On the way to the dock, the seven of us didn''t get together. We were divided into three groups, busmanov with a soldier in the front road, two soldiers went to the back, I and the other two soldiers walked in the middle. The interval between each group is 50 meters. At this distance, when any group encounters the enemy, the other two groups can provide support in time.


    When we were bowing through the ruins, in order to make the journey not too boring, I intentionally chatted with the two soldiers around me. First of all, I asked the young soldier walking on my left, carrying a Popov submachine gun: "Hello, comrade soldier, what''s your name?"


    The soldier was stunned for a moment when he heard me ask: "are you asking me, sir?" Before I could speak, he went on, "my name is ruhovitzki. I''m from gulag."


    When I heard this word in Gulag concentration camp, I could not help looking at the soldier around me curiously. Judging from his words and deeds, it seemed that he should have come from a factory or a city before, so I tentatively asked, "Comrade ruhovitzki, how did you get into Gulag concentration camp. Is it because I was late for work three times in a row? "


    "Sir, you are wrong." Without waiting for ruhovitzki to answer me, another soldier had already preempted me and said, "he was arrested and sent to the concentration camp because he refused to hold the portrait of Stalin during the May Day parade the year before last."


    Strange reasons aroused my curiosity. I looked left and right. Except for the three of us, the rest of us were so far away that we couldn''t hear each other. So I couldn''t help asking curiously, "Comrade ruhovitzki, since you participated in the parade at that time, why don''t you want to hold the portrait of Comrade Stalin?"


    "Because I was holding my one year old daughter in my hand at that time, and I couldn''t lift a portrait at all." "I haven''t seen my daughter since I was sent to Gulag, and I don''t know what''s wrong with her now," said jouhovitzki with a gloomy look


    "Don''t worry, comrade joowitzki, when the war is over, you will see your daughter." In order to change the topic, I turned to another soldier and asked him, "Comrade soldier, what''s your name? Like him, are you from Gulag concentration camp?"


    The soldier nodded and replied, "Comrade division, your guess is quite right. My name is Mikhailov, also from Gulag concentration camp."


    "And the reason for the arrest?" At this moment, the soul of gossip in my heart is burning up, and I am eager to find out why the soldiers from Gulag concentration camp were arrested.


    Mikhailov replied with a wry smile: "my accusation is very simple: when I stop a person who makes subversive remarks in the street, I charge the crowd again for his reactionary remarks."


    I can''t laugh or cry at this accusation. It''s more bizarre than the accusation of ruhovitzki. After a silent bitter smile, I asked casually, "what crimes have all your comrades from Gulag concentration camp been arrested for?"


    "A regiment of kestrov used to be an electrician, he joked: there is no need to make a street lamp pole on the street, just give Stalin''s statue the light bulb in his hand."


    "Ignatiev of the second regiment said when drinking with his friends: I''d like to raise a glass to my motherland, if it''s for Stalin."


    "Mishenkov of the first battalion of the second regiment complained:" thank Stalin for leading the people on the broad road, but we don''t even have cows in our family. "


    "Valginets of the third regiment was even more unlucky. He queued for two hours in the grain store. When it was his turn, the grain store closed after work. "What as like as two peas, I''m going to go home and complain on the road: what I want the flour to do, communism is coming, and then we take the plates to the dining hall to get the food, just like the beggars in the street."


    "The fourth regiment''s veszenius threw cucumbers at the portrait of the national leader after he was drunk."


    "Karabatirov of the second company of guards is a Kazakh. He is charged with illegally performing his Maori duties, holding religious ceremonies and collecting fees."


    "And that martshin, after he got drunk, went to the celebration of the anniversary of the October Revolution and made a loud noise when others gave a speech."


    "The most unfortunate one is zaharku, who is in the ninth company of the third regiment. In order to be jealous, he forced his wife to write a reactionary anonymous letter in the name of his opponent. As a result, he was soon detected, and his wife and his wife went to the concentration camp."


    ……


    When they talked about their companions in the Gulag concentration camp, they were more and more excited, and their voices became louder and louder. I was frightened by the many accusations they said. It turned out that if I accidentally said a wrong word, it would bring disaster to me. I always speak at random. If I hadn''t been cared by so many thigh level characters, I might have been sent to Gulag concentration camp long ago. Thinking of this, I was shocked out in a cold sweat. In order to prevent the two people from continuing to talk, I quickly changed the topic: "Mikhail ROV, rukhowitsky, you two seem to have a good relationship."


    Mikhailov looked at rukhowitsky and said to me with a smile, "yes, sir, we have a good friendship. Rukhowitsky once saved my life." Without waiting for me to ask, he went on: "I was sent to the Gulag concentration camp in Siberia just in time for the severe winter. Our work at that time was to build fortifications for national defense, which is said to be to guard against possible attacks from Japanese countries in the East. Our daily ration is only 350 grams of bread. At night, we have a bowl of clear soup with only one or two pieces of vegetable leaves.


    Sir, if you think about it, you can''t eat enough food. Let alone work, even lying still is enough. The prisoners who took part in the construction were all puffy and swaying like walking in the swamp. If they did a little heavy work, they would sweat with stars in their eyes. Moreover, the site of the national defense fortification is seven or eight kilometers away from where we live. We have to walk for more than an hour every day. It''s strange that people can''t eat enough when it''s 40 or 50 degrees below zero. Many people just fall on the road. In addition, people who fall to the ground and can''t get up when they are working, people who die every day.


    I was very hungry once. When I was working, I suddenly felt dizzy and fell on the ground. I was sweating all over, my heart beat faster, and I was patiently waiting for death to come. Suddenly someone put a small piece of bread into my mouth. After such a small piece of bread, I slowed down and opened my eyes. It turned out that it was ruhovitzki who saved my life. Sir, don''t underestimate such a small mouthful of bread. Although it''s only tens of grams, it can save a life at a critical moment. "


    I nodded and said solemnly, "Comrade Mikhailov, I understand what you said. I have been to the besieged Leningrad, where people only have 250 grams of food quota every day, and many people die of malnutrition... "When I said this, I suddenly found that basmanov and the soldier stopped and stood beside a pile of rubble, staring in a daze. Seeing their expressions, I don''t know what happened. I quickly changed the topic. "It seems that something happened to captain basmanov. Let''s go and have a look."


    The three of us bent over and trotted all the way to basmanov. A few meters away, I asked nervously, "Hey, comrade captain, what''s the matter?"


    Basmanov looked back at me with a sad face, pointed to the front and said sadly, "Comrade division, please have a look. These are our comrades in arms!"


    I didn''t know why. I followed the direction of his fingers and looked forward. I was shocked by the scene in front of me. There were hundreds of unattended wounded lying in the streets full of craters and debris in front of them, except for the wounded who were too seriously injured to move and were turning over and moaning in pain; The injury was slightly lighter, and the wounded who could bounce were struggling to climb towards the dock.


    Seeing the tragic situation of our army''s heavily wounded, I grabbed basmanov''s arm and asked in a loud voice, "what''s the matter, where are the health workers, and why are so many seriously injured people left here? You know, in such cold weather, if no one cares about them, most of the wounded will not live until dark. "


    Basmanov spread his hands and said in a helpless tone: "Sir, I don''t know what happened. I saw this scene when I came here just now. I also want to save them, but there are only a few of us. There are hundreds of wounded here. How many can we save? "


    "As much as we can save, we can''t watch them die in front of us." Half way through my words, I suddenly thought that it was not far from the third regiment. I immediately thought of a solution, so I told basmanov, "Comrade captain, it''s not far from the third regiment. Let major Godunov send someone to take all the wounded to them."


    "Yes Basmanov agreed and left quickly with the soldier beside him.


    I waited for the two soldiers walking behind to come up, and then I set out again for the wharf. When we passed through the heavily wounded who could not move, the dying soldiers stretched out their bloody hands to us, spewed out words in a hoarse voice, and begged us bitterly: "help, help, help, help, help, help, help us, I, we don''t want to die!"


    I stopped and said to the wounded in a loud voice, "comrades, I''m major general oshanina, the division commander of the independent division. I''ve sent someone back to call the health officer of our division. Don''t worry. I won''t abandon you. Please wait patiently. Our health workers and rescue workers will be here soon. " Because I was worried that staying here for too long would delay my task, so after finishing these words, I had to harden my heart, take a few of my subordinates, carefully step over a cold corpse, quickly pass by the crawling wounded, and walk straight to the wharf.


    As always, the dock was in chaos, with civilians fleeing and soldiers carrying materials. I didn''t know where the ship that commander yelomienko was going to dock, so I had to walk along the river bank for a while, and I didn''t see any ships dock. I grabbed a captain commander who passed by me and asked in a loud voice, "Hello, comrade captain, have you seen any commanders from across the river today?"


    The captain glanced at the rank on the collar of our army''s coat and quickly replied, "I''m sorry, comrade colonel. I''ve been ordered to bring people here to collect materials. I don''t see any commander coming from the other side of the river."


    After thanking him, I let him go. He stood in a daze in the crowd until he saw another commander with a higher rank, a major, in the crowd. He rushed to catch him and asked him if he had seen a senior commander coming from the other side of the river. Unexpectedly, the major also brought people to the dock to collect materials. He never met the person I was looking for.


    Just as I was so frustrated that I couldn''t finish the task given to me by trakov, basmanov trotted to me with seven or eight soldiers. As they ran, they cried out to me: "teacher, comrade teacher, where are you?" I quickly squeezed out of the crowd and went to meet them. At the same time, I loudly promised busmanov, "Comrade captain, I''m here."