Past events in Beicheng

Chapter 1

Torres stomped his feet impatiently. The noise of the train station made his ears buzz, as if a beetle with flapping wings was shut in his head, which made people restless.The wall clock on the platform pointed to three o'clock, but there was still no sign of the train that was supposed to arrive.

"Hey, comrades!" The old man wearing a cotton hat complained to his poorly dressed companions: "This damn weather can't make people quiet! Is this a busy city? Ah? What a shame!"

Torres put his hands into his straight military uniform and took a few steps towards the platform, as if he was eagerly looking forward to someone's arrival, but in his heart it was not the case at all.When he was a little away from the crowd, he remembered the purpose of his actions. In fact, this purpose is not too bad. If there is no such weather, alas, why did he come to the train station to pick up a middle/ What about the Chinese?

Yes, a Chinese/Chinese person.

When he was in Moscow, Torres met several Chinese people who came to study abroad. No matter how tall, short, fat or thin, they all had a pair of eyes that they forgot to open.But there's nothing wrong with that, as long as these Chinese comrades ensure that their eyes don't freeze in this world of ice and snow.

In a joke Torres told himself, the train finally pulled into the station.

The crowd began to squeeze towards the car doors, ready to exchange up and down, the stewardess whistle blew "puff-puff-puff", and the hot air from people's mouths almost hit each other's faces.

In order to show enthusiasm, Torres also took a few steps forward, and began to search aimlessly for yellow skin and small eyes.

The clock pointed to 5:5, and the train would only stop at the train/ning/ge/le station for [-] minutes. The [-] minutes had obviously passed, the train whistle sounded, and the crew members returned to the train.

"Damn it!" Torres looked around: "Don't get in the wrong car!"

"Hello!"

Curt Russian.

Torres turned his head, and the person in front of him surprised him slightly, whether it was because of his stiff British style coat, or because of the mink fur on his coat collar, or because of his big eyes, Torres couldn't tell .

"Hello!" The Chinese looked around and did not see other people in military uniforms, so he showed an affirmative expression.

"Hello! I'm Torres Andreyevich Rolinatis."

"Hi! I'm Wang Yao." Wang Yao stretched out his hand: "Nice to meet you, Comrade Lolinatis."

Torres breathed a sigh of relief. Although Comrade Wang Yao's Russian tone was terrible, he was the most fluent Chinese he had ever met.

"Have you studied Russian?"

"I have studied for two years."

"Oh, then you speak Russian quite well!"

"You're doing well, I've been in Germany before, so it's relatively easy to learn Russian."

Torres glanced at his advanced suit again, expressing his conviction: "It's too cold here, Comrade Wang Yao, I'm here to pick you up on behalf of the Bu/Joan/Ni Military Communication Academy, here, please give me your luggage, Che It's just outside the train station, you know, and I can't drive it in."

This comrade may not be proficient in Russian jokes, he didn't laugh, but politely passed the luggage over.

The snow made the roads in Le/Ning/Ge/Le wet and slippery, and Torres lowered the gear of the car: "Ah, Comrade Wang Yao, we will start school in September, so now the dormitories are all arranged. You Although the place where you live is a little far away from us, it is not far away. And there is a classmate living with you, who only came half a month earlier than you. "

Wang Yao nodded: "Before coming, Professor Victor Vasilyev Beliayev talked with me on the phone, and thanked the school for making special arrangements for me. I went to Mo The roads of /S/Ke are almost all in war zones, these trips have been delayed for a lot of time, which is really troublesome for the school.”

"No, no, are you our distinguished guests?"

The tall classical buildings of Lenin/Ning/Ge/Legao were gradually forgotten.Torres didn't seem to be keen on introducing those Tsarist/Russian-style buildings. He pointed to his eyes: "Look, our school is right there, and this area is full of schools. Your dormitory is by the river, you must remember The name of the river, as you can see, is all rivers. Lenin/Ge/Le University is on the second street of Vasilyevsky Island, not far away, if you have time, you can Go for a walk."

The wind and snow all over the sky blurred the buildings in the distance, and Wang Yao couldn't distinguish the outline of the so-called "Len/Nin/Ge/Le University not far away", so he gave up trying and turned his attention to the front This single family three story building comes up.

Torres closed the car door and picked up the luggage: "Ah, by the way, his name is Ivan Ivanovich Braginsky."

Torres handed the key to Wang Yao, and was about to take this opportunity to give a perfect introduction to Comrade Braginsky, but Comrade Braginski appeared in the big hall of the dormitory by himself at this stall. the door.

"Ivan! It's class time, why are you still in the dormitory!"

The other party ignored Torres' exclamation, and just glanced at the luggage in Torres' hand lightly: "I didn't close the door upstairs, and the outer bed is empty."

"Where are you going?" Torres was carrying the luggage, and it was not convenient to turn around.

"Library." It seemed that after walking a long way, the other party responded perfunctorily.

"Comrade Rolinatis?"

"You can call me Torres," Torres also wanted to resolve the embarrassment: "but you'd better call him Braginsky, haha."

The Chinese/Chinese seemed to understand the joke this time, and he also smiled, but he was obviously not very interested in Braginski's topic. He raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "I'm not familiar with the school, no I know if I can see Professor Belyayev today."

Ah, by the way, this person is still half of his teacher. Torres dragged his luggage up the steps: "Professor Belyayev is our mechanical teacher. He should have no class in the afternoon. I can take you there later." his office."

Wang Yao inserted the key into the keyhole and turned it a few times. The door of the not-so-old dormitory was opened. The room was not as warm as he had imagined, at least not so warm that he was about to take off his coat.

The rooms are on the third floor, with a spiral staircase reminiscent of French architecture, but the surrounding furnishings are not exquisite, and the standard in general cannot be more standard than a standard university dormitory.The room was relatively large, and the heated bed had already been "occupied". Wang Yao took off his gloves and threw them on the "outside" bed that Braginski explained.Two beds are placed side by side, and there is a small drawer in the alleyway in the middle. There is a bottle of wine on the drawer. This kind of wine is not common in Germany. It should be the rumored vodka. Although the bottle is full, But apparently it was unscrewed.

The end of the bed is facing the window, and in front of the window is a writing desk for two people, half of which is empty, and the other half is neatly placed with some books.The room was dry but cold, as clean as if no one lived in it.

"Look, this is the bathroom. There is one in each room. The bathroom is not big, but it is enough. Don't touch this water pipe. This is a hot water pipe, and there is only hot water in it." Torres opened the toilet door and closed it .

"Thank you."

I have to say that this is the most enthusiastic Soviet/Union comrade Wang Yao has met since he set foot on this land, except of course, after he was at the wine table.The friendly Soviet/Union comrade took Wang Yao to look over the infrastructure in every detail, and then he took Wang Yao downstairs to meet the professor he wanted to see with confidence.

Professor Belyayev's office is much warmer than that dormitory, but the enthusiasm of the professor himself is hard to say.

"Hello, boy," Belyayev turned his head: "Torris, what are you doing here? It's still class time, don't dawdle."

Torres didn't dare to mutter, walked out of the room dejectedly, and closed the door behind him.

"You idiots," Belyayev dragged out a chair to Wang Yao, "You were too polite on the phone. You are my teaching assistant and deserve to be treated like a teacher. You know, the Tsarist/Russian period has long passed Lah, not every professor has a teaching assistant now, do you think I should thank the society/society/lord/righteousness/system/degree? After all, I am honored to meet you."

"Professor, as long as it doesn't involve toasting." Wang Yao took off his coat and sat down.

"Oh," Belyayev narrowed his eyes: "Maybe I really need a drink. I actually greeted an interesting young man. Would you like a drink? Interesting young man, you know, I'm looking for an interesting young man now." How difficult it is for people."

"If it's tea, I'm very honored."

"The Soviet Union also has tea." Belyayev took out tea from his small cabinet, brewed a cup and handed it to Wang Yao: "I read your resume, you graduated from Stuttgart Technology in Germany College, oh no, you haven't graduated yet, I don't remember this college being a three-year program."

"Because 1937 was not an ordinary year, I learned from the newspaper that Japan/Japan had started the invasion/war/war against China, so I chose to return to China."

"For the motherland?" Belyayev frowned: "What a good reason, you gave up the most valuable year in Stuttgart. And you majored in mechanical engineering, why do you want to switch to communication engineering now? You know, the two are completely unrelated."

"Because we want to offer this course at West/South/Union/University, I am the most suitable candidate for the time being."

"Your grades in Stuttgart are very good. I think your professor must be crying for your choice."

"Yes, I can hear his cries even in China, but now in the Soviet Union, it seems that his cries are even louder."

Belyayev laughed loudly: "Ah! God! I don't regret giving you my precious tea now! Would you like another cup, young man? Hahaha, what's your name."

"Wang Yao."

"Comrade Wang Yao," said Belyayev, "this is the textbook for this course. We didn't use the German ones, nonsense, because this is the Soviet Union. So I think you have to take a look. But don't worry too much, we teach a bunch of idiots, the one you saw just now is one of them. They are not mechanical students, they are a bunch of officers waiting for promotion, the schooling period is only two years, after After these two years, they are company commanders or political instructors, that is to say, after these two years, they have to completely forget what you taught. You know, I have experienced this a lot, you idiots. We You can do more discussions on professional issues, just don’t talk about politics with me, because I can’t help laughing when I talk about this, alas, why should I laugh? I am a member of the Communist Party. They all say you are our VIPs, who knows, but you count as VIPs in my eyes. So I will spare a lot of time for you to take your professional courses, you know our communication engineering in Bu/Joan/Ni It’s great, nonsense, otherwise we wouldn’t be called the Faculty of Communication, and this is not the University of Moscow, nor the University of Lenin/George/Leh. You should come to study communication engineering, Comrade Wang Yao, You've come to the right place."

Wang Yao nodded: "Remember your teachings, Comrade Professor."

After half a cup of tea, Professor Belyayev hurriedly ended the conversation between them: "You have to go to eat, you are not like I have a wife waiting at home, the cafeteria will not wait for you, go , boy, enjoy Boo/Joan/Nee's food, it will taste better if I can get some motor oil to put in the soup. Poor boy, I hope you can live."

"Well, Professor, I hope to see you again tomorrow morning."

Belyayev laughed again, put on his hat and went out.

Wang Yao, who had eaten German brown bread, didn't think there was anything bad about the red cabbage soup, at least the taste of Bu/Joan/Ni was not much worse than that of Mo/S/University of Science.By the time I drank the last sip of soup, it was already completely dark, and people in the cafeteria began to rush out one after another, but the blizzard outside showed no sign of stopping.

The wind and snow all over the sky dimmed the light of the street lamps, Wang Yao wrapped his coat tightly, and stepped out of the gate of the cafeteria.

Among the group of people wearing Soviet/Union military uniforms, Wang Yao's clothes are a bit conspicuous, but who cares?Everyone lowered their heads and tried to avoid snowflakes pouring into their noses. No one wanted to stay outside in November in Len/Ning/Ge/Le, let alone at night.

The blizzard had buried the roadbeds on both sides. Wang Yao moved his legs with difficulty, trying to remember the location of the dormitory. Ah, yes, Torres said that he should remember the name of the river. Which river is it?

Oops, Torres didn't say anything at all.

When Wang Yao raised his head to carefully recognize the way, there were very few pedestrians around him, and when he was thinking about how to describe that building, he was already alone.

Wang Yao had no choice but to stand still, thinking whether to go back the same way, suddenly, a hand pushed behind his back.

"Ivan?" Wang Yao turned his head, but suddenly remembered Torris' joke: "Bula..."

This gust of wind seemed to come to irritate Comrade Braginsky, it gave Wang Yao a mouthful of snow, and made Wang Yao shut up.

Ivan blocked the direction of the wind: "Are you lost?"

"I think so." Wang Yao grabbed his collar tightly: "Sorry..."

"Follow me." Ivan turned around and walked into the snow.

Wang Yao braved the wind and snow and began to follow up with difficulty. In the howling wind, Wang Yao couldn't help but began to complain, complaining why the tsar/emperor drew his sword and cut off a piece of turf here. It seemed that it must be summer when he came.

It wasn't until Ivan closed the door of the dormitory that Wang Yao breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't take off your coat, there is a problem with the heating in this building." Ivan stopped Wang Yao's actions, and then went upstairs.

The bedroom is obviously warmer than downstairs.

"Want to help?"

Seeing that Wang Yao dragged out his luggage, Ivan put down the book in his hand.

"thank you very much."

Wang Yao started to take out his clothes and hung them in the closet one by one, while Ivan squatted down and picked up the books in the box: "Do you read German?"

Wang Yao nodded.

"Can you lend me this book?" Ivan put the books on the desk and stacked them.

"Paul the Marionette? Of course."

Ivan put the book on the bedside chest of drawers, next to his wine bottle.When Wang Yao came out of the shower, Ivan was already sitting by the bed and started reading.

Wang Yao looked at the thickness he had turned over: "Your German is very good, Comrade Braginski."

"My mother is a professor of German at the University of Moscow."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Wang Yao sat opposite him.

"Ah, no," Ivan raised his head, "I don't mean to show off, I just want to say that I had a lot of exposure to German when I was young, so German is not an obstacle for me."

Through the light, Wang Yao saw his purple eyes, and Ivan glanced at him, then lowered his head again.

"Then can we speak German?" Wang Yao felt that he was not as cold as he saw during the day.

This time Ivan did not look up: "Didn't you come to the Soviet Union to learn Russian? What's more, although Germany has established diplomatic relations with us, they are not welcome here in essence, and neither is the language."

After a moment of silence, Ivan seemed to be aware of Wang Yao's embarrassment: "The heating in this house is not suitable for you to sit and chat with me like this, well, you'd better lie on the bed. It's not that I can't speak German with you , if you want. As you can see, I have to go to the shower, good night."

"Good night." Wang Yao lay down carefully on his little bed.At the first moment when he crossed the Soviet/Soviet Union border, he discovered that this country full of big people has pocket-sized "small beds".You have to maintain a "dignified" sleeping position to sleep peacefully until morning.

The long journey has accumulated too much fatigue, and the sound of wind and snow hitting the glass quickly disappeared from Wang Yao's ears. This was his first night in Lenin/Ge/Le.Interesting or uninteresting people and events may not be enough to impress him.He just knew exactly that this was another long journey of his own, and no matter how tired he was, he had to persist in the long journey.

The author has something to say: Note: The Stuttgart Institute of Technical Engineering was renamed Stuttgart Higher Technical Institute in 1876 and the University of Stuttgart in 1976. It is one of the oldest technical universities in Germany, and its mechanical engineering specialty is especially famous.

Note: The Budyonny Military Communication and Electrotechnical College was established in 1919. The school mainly trains Soviet/Army signal soldiers, commanders and engineers.

Note: On July 1937, 7, the Marco Polo Bridge Incident.

注：西南联大成立于1938年4月，由西迁至昆明的国立北京大学、国立清华大学等学校组成。于1946年7月31日停止办学。

Note: "Paul the Puppeteer" German novel, author: Theodor Sturm.