Burning Moscow

My body shook, and if Bukov hadn't helped me in time from behind, I guess I would have plunged into the pile of dirt just dug next to me. After Bukov supported me, he asked with concern: "Comrade Commander, what's the matter with you?"

I stood firmly, waved at him with a smile, and said in a concealed manner: "Comrade Major, it may be that I climbed the hill too fast just now, and the sun is too hot on this day. I think I have a slight heat stroke."

As soon as I finished speaking, a kettle was handed over. I turned my head and saw that it turned out that General Tawartkirazze, seeing that I noticed him, handed the water bottle in front of me, and said with concern: "Comrade Commander, drink some water first, and then we Find another place to rest."

I glanced at him gratefully, took the kettle and unscrewed the lid and took two sips. When handing the kettle back to Tavart Kiradze, I also asked specifically: "Is there any place to rest nearby?"

Tawart Kirazzi took the kettle and handed it to an officer next to him. Then he turned his head to the side and asked Gilkin: "Comrade Major, where is your temporary commander here?"

Gilkin pointed to a simple wooden shed several tens of meters away, and said to Tawart Kiradze: "Comrade Commander, my command post is located there. You and the commander can go there to rest for a while."

Tawart Kiradze did not make any claims, but asked me for instructions: "Comrade Commander, if you don't mind, we can go there to rest first, and wait until your body recovers, then continue to inspect."

I quickly glanced at the young Vasilyev, and saw that he looked down at his feet again, seeming to be more nervous than I was. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then nodded at Tavart Kiradze, and said in agreement: "Well, Comrade General. Let's go there and sit down first."

At this moment, I heard Gilkin next to the soldiers say loudly to the soldiers: "Okay, comrades soldiers. You have almost rested, all go back to work."

Hear his orders. Several soldiers picked up their tools, turned and walked towards the trenches. When I saw Vasilyev also turned to leave, I suddenly wanted to talk to him. After all, Lida was also a character created by him. Perhaps it was for this reason that I quickly stopped him: "Comrade Vasilyev, please wait a moment."

When the young Red Army soldier heard me calling him, he hurriedly turned back and stood upright facing me. There was confusion in his eyes, and he was guessing in his heart why the commander of the group army would tell him to stay.

First, I turned my head and said to Gilgin, "Comrade Major, please lead me and General Tavart Kiradze." After seeing him nodding in agreement, I pointed to Vasilyev again, in an orderly tone. Said: "You follow along."

Although Gilkin, like Vasilyev, did not understand why I asked Vasilyev to go to the command post, he did not ask much, but consciously acted as a guide in front of us.

The wooden shed that served as the command post of the battalion was very rudimentary because it had not been completed yet. Except for a few thick wooden supports and ceiling boards. All sides are bare.

After a few of us sat down on the bench, I turned my head and asked Vasiliev who was sitting next to me: "Comrade fighter, I want to ask. What story did you tell those fighters just now?"

Hearing my question, Vasilyev quickly stood up and replied: "Report to Comrade Commander,..."

Before he finished speaking, I raised my right hand and pressed it down, and said, "Okay, Comrade Soldier, don't be so polite, just sit down and say anything."

"Yes!" Vasiliev promised, blushing and sitting down again. Then he continued: "During the battle, I tried to write a novel. My comrades saw it. They bothered me to tell them the novel that I hadn't finished yet..."

When Vasilyev was telling the story, I heard Gilkin next to him whispering to Tavart Kiradze: "Comrade commander. This Vasilyev is a clerical member in the camp. He usually likes to dance and write... …"

After Vasilyev finished speaking, I asked curiously: "Can you tell me, what is the name of the novel you are writing?"

"The name is "They may go on reconnaissance with me"," Vasilyev continued after introducing the title of the book: "It is about the story of a few scouts who went deep behind enemy lines to carry out reconnaissance missions. Upon completion When the reconnaissance mission was about to return, they were spotted by the Germans and surrounded. The scouts bravely fought the enemy while using the radio in their hands to send the information they had detected back to the headquarters. Finally, after passing by After the fierce battle, all the scouts sacrificed heroically."

I have never heard of the title of the book Vasilyev said. When I think about it, except for "The Dawn Here is Quiet", the other books are not famous at all, so it's not surprising that I don't know. I waited for him to finish, and then curiously asked: "Apart from this book, have you written any other books?"

"No, Comrade Commander." The flushed Vasilyev shook his head like a rattle. After a long time, he said embarrassedly: "I also just started learning to write novels. , I haven't finished a book yet. But the novels I write are all adapted from real things."

"Comrade Warrior, since your novel is based on real things," I said hesitantly, "Then I will provide you with some material. I wonder if you can write a book?"

Hearing what I said, Vasilyev immediately took out a small notebook and an inch-long pencil from his jacket pocket. After making preparations, he respectfully said: "Comrade Commander, I'm ready, you can tell a story."

I turned my head and looked at Tavart Kiradze and Gilkin. Seeing that they also put on an expression listening to me telling the story, I smiled, and then introduced the so-called "material" to Vasilyev: "In a real incident last year, one of our sergeants led five soldiers. In order to fight against a German paratrooper squad that tried to enter the shore of Lake Wolby, after a tenacious battle, they all sacrificed heroically and sacrificed themselves. Young lives. Can you write a novel about their heroic deeds?"

After Vasilyev heard what I said, he was plunged into thought with a pen and paper in his hand. I am afraid of interrupting his thoughts. He didn't speak, just watched him silently.

After an unknown period of time, he woke up from his contemplation. He looked at me and said, "Comrade Commander, I have an idea. I don't know if I should say it."

"Let's talk." I was eager to know his true thoughts, so I urged him to say: "No matter what you think of, just say it, even if it is wrong. Neither me nor your commander or battalion commander will blame Yours. You said, is that the case?" In the following sentence, I asked Tavartkirazze and Gilkin.

"Yes!" the two replied in unison.

Vasilyev seemed to be more courageous. He summoned his courage and said, "Comrade Commander. I was thinking that the sergeant led not men, but a few women soldiers, and started with these paratroopers in the forest. Fighting desperately and making all the heroic sacrifices in the end, don't know what about this idea?"

"Yes, Comrade Vasilyev, your idea is very good." My voice became a little hoarse because of excitement: "Changing male soldiers into female soldiers can strengthen the tragic and infectious power of the novel. Because of women His mission is to give birth and extend life, not war, let alone death.

You have to remember that in the novel you have to make the heroes civilians. Because what you want to express is the war life of ordinary soldiers, and what you want to create is the image of civilian heroes. It is entirely possible to set off the ruthlessness and cruelty of war Russia through the encounters of several young, beautiful and kind-hearted female soldiers, from a new perspective. Come to interpret this war that is just for us and evil for the fascist bandits.

All in all, I hope you can use a poignant story in this novel to show the appointment that war has destroyed people, especially women, and caused disasters to the good life and human civilization, expressing strong anti-fascism and anti-aggression. The theme of the idea and the theme of deep human care. ..."

Because Vasilyev, the great writer, was in front of me, my emotions couldn't help but get a little out of control, so that what should or should not be said. I said it all out of my head. Vasilyev buried his head and kept recording in his notebook. Tavart Kiradze and Gilkin beside him also nodded frequently.

When it came to an end, Tavart Kiradze next to me gave me a thumbs up. Said with emotion: "Comrade Commander, I think you have the talent to be a writer. Even if you cannot reach the level of great Russian writers such as Tolstoy, Turgenev, Chernyshevsky, and Gorky, you still Can write a good work that will last forever."

I smiled and waved to Vasilyev, who had just finished recording the compliment of Tavart Kiradze, and said to Vasilyev, who was sitting again in a distressed position: "Comrade soldier, there is nothing important anyway, I will tell you more The troops I was in at that time hope to help you complete this new novel."

Hearing what I said, Vasilyev’s face showed a surprised expression. He said excitedly: "Comrade Commander, this is really great. I think after listening to the story you tell, I will be able to write An excellent novel."

When I slowly deleted the story in the original book drastically, I told Vasilyev again. At the end, I stood up and said to Vasilyev: "Comrade soldier, I have finished what I can tell you. I hope you can write an extraordinary work based on the materials I provided." Reached out, "Come here today, we will have a period later."

Vasilyev put down the pen and paper, held my hand in both hands, and said with gratitude: "Comrade Commander, don't worry, I will definitely live up to your expectations."

Tavart Kiradze and I left the command post and walked out~www.NovelMTL.com~ My mind was thinking about how to arrange Vasiliev, although I knew he survived the Great Patriotic War , Even in 2010 before I crossed, he was still alive and healthy. But when I think about the upcoming battle of Kursk, my heart is not at ease. I am afraid that he will be killed by a stray bullet, and there will be one less famous book that will accompany the growth of several generations in the world. For his safety, I must re-arrange a relatively safe position for him.

Thinking of this, I stopped, turned my head and looked back, and saw that it was far away from the wooden shed. Even if I said anything, Vasilyev couldn't hear it. So I euphemistically said to Tavart Kiradze: "Comrade General, after the conversation just now, you should know that this soldier Vasilyev is a promising young man, right?"

"Yes, Comrade Commander." Tawart Kirazzi is also a clever person. Hearing what I said, he immediately understood what I meant. He asked me in an enquiring tone: "I plan to transfer him to the division guard. Battalion, become a member of the guard platoon responsible for protecting the safety of the division. I don’t know how you feel about it?"

I am naturally very satisfied with the arrangement made by Tavart Kiradze, but I cannot say whether I am satisfied or not. I have to say vaguely: "Comrade General, this is an internal affair in your division. You just need to arrange it. No need to ask me for instructions." (To be continued.)