Chapter 1575

Seeing that the old lady turned to leave, I politely asked, "what should I call you?"

"Call me Suna, comrade commander." Suna gave me a little smile and said friendly, "I'm very happy to help you!" Then she turned and left my room.

When I was the only one left in the room, I began to inspect my room. When I opened the door of the room on my left hand side, I found that it was a study. There was a desk by the window, and there was only a desk lamp with a cylindrical lampshade on it. Several bookshelves against the wall are densely packed with all kinds of books. I have a general look. Except for a few Russian books, most of them are in German. Because I don't know German, I don't know what they are.

I left the room, then closed the door and pushed open the door of another room. There is a huge European iron bed in this room. There is a bedside table on the left and right sides of the bed. There is a desk lamp on the cabinet. On the right side of the room, there is a wardrobe with a roof on it. I used to open it and found that there were only a bunch of empty hangers in it.

At the other end of the room, there is a row of combination cabinets. In the cabinet inlaid with glass, there are several sets of crystal wine sets. I picked up a wine glass and carefully looked at the trademark at the bottom of the glass. I found that it was all made in Vladimir, east of Moscow.

Push open the third room, see in the right side of the door, put a single bed, wall neatly placed a pile of oil paintings. The moment I saw the picture frame, my heart beat faster. My heart said that since this room used to be occupied by the German Colonel, there must be a lot of property he ransacked. These paintings may be famous paintings from some museum.

I went over and squatted on the floor, looking at the paintings one by one. Five or six of them are landscape paintings, either birch forest or country road. The artist's name is grichayi. I thought hard for a while, and felt as if I had never heard of the name. I thought maybe this is a painter who is not famous, maybe a student of the Academy of fine arts.

Before I looked at the oil paintings, I counted 24 oil painting frames piled on the wall, and even looked at 17 or 18 paintings, all of which were the unknown grichayi. My mood began to get worse. I thought that after the recovery of Kiev, our army must have sent someone here to check them, and took away all the high-value oil paintings, leaving only a pile of worthless paintings.

Looking at four or five paintings left in the corner, I continued to look down with the idea of taking a chance. When I saw the oil painting in my hand, I saw a young woman in black walking alone on the path, stepping on the fallen leaves on the ground. My heart beat faster because I've seen this painting on the Internet before. It's called "autumn of sokolnik". It's the first work of Leviathan, an outstanding Russian Sketcher, a master of realistic landscape painting and a member of the roving exhibition school.

Holding my breath, I looked at the signature at the bottom right of the painting and saw that it was "Leviathan". After reading the painter's signature clearly, I almost jumped up from the ground. I found these treasures. I found the real Leviathan in the residence that my superior gave me.

Just as I was about to see who was the author of the remaining paintings, a telephone rang outside. Hearing the sound coming from the living room, I quickly put down my oil painting, stood up and walked out of the room. I stood in the living room and looked around, only to find that the phone was placed on a small high table near the wall. I picked up the earphone and pasted it to my ear and politely asked, "Hello, where are you?"

"Rita, it's me." Khrushchev's familiar voice came from the earphone: "how are you satisfied with the house allocated to you?"

"Satisfied, very satisfied." Thinking that Khrushchev must have known that there were oil paintings in my room, I said to him in advance, "Comrade Khrushchev, I found a batch of oil paintings in my room."

"Oh, found the painting?" When Khrushchev heard what I said, he asked with great interest, "I don't know whose works they are?"

"There are 24 oil paintings. I only saw 18 of them. They are all landscape paintings. One of them is Leviathan's the autumn of sokolnik."

"What, Leviathan's the fall of sokolnik?" When Khrushchev heard me say this, he couldn't help saying with envy: "this is his work, and it's also the only landscape painting with figures. This is the work described by Chekhov. Since then, there have never been any characters in his paintings. Instead, there are only woods, pastures, the spring breeze in the mist and the dilapidated wooden houses in Russia. These huts are silent, lonely and desolate, just like the silent, lonely and desolate reduced people at that time. "

After listening to Khrushchev's words, I couldn't help asking him: "the other 17 paintings are landscapes by an unknown painter named grichay..."

Before I finished, I heard Khrushchev's violent cough coming from the earphone. After he finished coughing, I asked with concern, "Comrade Khrushchev, are you sick? Why do you cough so badly?"

"I think it's necessary to correct you, Rita." Khrushchev said with tears and laughter: "although grichay is less than 30 years old, he is already a famous landscape painter in China's painting circle. His character and paintings are highly praised by the majority of art lovers and fellow artists, and enjoy the reputation of" songs of Russian nature. "

As soon as Khrushchev's words were finished, my face turned red. I thought that all the paintings were works of nobody, but I didn't expect that he was such a famous painter, even Khrushchev knew him like the back of his hand.

After talking about the oil painting, Khrushchev continued: "Rita, I just got a call from Comrade Stalin. He asked me to tell you that I will stay in Kiev for a period of rest and return to the army at the right time."

When I heard that I would stay in Kiev, I could not help feeling a little anxious: "Comrade Khrushchev, I am now the deputy commander of the first front army of Ukraine. How can I leave the army for a long time?"

"This is what Comrade Stalin meant. No one can change his decision." After Khrushchev finished this sentence in a stern tone, he slowed down and said to me, "Rita, you'd better stay in Kiev and have a good rest. Konev and sokolovsky are responsible for the affairs in the army. Even if you go back, you can't help."

I deeply believe Khrushchev's statement. Whether Zhukov or konev is the commander of the front army, my deputy commander is almost a role in making soy sauce. I can only make suggestions but can't make any decisions. Thinking of this, I am no longer opinionated. Instead, I tactfully said to Khrushchev, "Comrade Khrushchev, I have nothing here. If I want to live in Kiev, I think I need to buy some daily necessities."

"Don't worry, Rita. I've arranged everything." Khrushchev said to me with a smile, "I will send someone to deliver it to you immediately."

I'm eager to know whose paintings are behind. So as soon as I put down the phone, I quickly walked into the room and continued to look at the unfinished painting. Because of the lesson that I just took grichay as an unknown painter, when I picked up a new oil painting, I first looked at the artist's signature below.

After seeing that the artist's signature was Surikov, I carefully examined the contents of the painting. Although I'm a layman in oil painting, after only a moment's reading, I recognized that it was the famous "morning when the guards were on the verge of execution". This painting, together with "mensikov in bereuzov town" and "the noblewoman molochova" are known as the trilogy of Surikov's historical paintings.

This painting in my hand describes a real event in the history of Russia in the 17th century: when Peter the great visited Russia in 1698, there was a mutiny of the guards in Russia. When Peter the great heard of it, he rushed back to China and immediately suppressed the mutiny cruelly. In the background are the walls of Moscow's Kremlin, the onion roof of St. Vassily's church and the circular guillotine crowded with onlookers. Wearing a navy blue uniform, Peter the great rode on a high horse and personally supervised the execution of the "treacherous" guards. Behind him were the orderly execution team and a row of gallows, and on his right were a group of foreign envoys and his favorite ministers. Most of the foreground of the picture is the turbulent crowd. Some family members of the guards dressed by farmers are around the six guards who are about to be executed. They are weeping with grief, which vividly shows the anguish of the family members of the guards when they say goodbye to their relatives on the guillotine.

The remaining five paintings are not signed by the painter, they are all portraits and so on. I saw a note pasted on the back of an oil painting, which read in Russian: "Valentin alexandrovitch sharov, a Russian painter, who studied under the masters of Liebin and cheschakov, is one of the members of the roving exhibition school."

I sat by my little bed, looking at these paintings piled up in the corner, thinking to myself that although these paintings were left here by the Germans, after the war, the museum will send someone to me to take them away, because they are all Russian cultural relics, and no one is allowed to take them for themselves. At that time, will I return all these paintings to the museum, or will I take a look and leave a few as my collection?

Just as I was daydreaming, there was a knock at the door. I opened the door and saw that it was Khrushchev's secretary, followed by two soldiers. After he said hello to me, he shook his head at the two soldiers behind him. The two soldiers immediately bypassed him and went into the room. They put their suitcases on the wall.

The Secretary pointed to the suitcase beside the wall and said to me with a smile, "general oshanina, this is the daily necessities given to you by Comrade Khrushchev. If there's anything missing, just call me and I'll prepare it for you. "

"Thank you After thanking my secretary, I asked politely, "please come in and have a seat."

"No, Comrade General." The Secretary replied with a smile, "I still have a job. I'll visit you another day."

After my secretary left, I closed the door and put down the two boxes leaning against the wall. When I opened the first box, I saw that it was full of clothes, including shirts, trousers and even braji; Then I opened another box. There were several cartons inside. I opened the lid of the box and saw different styles of shoes inside.

I first closed the box for shoes, and then I was going to close the box for clothes, only to find a big envelope in the middle of the lid. I took out the envelope and opened it. There was a thick stack of banknotes in it. The denominations were one ruble, five rubles and ten rubles. I counted them and found that they were as many as 500 rubles.

I got up, went to the phone, put the envelope full of money by the phone, picked up the phone and dialed Khrushchev's office. When I heard his voice, I said politely, "Hello, Nikita sergeyevich, I'm Rita. I have received the things you sent me. Thank you