Soviet Union 1991

Second update, one more update

Kryuchkov and Pugo have never been as busy as this April. In order to protect this temporary organization and show a grand military parade, the two of them checked all the possible hidden dangers around Red Square. For the Soviet people, this may be an ordinary military parade, but for Yanaev, the significance of this military parade is no less than the Red Square military parade on November 7, 1941.

Yanaev was adjusting his suit in front of the mirror. This was his first appearance in front of the leaders of socialist countries, in addition to Cuba's Castro, Vietnam's General Secretary Du Mei, the representative of the Mongolian Republic, the leader of the Czechoslovak Republic Jan Strasky, the leader of North Korea, and the representative of the southern neighbor. The once mighty socialist camp fell apart with Gorbachev's stupid reform, and now there are only six countries that survive tenaciously in the storm.

Yanayev looked at himself in the mirror, looking a little haggard, and took a deep breath. He didn't know how to face his former allies. Because of the mistakes of a stupid leader, the entire camp that could compete with the West no longer existed. The Soviet Union was ashamed of the leaders of those socialist countries.

At this time, the door behind him rang, and Yanayev said, "Come in." Pugo and Kryuchkov came out of the door one after another and reported to Yanaev, "Everything has been arranged, General Secretary Yanaev. We have made perfect security arrangements this time."

"Yeah." Yanaev replied, turned around and said to Pugo, "What about the security measures for leaders of various countries? In case of any accidents during the military parade, their safety must be guaranteed first, understand?"

"There will be absolutely no accidents during the military parade." Pugo emphasized again, and he said with some doubt, "But General Secretary Yanaev, I have never seen you as worried as you are now. Is there anything you are particularly concerned about in this military parade?"

"Nothing, I just feel a little emotional." Looking at the colorful flags flying outside the Kremlin window. Yanayev said slowly, "Everyone, I miss the former glorious Soviet Union. It was like a proud and conceited king, ruling over millions of people. It is not like now, with gorgeous clothes on the outside, but actually rotten. It only takes a slight shock, and the entire Soviet Union will fall apart."

"But we survived the most difficult times, didn't we?" KGB Chairman Kryuchkov said, "Everyone thought that the Soviet Union would cease to exist in the August 19th coup, but we still survived, and the Soviet Union is still one of the few superpowers. All this. Is it possible? Isn't it all thanks to General Secretary Yanaev? Although we have suffered setbacks, the Soviet Union will not fall, we will only get better and better. "

"I also believe that the Soviet Union will get better and better." Yanaev smiled at the two people. He should not look sad on this festive day. Yanaev restrained his expression and said calmly to the two people around him, "Now let's go to Red Square to review the army and welcome the people's eyes."

The neat and clean Red Square in Moscow is preparing to welcome the arrival of the army. The blue sky and the red walls of the Kremlin complement each other. The crowds that have already gathered are looking forward to the review square passing by. Those Soviet veterans of World War II also gathered together, quietly waiting for the start of the military parade.

Some of them also stood on the Red Square in dishevel in November 1941, waiting for the call to assemble. They have also witnessed the brutal artillery fire of the German Nazis and the blurred backs facing the bullets. They also followed the steel torrent into Berlin and witnessed the flag of victory being planted on the roof of the Reichstag.

They were proud of the strength of their motherland. Although the war deprived them of their most precious things, the great motherland did not let these people who suffered from the war lose more.

It was the first time for the veteran Vasily to participate in a grand military parade. Coming from a small town in the countryside, he looked at the solemn and solemn Red Square in Moscow and instantly remembered his comrades who had long been separated from him. He choked and said, "Did you see it? Dear comrades, this is the powerful motherland you were looking forward to at that time!"

Before the ceremony began, Vasily, leaning on a cane and supported by others, visited the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier in the Alexander Garden outside the red wall of the Kremlin on the northwest side of the Red Square. It was built on the eve of the Victory Day of the Great Patriotic War in 1967. On the dark red marble mausoleum facing north and running east-west, there are bronze sculptures of helmets and military flags slightly to the west. The shape is simple and bright, and the meaning is solemn and profound.

There is a convex five-star torch in front of the tomb. The flame in the center of the five stars has been burning since it was built and has never been extinguished, symbolizing that the spirit of the martyrs will always illuminate the world.

Vasily placed pure white flowers in front of the tombstone. This tombstone built to commemorate the unknown martyrs who died in the Great Patriotic War reminded him of his comrades who once resisted the Nazi iron hoof in the trenches. With tears in his eyes, he seemed to see the continuous artillery fire and the comrades who kept moving forward and never stopped.

"Dear comrades, after so many years, I finally have the opportunity to see you again. Although I don't know where your bodies are buried in the motherland, I know that your souls will gather in this place and will never disperse or perish. So I choose to be here and present this bouquet of flowers to you."

What stood in front of Vasily was not a cold tombstone, but an immortal monument poured with the blood and souls of countless martyrs. The great heroic spirit still holds the steel gun and stands in front of the unmarked tombstone, guarding every inch of the territory of the motherland, regardless of the wind or the sun, never leaving.

Because the Red Square military parade was about to be held, the Alexander Garden seemed particularly quiet. Only the burning and dancing flames accompanied Vasily, just like his former comrades chatting and laughing with him.

"Thank you to the great martyrs for everything you have sacrificed. It was your sacrifice of life that made our great motherland prosperous. Your achievements will be remembered by the world forever." The peaceful atmosphere of the unnamed tombstone was broken, and Vasily appeared next to him. A young girl was born, and she also added a bouquet of flowers to the unknown tombstone.

The little girl came all the way from Volgograd with her father to attend this annual celebration. His father had been telling him the great stories of the heroes of World War II before, so the little girl also wanted to visit the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. She said that when she grows up, she should be like those heroes, inherit the will of the ancestors and defend the great country.

Vasily stroked the tombstone gently, and his white-haired face was engraved on the marble tombstone as smooth as a mirror, as well as the faces of the young soldiers wearing helmets that he suddenly saw. He knew this was an illusion that had plagued him all these years. Those comrades died long ago in the cold winter of 1941. When they were already gray-haired, their young and never-aging faces were engraved on the tombstones.

"Look, isn't this the grand scene of the motherland that you wanted to see? Our flesh and blood have given us a stable and strong country. The people will remember you forever, just like they remember the October Revolution. Sacrifice. Your great achievements will never be forgotten, and your spirit will last forever."

After Vasily said these words, the wind suddenly started blowing in the quiet Alexander Garden, and the green pines on both sides began to sway, and the pine branches collided with each other, making a wave-like sound, just like the dead people responding to Vasily's words.

"Grandpa, who are you talking to?" the little girl asked timidly in a childish voice. It was obvious that Vasily's soliloquy frightened her. The little girl's father was not around at this time, so she quietly came over and asked Vasily.

"The person on the tombstone." Vasily said seriously, looking at her autumn eyes.

The little girl also imitated Vasily and stared at the tombstone for a long time, but did not see the so-called person on the tombstone. She shook her head, pointed at the tombstone, and said to the weird old man in front of her, "You are lying to me, where is the person on the tombstone?" There are no people, look, there are only my reflections and yours.”

"Little girl, of course you can't see it, because I am the only one who can see these people." Vasily looked at the gradually blurring young faces on the tombstone and said to himself, "They are all great heroes." (To be continued~^~)