I encountered betrayal for the first time, and was rescued by Sasha who had discovered the truth at the moment of death.The huge intelligence network in his hands covers everything I can't imagine. Maybe this is the difference between the KGB and the Stasi. We will never be able to catch up with them.

The KGB is the most efficient and fearsome intelligence agency in the world. Sasha works for the Second Directorate. They are also all counter-espionage investigations. The Second Directorate is always ahead of everyone.

On New Year’s Eve in 1953, the snow fell especially heavily. Alan and I drank sherry at home after our injury. Natasha complained that there were only endless potatoes in Germany. Andy played with my Macaro with great interest. husband pistol.We lit a warm stove, and the flames lit everyone's faces brightly.Natasha was delighted to find a piece of prosciutto in the kitchen when there was a knock on the apartment door.

"Happy New Year!" Alyosha's nose was red from the cold, and he narrowed his eyes with a smile.

"Happy New Year……"

"The general asked me to pick you up." He whispered in my ear, but before I could reply, Alan's voice came from behind.

"Goodbye Little Rhine, I wish you a happy New Year's Eve!"

So I "reluctantly" left my friend and came to the white mansion, and I couldn't bear the excitement along the way.

Unexpectedly, the white mansion was particularly lively this time.Tchaikovsky's music was interlaced with bright lights, Sonia and Evgeny were dancing, Comrade Ansolov was eating his favorite Olivier salad, even Sasha was there, he and Julian were holding Standing on the spiral staircase with a long glass filled with Soviet brand champagne, they talked cordially.

Seeing me walk in, the two looked back together.

"Rhein."

With one voice, all eyes fell on me.

The sound of the music seemed to suddenly grow louder, and these gazes seemed to turn into real emotions.In an instant I was surrounded by great happiness, a flood of true and flawless love flooding me, so deep that I will forever miss this day for the rest of my life.

You all love my day.

You are all looking forward to the day you meet me.