East Berlin's June Boat Song

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The world situation became more relaxed at the beginning of the 60s. On New Year’s Eve in 1960, an American ballet troupe was invited to the military district of East Berlin for a performance, and the art soldiers of the Soviet Army in East Germany would also perform on the same stage. For cultural exchange.

Some of our top executives of the Stasi also watched the performance as invited guests. In Milk's words, this "Swan Lake" is simply neither fish nor fowl.

I asked him, which side are you talking about?

The old man shook his head on the ground and sighed, saying that it was both sides, and he missed the essence at all.I shrugged. An uneducated person like me doesn't understand the essence of what he said.I just asked him when he could recruit Misha back.

Milk winked at me and whispered in my ear, "Tonight."

My eyes widened, but he gave me a hard look, as if warning me to manage my expressions.

"Then you're leaving early?"

"Of course," Milk said, "who wants to spend a precious New Year's Eve here when you think everyone loves this place as much as you do?"

I twitched the corner of my mouth: "I don't like this place either."

Milk smirked and said, "I like the people here, right?"

I glared at him, he laughed a few times, poured the champagne in his hand into his mouth, and then began to say that the champagne of the Soviets is terrible, and he might as well have a few shots of beer.

I was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so I concentrated on watching "Swan Lake" performed by Americans on the stage. This is an auditorium in Karlshorst. In front of us sat a black crowd of Soviet soldiers. Under the lights of the stage, there was a deep The green is like duckweed, floating on the red lake.

My eyes were fixed on the figure in front of me the whole time.Tsk, even the back is so outstanding, look at the shoulder line, Michelangelo looked at it and said it was ingenious.

After the show was over, it was time for the banquet as usual, and Milk really got cold feet, and I caught a glimpse of the faces of some important people turning black from a distance.A humble little character like me can only hold a glass of wine and communicate with the actors in the corner during the banquet time, while my general, at the moment, is talking and laughing happily with a group of high-level East German officials and officials from the United States, surrounded by people in the center , both ways.

He always had a polite and decent smile, switched back and forth between English, German and Russian, and even looked forward to talking to Americans, which made the Yankee stunned for a while.This is not the cold General Azrael, this is a very skilled politician.

I looked at him in a daze, and didn't even hear the beautiful actress next to me talking to me.

"That's why it's very impolite."

A familiar voice rang in my ears, and I was startled.Turning around, I saw Evgeny smiling with his eyes bent, and said in my ear: "Even such a beautiful lady is ignored, little Rhine, who are you looking at? Well, following your line of sight, it is General Azrael, what, do you have any information to report to him?"

I squeezed out a stiff smile, and then quickly realized: "It's not an important matter, but it's still necessary to report, but seeing that the general is busy, I can only wait aside."

"You still have a chance at night, don't you often stay overnight in the white mansion?" Yevgeny smiled harmlessly, and even clinked glasses with me lightly.

"Yes, old Comrade Ansolov arranged a room for me. You must know that Richard keeps a close eye on me. Sometimes it's not safe to walk at night."

"So the general is worried." He took a sip of his wine, "He wants to keep you by his side."

"You know the reason for this better than I do, don't you Evgeny?"

Yevgeny's eyes widened slightly, then raised one eyebrow, and said meaningfully: "Of course, my dear little Rhine, you are our friend, so naturally we must protect you."

"But tell me, why doesn't General Azrael get married?" Yevgeny chuckled, then leaned into my ear mysteriously, and said, "Do you know? Among the top ranks of our army, we all thought he was They are a couple with Sasha! They have the best relationship. I heard that they can still kiss, but I didn't expect... Oh, Sasha, my dear Sasha, it's so sad..."

He pretended to be full of emotions, shaking his head as if in pain.

"No way." I began to play with him: "You know that homosexuality is prohibited in the army, how could he be a couple with Colonel Kopatsky?"

Yevgeny's gaze became scrutinizing, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became playful.

"Yeah, so you know that homosexuality is against the law."

I still didn't change my face: "Of course, it's like this everywhere."

I raised my glass to meet him, and drank all the champagne in the glass in one gulp.Then bid him farewell and go to the other side of the venue.

"Deputy Director Mueller." He suddenly stopped me from behind.

"Is there anything else? Colonel Pitovranov?" I turned to look at him with a smile on my face, but he just walked over slowly again, as if he didn't intend to let me escape easily.

"You said, maybe there is another possibility?"

"Possible about what?"

"It's possible that he won't get married." Yevgeny gradually approached, almost whispering to me: "You said that he didn't pair up with Sasha, and even executed Sasha cruelly, maybe, could it be... Empathize with each other?"

He pursed his lips and smiled slightly, as if he was satisfied with his guess, he stared straight at me.

I burst into a smile: "Then I really don't know how to envy that beautiful lady. But you, Yevgeny, you have to work harder to chase Sonia. Aren't you married? Oh, could it be you Have you also moved on?"

I kept tsk-tsk on the surface, admiring his gradually stiff and relaxed expression, and raised my eyebrows at him.At this time, a famous actress suddenly raised a glass to me, and I quickly took a glass of wine and walked towards her.

Then, under Evgeny's predatory eyes, I had a good conversation with the actress. She was very proactive, hooking my neck and chattering non-stop. I had no choice but to block her continuous words with a passionate kiss, and The chilling scrutiny that fell on him.

After the dinner, I got into my car tired all over. I was going to the White Mansion, but I hesitated and asked the driver to take me home.

So as soon as I got home, I received a special call from the white mansion, and Julian asked me why I left without saying hello.

"It's New Year's Eve, dear." His voice was tired, but more of a need for me.

I sighed lightly, then thought of something, and asked, "The line of this phone should not be monitored."

After a while of silence, Julian gave me an affirmative answer: "This is the special line of the general's mansion, and they are not qualified to monitor it."

I want to explain, but I can't explain much. You know, my house is full of monitor lines. After struggling with my thoughts, I can only say: "I'm a little tired."

There was silence again.

"Then I hang up." I said.

"Ah."

Qiaoqiao lightly agreed, but it made me feel so sorry, I wanted to say something, so I hung up the phone with a snap.

With this temper, I chuckled and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

After washing off the smell of alcohol, my mood was still extremely dull, and every word of Yevgeny was alluding to it.In the past ten years, my relationship with Julian, even Ansolov who lives in the white mansion, has stayed at the stage where we can only kiss.In the eyes of others, it was a "play" that Julian and I had to do for Americans.No, apart from Sasha knowing the true relationship between Julian and me, even Sonia may not fully know where we are going.

You must know that I was able to enter the piano room on the third floor at first because I was learning the piano, then I was acting, and finally I sneaked in quietly every night in the dead of night.No one has ever seen me and him sleeping on the same bed.

If I couldn’t produce any evidence, I lay on the bed and reviewed my memories carefully. Julian and I never even kissed or held hands in front of Yevgeny.Julian's favor and close contact with me was just for the Americans to see. This was their common strategy, and the KGB couldn't say anything about it.

But there is no way now, what if in the future?If Richard gives up my chess piece, what necessary connection is there between me and him?

Suddenly I feel very annoyed, as if there are countless pairs of eyes staring at us, always looking for our tricks.

Just when I was bored, I suddenly heard a rush of whistles.I was startled on the bed, leaned on the window and looked down, there was a bright silver in the flickering headlights.

No way... This person actually drove to find me?

I was both surprised and happy, seeing that the car stopped honking after I turned on the lights, I hurriedly put on my sweater and rushed downstairs.

"Hey handsome guy, you are disturbing the people!" I smiled and pulled the co-pilot away, and he came here alone, not even bringing Alyosha with him.

Julian raised his proud eyebrows: "Oh, didn't you say you were tired? I just pressed it twice and ran down."

He pinched my chin and shook it: "Isn't this very spiritual?"

I broke free from his hand and took a sip on his face: "Where are you going?"

"Go wherever you want."

He started the engine, and the car drove slowly to Unter den Linden, then slowly along the Spree River, and finally stopped under a huge oak tree by the river.

It looked cold outside, but warm inside the car. I was worried about his body, so I took off my scarf and wrapped it around his neck.

He was still dressed in a black overcoat, which made his face pale, and he was completely different from the glamorous general at the dinner party.My hands were cold, so I held them and put them in my pocket.

"I'm not an old man." He muttered dissatisfiedly, but the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

I turned the car air conditioner up a bit, then took him in my arms and stroked his face lightly.He was very obedient and closed his eyes in my arms.

In the night sky of Berlin in winter, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse. Some remaining snow under the guardrail on the river bank reflects the moonlight, and even the road is silvery white.

I stroked his silver hair, then cupped his face and kissed it.

He opened his eyes, his green pupils glowed with bright moonlight, and he looked at me with a smile.

"You kissed someone else tonight," he said quietly.

I was taken aback and said in surprise, "Did you see it all?"

"Of course, I've been paying attention to you." He straightened up and stared at me: "What did Yevgeny tell you?"

"nothing……"

He turned to hold me in his arms, and his voice was soft as if to comfort: "I know what he said to you, but don't be afraid, and don't worry..."

"But how can I not be afraid or worried? What if I'm found out? What if I can't stay by your side anymore?" I broke free from his arms and looked at him, feeling anxious and anxious. Come out: "If one day, you are no longer the commander-in-chief of the Soviet Army in Germany, and you are transferred back to Moscow, or other places, what about me? What should I do? Julian, why should I stay with you again?" By my side, with you..."

He lowered his eyelashes slowly, his movements seemed to be paused and stagnated, and then he remained silent like that.

"You...can you...retire?"

Without thinking, I suddenly asked such a sentence.

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PS: This kind of cultural exchange meeting does exist, but only the records of the performance in Moscow, the Soviet Union can be found. Both parties performed Tchaikovsky's "Swan Lake", so this article is an adaptation.

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