East Berlin's June Boat Song

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In November 1959, after more than a month of review, Julian was finally reinstated and returned to his position as commander-in-chief.Of course, I didn't have a deep understanding of the arduous process, but I would sneak into his piano room every night, and when he returned late at night, I would hug him to sleep tired.

I still remember when we came back from Dresden, Sonia cried and grabbed him by the collar, begging him to return Sasha to her. The beautiful female major was just as desperate and helpless as I expected, and her reason told her that it was What Julian had to do personally was emotionally unacceptable to her.

How can I not understand this feeling?

That day, Julian just watched her silently, reached out his hand to wipe away her tears, and hugged her crying bitterly into his arms with difficulty.The heartbroken Sonia broke free from his embrace, walked up to me, and slapped me hard.

It hurts, but I am willing to bear the slap.

But after beating me, she hugged me and cried, scolding me for being a bad person, crying like losing her mind, saying that if I told her earlier, she might have a chance to see him again.

But she knew it was impossible.

She was just too sad and so helpless.After Julian went to the Wehrmacht, she and Sasha had a difficult time together, and their friendship had supported her through countless nights of giving up.

She was afraid of losing them during the war, but the war did not take him away, but he passed away in this peaceful age.That day I hugged Sonia, who was about to faint, and told her that Sasha would be happy.Because at the last moment, he did everything he wanted.

Sonia just smiled shallowly, her sad eyes fell far away, as if she had returned to the boyhood she would miss forever.

For a whole week afterwards, she stayed home sick and never visited the white mansion.

However, Julian held back his strength and forcibly survived all the censorship.After more than a month, I saw him getting thinner and thinner.The KGB investigation team from the central government quickly peeled him a few layers. If he hadn't had a stable root in the army, Marshal Zhukov had guaranteed him, and he personally led the team to end this matter to show his position, even if he was not in this position. will die well.

Of course, all this he picked me clean.I'm just a pawn to be used, a little guy who knows nothing.Those people will not be interested in me as a nobody, I just have orders from the top Stasi to continue to fight Richard's Anglo-American special operations team.

One night, he was curled up in my arms, his whole body was hissing and chilling, and I warmed him some milk.

"Don't worry about me, because as long as I'm with you, I can handle anything." He stroked my hair, and then I held him in my arms.

Recently, his breath has been shallow, which makes me very worried about his health.

In order to ease his mood, I started to play June boat song to him, and sometimes he would play it himself, playing Chopin, Beethoven, Mendelssohn, Schumann, Liszt...

But never Mozart.

And myself, when I was alone in the White House or in the Stasi offices, I would play some Mozart records.Whenever the beautiful phrases sounded, I seemed to have returned to the golden hall in Vienna that year. Sitting beside him, the bright lights coated him with a layer of rich gold, and his eyes melted with tenderness, just like the Sistine Chapel. devout saints.

We have never forgotten him until the end, and we all miss him in our own way, but we never dare to mention him.Because as soon as his name is spoken, tears will come out before the voice.

And that was not what he wanted to see.

In November, the rich and deep autumn, the leaves of the sycamore trees are about to fall, and the grass fades to a gentle brown.We sat side by side on the white rocking chairs in the yard, taking a nap in the long-lost warm sunshine.It is rare for him to have such a quiet moment of rest, holding a cup of steamy black tea, looking into the distance in a trance.Sonia was wearing a cashmere blanket, quietly reading a book aside, and old comrade Ansolov was carefully arranging his potted plants under the tree, tirelessly.

And I looked at them with a smile, enjoying this precious moment of peace.Julian's physical condition has been a little tired recently, perhaps because of his continued depression, or because he has suddenly withdrawn from an extremely important part of his heart.The old diseases that remained on him in previous years gradually relapsed. During the day, he looked the same as before, but he would always wake up with a cough in the middle of the night.

I smiled and said, you are finally old.

He gave me a soft white look, and then said, anyway, you take care of me.

So today, no matter what, I dragged him out of the office to bask in the sun, and finally there was a little blush on that miserable white face.He was wearing a comfortable crocheted wool cardigan, a warm brown that was very soft.His legs are covered with a knitted blanket from Croatia that I bought for him not long ago. When the wind blows, he will gently close his eyes.

The silver eye feathers trembled in the wind, like fragile cicada wings.

Sonia seemed to recover from her grief at last, and sometimes read a poem or two.

He listened quietly, with a peaceful smile on his lips, and would reply a few words from time to time.

I teased them on the sidelines: "Hey, don't speak Russian all the time, I can't understand the bully, right?"

Sonia laughed at me: "It is said that the Germans have good brains. You have been with us for almost ten years and you haven't even learned Russian yet."

I smashed my mouth and said dissatisfiedly: "Communication is fine, but poetry is another matter. Who can understand those advanced and abstract words?"

Julian looked at me differently and said, "It's okay if you don't understand, I'll explain it to you."

I laughed a few times and waved my hands quickly.

"I don't have your elegant tastes. I'll just listen to a few ditties. Sonia, I'll get the record player out, and we'll dance kalinka, shall we?"

Without waiting for her answer, I ran into the mansion and moved the record player down the corridor with a humming sound. After turning on the electricity, I put on a record, and Kalinka's melodious melody began to float.

The old comrade Ansolov was attracted, and rubbed his hands excitedly: "It's been a long time since I went back, I really miss my hometown."

"You can take a long vacation," Julian said.

"No one will take care of me after I leave here." The old comrade put down the potted plant in his hand and beat the beat.I pulled Sonia up and started a traditional Russian dance with her.Sonia was still a little reluctant at first, but soon got into it.

"Okay, great!" Sonia danced and laughed happily, and soon she led me to dance.

I couldn't keep up, and Sonia scolded me for being an idiot, then ran to pull Julian up.

"Dance Julian! Remember when we were in school? Let's dance like we used to!"

"I......"

Julian was obviously hesitant, so I hurriedly pushed back.

"Okay, my lord general, don't be shy! I've never seen you dance! Come and show us! Come on!"

He looked at me helplessly, smiled and took Sonia's hand, and started to dance.He danced very reservedly, with a small range, but every movement was extremely graceful.As the melody accelerated, Sonia spun like a nimble little tit under his hand.

They are like a classical nobleman and his pretty lady, holding hands, stepping on a melodious rhythm, dancing in the sun.They stared at each other as if stepping back in time, back to those sparkling teenage years.

Sonia blushed and said excitedly: "If I wear a long skirt, I can rotate the skirt into a perfect circle!"

"I believe, dear Sonia."

With silver hair flying, Julian put his arms around Sonia's slender waist, finishing the last movement.

They look very happy, which makes me happy too.

My hands hurt from clapping on the side, and then I called Alyosha who was squatting at the door and was eager to try. He is a good dancer, he can squat down suddenly and kick his legs high, I can't help doubting These Russians have iron knees.

After Julian danced a song, he sat back on the rocking chair. He smiled and watched Alyosha and I learn to dance the Soviet dance. Comrade Ansolov kept tsk-tsk on the side, saying that little Rhine is such an idiot, how could it be possible? Dance so ugly.

Sonia blushed with laughter, tears glistened, and then naturally danced with Alyosha. Panting, I lay down on Julian's lap, snatched the black tea in his hand and drank it down, impatiently. Said: "Won't the Russian guy's knees break? My legs will be disabled if I jump like this."

Julian stroked my head lovingly and said softly, "Take a break, don't be too tired."

I rubbed on his leg coquettishly, and said: "I'm not tired, I'm not tired at all, I'm very happy! Such a beautiful weather, such a beautiful song, such a beautiful dance, such a loving person! I don't want to be tired, I want Keep jumping!"

I got up again, pulled Ansolov, and joined Alyosha and Sonia.

That day we picked out all the traditional Russian dances, and I even tried several new Soviet dances. I was so tired that I lay on the sofa at night, and Julian said that I still look like a child.

"Because I plan to be a child for the rest of my life!" I propped myself up and looked at him: "A child has the purest happiness in the world!"

Julian took a sip of rum and raised one eyebrow to look at me: "Well, you're right."

He turned around again, looking quietly out of the window.Around late at night, he fell into the lonely moment again, the moonlight was clear, and the sadness was lingering in the shallow and light breath. I turned my head and choked up, then stood up and walked towards him, and said with a smirk: "However, in some moments , I'm going to be an adult again."

I hugged him afterwards, his body was cold and comfortable to the touch.On the smooth and greasy skin, the curvy scars are both distressing and exciting, making people want to kiss.

"Don't get too far." He held down my hand that was wandering around indiscriminately, turned around and pushed me away: "Go take a shower first, you're covered in sweat."

"Wow! You still despise me until now."

I held his face and took a sip: "I'm going to take a hot bath, do you want to join?"

He didn't speak, just smiled shyly.In recent days, this person has become more and more like a little girl. If it weren't for the occasional cold look in those eyes, I would really call him Katyusha.

I took him into the bathroom and turned on the hot water.

"You should go back to the Stasi to work as soon as possible." He poured hot water on my head and washed my hair, "I don't know how to take care of my hair, what does it look like, Milk has to say that you lose the national security face."

"You don't understand, it's called romance, French guys love this hairstyle." I turned my head and argued, the shampoo seeped into my eyes, which made me so hot that he quickly rinsed me with clean water.

"Don't move around." He tapped me on the head, and I smiled silly.

"You're going to make me stupid, honey." After rinsing, I put my arms around his waist, rubbed against his chest, and let out a long breath.

In the hot water, I was close to him, listening to the sound of his heart beating like the most beautiful melody in the world.If every day could be like today, if every moment we have each other.

He put his arms around me, stroked my hair, and said softly, "Line, thank you."

I raised my eyes to look at him, this man was haloed in the water vapor, with a sunset-like crimson color on his cheeks, holy and beautiful in a mess.I reached out to caress his moist and soft lips, and bit them lightly.

"Why are you saying thank you to me?"

"I don't need your thanks."

I kissed his earlobe along the corner of his lips, and whispered softly in his ear: "I only want your love..."

"And yourself."

He was surrounded by me, making a soft trill.

This voice made me feel his real presence.

And his existence itself is the greatest gratitude to me.

It is also my deepest blessing.