Soviet Union 1991

(Second update)

But Zvyad's unscrupulous trampling of Soviet sovereignty also aroused the indignation of some true patriots. Although the Soviet Red Army who had fought for the great ideals in the Great Patriotic War had grown old, they could no longer bear it when they saw the bronze statue of Lenin being pushed down on TV. They voluntarily took to the streets to denounce the shameless behavior of separatist forces! Even in the face of the aggressive students, the Soviet veteran Corporal Ivauri, who lost an arm in the Battle of Stalingrad, was not afraid.

The gray-haired Corporal Ivauri stood in military uniform opposite the groups of students with a serious expression. But there was no one around him, just as he was fearless when facing the Nazi iron hoof in the snowy foxhole in 1942, and the Red Star Medal on his chest shone in the sun.

"Stop, kids, look at what you are doing!" Corporal Ivauri sternly scolded. He stood one step ahead of the marching students. The more indignant he was, the more powerless he seemed. His empty sleeves swayed in the wind, as if telling of his distant comrades and past pains.

Corporal Ivauri had a vague illusion that he was standing on the battlefield of the great Patriotic War again. After all his teammates died, he was the only one holding a submachine gun and pointing it at the invading Nazi enemy.

"Old man, what are you doing? Get out of here." The leading student didn't care about him. What kind of threat could a stinky old man over sixty pose to them? He raised his middle finger to Ivauri and said disdainfully, "What does an old man know? We are saving this country from the ravages of the Soviet beasts. If you dare to oppose us, you are a traitor."

"Traitor?" Ivauri's veins bulged when he heard this, and he could no longer suppress his indignation. He grabbed the empty sleeve on the other side with his right hand, walked straight to the student who was taller than him, and said angrily, "Do you see this? When you were not even born, I was risking my life for this country and devoting my youth to it. Spring! I lost an arm in the war in 1942. Our generation has exchanged blood for your stable life today, and you ignorant children actually want to destroy everything your fathers fought for! "

"You can call me an old man, you can call me a disabled waste, but you can't call me a traitor, I love this country!"

Iwauri's lips were trembling. At this moment, he remembered the battlefield filled with smoke decades ago. The political commissar sitting with him chatted about the future during a short ceasefire. He asked the political commissar what his biggest wish was. The political commissar, who looked a little bookish with glasses, answered him, "I hope that our descendants will never experience such war grief. They can live in a peaceful environment and grow up happily and become useful people to society. For such a beautiful future, I am willing to give everything I have. "

Iwauri will always remember the longing eyes of the young political commissar when he said this, as bright as the North Star. He also remembered the expression of the political commissar who was running in the front and fell to the ground when he was hit in the heart by an enemy bullet during the last charge. The words the political commissar said before his death still echoed in Ivauri's ears. It was not the same main theme as the wartime propaganda, but a sentence that could not be simpler. After saying it, he closed his eyes forever with a smile.

"Political commissar, you said it was for the children and for the future. But look at what these children are doing. They are ruining everything we have fought for." Ivauri wiped his red eyes with his hands, and his mouth twitched slightly.

The student leader was puzzled at first. Why did this old man suddenly block him? When his eyes swept the Red Star Medal on the old man's chest, he suddenly realized that this guy was a former Soviet Red Army. When he was about to bypass him and continue to move forward, an idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

Since he was against the Soviet regime, why not attack this old guy?

He made a quiet gesture to the restless team behind him, and the originally noisy team slowly quieted down. He turned around and said to the students behind him, "Be quiet and listen to me."

The student leader pointed his left finger at Ivauri in front of him and shouted, "Aren't we going to oppose the Soviet regime? Look, the old man in front of us is a running dog loyal to that brutal dictatorship! A loyal slave who has been kneeling and licking for decades. Classmates, it is such a running dog that is the stumbling block to our Georgian democracy and progress. We must never let such people go. What should we do?"

"Down with this Soviet running dog!" The students behind him shouted in unison, humiliating Ivauri with the most vicious words, completely ignoring that the other party was an old man in his twilight years.

"Yes, down with the Soviet running dog, long live the Georgian Democratic Front!" The student leader repeated the slogan, and a student next to him happened to be holding a bottle of milk in his hand. He grabbed it and walked in front of Ivauri.

"What do you want to do!" Iwauri stared at the man viciously. To be honest, he really wanted to slap him in the face. However, the discipline that has always been emphasized in the army was deeply engraved in his heart, so Iwauri did not attack this ignorant junior.

Without saying a word, he picked up the bottle of milk, raised it high over Ivauri's head, and then poured the whole glass of milk on him. The white milk slowly flowed down his hat, flowing over it and shining brightly. The shining red star flowed through the solemn and neat military uniforms, through his eyes clouded with tears, and through his disappointed and sad heart.

After pouring the milk, he held back the bottle and gave a victory sign to the person behind him. When he turned his head around, he was punched hard in front of him. Ivauri pounced on the student leader as an angry lion. When everyone screamed, the young and strong student used all his energy to push Ivauri back. The humiliated veteran could no longer He can no longer be as young and powerful as he was when he slit the Nazi's throat. He was pushed directly to the ground by the student leader, and the medal on his chest fell into the mud, covering it with a layer of dust, obscuring the medal's shine in the sun.

The student leader wiped the blood from his nostrils, walked over, stepped on Ivauri's chest, and said sarcastically, "Fuck you, get out of my way now, does an old man still want to do something? I don't even look at it." Look at how many people are behind us, you are just one person. How dare you talk to us like this, lackey!"

Ivauri looked at him with unyielding eyes. When he touched his chest and found that the medal was missing, he quickly struggled to stand up and look for the glory that once belonged to him.

The sharp-eyed student leader saw the fallen Red Star medal. Before Ivauri could reach it, he stepped on it and kicked the red star hard into the black and smelly roadside ditch. The medal fell into the pool along with the mud.

"A lackey should behave like a lackey, and don't always look aloof." He sneered, calling to the students behind him to continue walking forward and ignore this person.

The student team continued to move forward. Some of the students who passed by Iwauri shook their heads with sympathetic eyes. Some of them walked by indifferently and sneered in return. Some students vomited on Iwauri. A mouthful of phlegm.

Everyone has forgotten those war-torn years. In order to defend their country, the company to which this old man belonged all sacrificed their lives except for him. The blood and flags of their fathers were exchanged for ruin and humiliation.

"Company Commander, Political Commissar, I'm really sorry for you." Ivauri touched his eyes with the back of his dirty hands, crying uncontrollably, leaving black marks on his face, like those gray-headed young faces during the Great Patriotic War. Same. It's just that this time he fell down and never stood up again.

On this day, everyone passing by the street saw an old man wearing a dirty military uniform sitting on the street, burying his head in his arms, sobbing.

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