Chapter 350
The first part of the song is quite sad. Of course, if it was just sad, then the song would obviously be inferior. But when entering the second part, Yuri raised his voice, and it felt like he was brewing a momentum.
"Boom!" As his military boots stomped hard on the floor, the tune of the Bayan suddenly accelerated again, and at the same time, the climax of the whole song came.
To make you stand proud in the world
For you, Motherland
We will persevere
For you, Motherland
We will sing as we walk
For you, Motherland
Three shouts for you, Ulla.
As the loud singing continued, thunderous applause broke out in the banquet hall.
As the world's first complete red regime, no matter how it is evaluated by future generations, no matter how it is recorded in history books, or what problems exist within its system, at least, at this moment, the atmosphere in the entire country is positive.
The Western world calls this country's enthusiasm fanaticism and patriotism nationalism. They believe that this country is full of persecution and hunger, and inequality and unfairness are everywhere. They use all kinds of propaganda to discredit and slander it. But in fact, no one can deny that this kind of fanaticism and nationalism is what a country and a nation need most in the process of rising.
The so-called democracy and freedom of the West cannot save a country with weak roots and poverty. It can only make the country continue to be poor and backward, and make all the people in this country suffer endless poverty in their apparent freedom, with no future at all.
And those Western countries that seem to be democratic and free can look at it with contempt, hypocritically praise its so-called democracy, and at the same time happily reap the pitiful wealth it has produced.
All the containment and slander of the Soviet Union by Westerners is because this country is dangerous. To some extent, this country is indeed dangerous, because any country that has the potential to surpass Western countries is dangerous in their eyes. In the next few decades, the Soviet Union is this dangerous country, and in a few decades, Japan will be this dangerous country, and in the 21st century, China will be that dangerous country.
For a group of people who live in a cesspool, eating shit and drinking urine, anyone holding bread in their hands is an outlier.
Yuri sang the whole song twice. When it reached its climax the second time, everyone in the banquet hall sang along, and everyone's eyes were wet.
Everyone in this hall may have a desire to fight for power and gain, or have their own little calculations, but at the same time, everyone here has also come through that cruel war, and everyone has a soft spot in their hearts. In the singing, they inevitably recalled certain things during the war, so it is inevitable that they were moved.
Finally, after the whole song was finished, amid thunderous applause, Yuri stood up, took off the bayan on his shoulder, wiped his eyes, and said: "Thank you, this song is dedicated to all the comrades . They may not have the opportunity to stand in this hall of honor like us, but as long as we remember them, they will live forever."
As he finished speaking, an image of a guy with a map on his forehead flashed through his mind for no reason. Yes, who knows what will happen in the future? Maybe that guy is really a superman, because he defeated the entire country by himself. He accomplished what millions of Germans failed to do, and he dumped nearly tens of millions of Soviet Red Army remains into the gutter.
I hope that when he dies, he can find a peaceful purpose, and I hope that the Nobel Peace Prize can bring peace to his soul.
Well, the future is still far away after all, and for Yuri, he will not allow anyone to jump out and cause trouble while he is alive. If no one comes to act as the stabilizer of this country, he doesn't mind doing it himself, not for anything else, just because he is a Soviet marshal.
After the banquet, Yuri left the Grand Kremlin Palace and got into his car.
At this time, his license plate was also changed, and a small flag was added to the front of the car. All these indicated that the person in the car was a Soviet marshal with great merit. In the Soviet Union, this was a hero, a hero who should be respected by everyone.
As the car drove on the way to the villa, the radio speakers on both sides of the road were broadcasting news, including the news that Yuri and Sokolovsky were awarded the rank of Soviet Marshal. I believe that this news will spread all over the world before tomorrow.
When the car returned to the villa area and entered the main gate of the villa area, the guard on duty saw the flag in front of the car and was obviously stunned for a moment. Then he quickly stood up straight, saluted and saluted at the same time, and his body slowly turned with the shape of the vehicle, always facing the direction of the car.
When the car finally stopped in front of the villa courtyard, Yuri saw through the car window that Angelica was already waiting on the steps in front of the door. This woman was even more enthusiastic than him.
While waiting for the guard to open the car door, Yuri got out of the car holding his military cap. While putting the military cap on his head, he said to the guard: "You don't need to pick me up this afternoon. Come back tomorrow morning."
"Yes," the guard saluted and responded, then walked quickly over and opened the white fence gate of the courtyard for him.
Yuri nodded to the guard and walked into the yard. At this time, Angelica had already come to meet him. Her steps were steady and unhurried, and she looked dignified and polite.
Behind her, the guard closed the gate and turned back to the car. Angelica held her husband's arm, staring at his collar without moving her eyes. At this moment, she felt that the star seemed more beautiful than the most expensive treasure in the world.
The couple walked slowly to the front of the villa. When the door closed behind them, all of Angelica's dignity disappeared in an instant. She jumped in front of Yuri, covered her lips tightly with one hand, and at the same time, her legs were moving quickly on the ground, as if she was jumping or running on the spot, and a suppressed, weird sound like a kitten's meow came from her throat.
Yuri was amused by her and took off his hat and put it directly on her head.
Angelica took off her hat and threw herself into his arms. She tilted her face up and kissed him all over the face, holding him tightly in her arms, as if she was afraid that he would suddenly fly away.
"Okay," Yuri said with a smile after letting her toss around for a while, "Go get me a glass of water, I'm almost dying of thirst."
Angelica then let him go and trotted away.
Yuri walked to the sofa in the living room and threw himself firmly into it. He reached out to grab a pack of cigarettes from the coffee table, unbuttoned his dress collar with his hands, and took off the Marshal Star. Since he got the Marshal Star, he had not had time to take a closer look at it.
Yuri had received this kind of star before, but it was not the Marshal Star, but the General Star. The two stars looked similar from a distance, but in fact they were very different. The General Star also had diamonds, but only one in the center, while the Marshal Star had a diamond at each corner, plus the big diamond in the center, for a total of six diamonds.
Of course, the value of this thing is definitely not reflected in those diamonds, but in the honor it represents. After all, in today's Soviet Union, there are only about a dozen such marshal stars.
Angelica, who had gone to pour water, quickly came back. She placed the cup in front of Yuri, then sat down next to him, staring at the star in his hand.
Yuri smiled, handed her the Marshal Star, and took out a box containing the badge and ribbon from his pocket and stuffed them into her hand.
"Is this a real diamond?" Angelica took the star, turned it over and over to admire it for a while, and suddenly thought of something. She rubbed the largest diamond with her fingertips and asked in a low voice.
"That's right. Comrade Stalin would not use a piece of glass to deceive people," Yuri said with a laugh.
Angelica glanced at him in reproach and went to look through the badges and ribbons in the box.
Yuri ignored her and unbuttoned his dress. He took off the dress, which was heavy with medals hanging on it, and carefully placed it on the back of the sofa.
"Oh, right, this morning, people from the General Political Department sent over three more dresses," Angelica seemed to have thought of something. She carefully put the star into the box, then stood up, took Yuri's dress, and said.
"Yeah," Yuri responded casually while drinking water . The remaining three dresses should be one replacement and two winter ones.
"This dress is so beautiful," Angelica said as she put Yuri's dress jacket on herself and stretched the hem of the dress.
She had a slender figure, and the dress, which was made according to Yuri's size, was obviously too big for her. It was too loose, and the medals hanging on it swung slightly, making a rustling sound.
"What do you think of my outfit? Does it look good?" Angelica said excitedly after turning around in front of Yuri.
"Yeah, it looks good," Yuri smiled, and it was not a lie. The sea blue dress made her pretty face look even whiter, and she also had a more dashing temperament.
"Well, do you want to..." Angelia bit her lip, turned sideways, reached out to lift up her skirt, exposing her two snow-white thighs in black garter stockings, "I sent the chef and wait staff away today. "
