sinovels Chapter 15 15
Chapter 15 15
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I lowered my head and looked at the piano room nervously. On the off-white wooden floor was a porcelain-white grand piano. The green velvet lamp and dark green floor-to-ceiling curtains complemented each other perfectly. On the left side of the prosperous fireplace is an arched door, with a curtain of white gauze hanging from the floor, and the bedroom behind it can be seen faintly.
He stood up, holding a cup of steaming black tea in his hand.It was warm indoors, and he was thinly dressed.
I was about to explain, but he spoke first.
"You're getting wet."
The voice is shallow, with the taste of fir forest and snow field, reminding me of the young singers described by Pushkin.
Is this caring?I froze for a moment and said in a low voice, "No, it doesn't matter."
He looked at me silently, without a trace of expression, making it impossible to guess his emotions.
"You should take a bath." The tone was still clear and shallow.
I looked up at him, eyes filled with disbelief.bath?Where do I take a shower?Shouldn't you drive me away?
I swallowed, bowed and said, "I should leave, General."
"I told you to take a shower." He walked to the window and glanced out the window: "It's still raining heavily."
He took a sip of black tea and said, "The bathroom is behind the wall of the fireplace, change into your pajamas and come out."
The command tone was completely unbelievable, I took a deep breath and said, "Yes, General."
I went to the door next to the fireplace, pushed it open, and went in.The tub is separate from the shower, so I simply take a hot shower, change into a set of cotton pajamas stacked on a hanger, and head out.
The hot water made me very comfortable, but my empty stomach let out a loud cry.
He was half leaning on the piano, his figure was so graceful that it was in a mess, and his straight and slender legs almost reached into my heart.
The corners of his lips were raised slightly, and the corners of his inner eyes were drawn downwards. He was so charming that he asked, "Didn't you eat?"
I nodded honestly. It is true that I did not eat, but this is not a problem. The problem is what is going on now?I suddenly remembered some words that Alan said, why he likes me, love is to go to bed, my heart is pounding, don't...
God only knows how nervous I am right now, I don't want to sleep with him.Although he is good-looking, but... But I don't think he will let me be on top...
Even if you let me be on top, I wouldn't dare to give me a thousand guts.
Under the calm face, I prayed frantically in my heart, longing for the Son Jesus to save me from the dire straits.He seemed very interested in my reaction, so he stood up straight, walked to the marble table in front of the window, and said, "Come here."
I walked over silently and found him picking up a knife...
I almost fainted...
Oh, fortunately, it's a table knife.He cut off a piece of Leba laden with nuts and handed it to me.
"I usually don't keep food in my room, only this."
Trembling and thankful, I took it, took a small bite, and chewed slowly.
He frowned: "Why do you eat like a woman?"
God!Holy Son Jesus!help me!What a woman, she was scared to death by him staring at me, how could she be able to eat!
When he said this, I started to tremble again, thinking what if he really wants to sleep with me?Although I have to sacrifice myself for Misha, nervousness should always be allowed.
Seeing my shyness, his expression turned cold again, and he said, "Eat in 30 seconds."
Another order... 30 seconds... I started biting, damn it, why is the bread of the Russians so hard, it made my teeth hurt.
After nearly choking to death, I ate that slice of bread like a torment.He squinted at me, pointed to the stool in front of the piano and said, "Sit down."
I don't know what's going on, but I sit down honestly.
"Can it play?"
I twitched the corner of my mouth: "No."
"I'll teach you how to play."
"what?"
I opened my mouth wide in disbelief, turned to look at him, and suddenly found that he was leaning over beside me. When I turned my head like this, the tip of my nose almost touched his cheek.
I recoiled in horror.
"I, I'm stupid..."
"It's okay, I'll teach you."
When he spoke, the moist air fluttered in my ears, making me feel goosebumps all over my body.Seeing my dumbfounded look, he stretched out his hand to pinch my head, and turned it gently, forcing my eyes to move away from his face and land on the piano keys.
"Start now, be serious."
I pursed my lips and slowly raised my hand.
That night, he began to teach me how to recognize music, and then told me that the first piece I want to play is June Boat Song.
He said it was because it was one of his favorite pieces.
*"Walk to shore--*
*Waves there,*
*will come to kiss your feet,*
*mysterious and melancholy stars,*
*will shine over our heads. "*
He leaned over and pressed the keys, and said something in Russian. Seeing my ignorance, he read it in German.
"It's the title poem of the June boat song, from Pleseyev."
He explained to me patiently, his voice was as soft as the blue waves on the Volga River, rippling slightly under the stars.
Let alone learning the piano, my whole body is numb.
A few hours passed in a trance, my head was almost unable to hold on, and my eyelids began to fight. He suddenly said, "Go to sleep."
I looked at him with wide eyes: "I... I'd better go back."
"It's early morning, Rhine."
He walked to the bedroom, opened the white gauze curtain, and didn't look back at me, just said: "You sleep on the sofa."
His figure disappeared into the bedroom, and then the lights gradually dimmed. I hesitated and walked obediently to the sofa.The sofa is soft, the velvet surface is warm, and the last fire in the fireplace provides just the right amount of warmth.Tiredness overwhelmed me in an instant, and I soon fell asleep.
This night, I slept very peacefully, and there was always a pair of slender hands dancing in my dream.
At that time, I didn't realize that our beginning was on this rainy night in East Berlin.
Until many years later, I will always miss this rainy night.
The first time he taught me to play the piano, the first time he read poetry to me——
This rainy night.
I woke up the next day with a blanket over me, which I carefully folded and tried to sneak off.He came out of the bathroom, with his upper body naked, and his silver-gold hair was dotted with drops of water, like the morning dew in late autumn.
"Continue studying next Saturday night."
He left the next sentence, walked through the piano room and walked into the bedroom, looking at his white as jade back and sculptural muscle lines, my face inevitably blushed again.
Tsk, what a Slavic beauty, she is like an elf in the snow, so ethereal and outrageous, she has nothing to do with desire, just like the embodiment of purity.
Rhine, Rhine, what were you thinking about last night?
After going downstairs, I started to work.Not long after, Ansolov said he had reserved a room for me in the side hall behind the first floor.
"It was the general who ordered you to come too far from Karlshorst."
I nodded, that's true, almost across the entire East Berlin, the time spent on the tram is almost three or four hours a day, in order to arrive on time, I had to set off in the early morning every day.
Taking care of patients in the clinic is not so tiring...
So starting from this week, I logically have a small bedroom in the white mansion. I am allowed to stay here every Saturday, but what no one knows is that I never sleep in the side hall on the first floor, because I would take lessons in his piano room and sleep on the sofa afterward.Of course, these were all his orders, and although they puzzled me, I never thought of disobeying them.
Never thought about it, and even looked forward to it.Because he said he'd tell me what I wanted to know when I learned to play the June boat song.I understood what he was talking about, the sly light in those dark green eyes made me feel like I was being played in the palm of my hand.
Just like the little mouse that Alan always plays with in his palm.
I'm his little mouse.
Weekends at the White Mansion were winter dreams, but it was in Sasha's clinic that I found myself.
I thought Catherine would be happy after receiving Sasha's response, but this strange woman always stood in front of the window and wept silently, facing my concern, she remained silent.
I couldn't figure out why a warm and bright person like Sasha would make her sad, but I was inexplicably happy in my heart, because Sasha was very kind to me, he would have lunch with me, and he would carefully teach me about various nursing care Knowledge.
He also said he would support me in medical school if the time came.
I couldn't believe it, but after thinking about it I turned him down.
I told him that I made an unforgivable mistake and made my good friend suffer in the middle of nowhere now, it would be too cruel for my friend if I was living the life I dreamed of so easily up.
Sasha just smiled softly. He always stroked my head and said, "I know Rhine is a kind child."
I'm almost 20, but Sasha always says I'm a kid.We walked on the wide square in front of the church, I looked up at him, and wanted to engrave his smile in my heart forever.The slanted sunlight dragged our figures so long that they became entangled together, making me think that those times could last forever.
At home, I would tell Ellen about my double life of white mansion and consulting room.I said that those two people are extreme. Whenever I talk about Julian, my expression is always very complicated, but when I talk about Sasha, I always jump for joy.
Alan liked to hear me talk about my work in the clinic. He said that he would open a clinic after he graduated. I advised him to talk to Sasha, but Alan shrugged and said that sooner or later he would open a clinic. One day I will become Sasha's competitor, so it's better to keep a distance.
My life gradually stabilized, and the double job did not completely separate me. In the gradual habit of such a life, we ushered in Christmas.
On Christmas Eve in 1950, it snowed heavily in East Berlin, and the bare zelkova trees were covered with a layer of white. The snow made the streets muddy, and the muddy water always stained people's trousers.Several channels on the radio played Christmas carols, and although we were a socialist country, most of us kept our faith.
The clinic and school were closed, and Alan and I were at home.I stood in front of the window and smoked, which was one of the few times I could smoke at home.Needless to say, the clinic, in the white mansion, Ansolov told me, no one is allowed to smoke there except the general and Sonia.
The Brandenburg Gate is hidden in the heavy snow, blurred, standing alone in the ice and snow.I was in a trance for a long time, and I was thinking of Misha who didn't know where. Even the cheesecake made by Allen himself was tasteless in my mouth.
Allen said, if things go on like this, I will have mental illness.I said that no one can easily take off the burden on my heart. In the past six months, because of my impulse, I have changed too much, enough to change Misha's life, my life.
"However, he gave you a chance, you have to have hope." Allen said: "If you just learn the song of the boat song in June, I don't think it will be difficult for you."
I smiled bitterly, not knowing how to respond, yes, it is not difficult to learn.When I finished playing the whole piece one day and looked at him full of expectations, he just stood in front of the window and looked at me indifferently, with disappointment in his blue eyes, or some emotions that I couldn't understand clearly .
"Without emotion, it's hard to hear."
He walked over to me and closed the lid of the piano.
"If your purpose is so clear, you don't need to learn it in the future."
He left the piano room and left me there alone for the first time.I looked at the piano in a daze, at a loss, and then threw myself on the piano and cried hard.
In fact, I hate no one, I only hate myself.