"Yes... Dr. Karachev told me. Is there anything wrong with this?"
It's Karachev again! This bastard old pervert!
Malashenko knew that Iushkin never lied in front of him, and always had his say. What's more, in early 1943, the only one who knew about the existence of silk stockings, apart from himself, was only Karachev in the entire brigade.
No matter how the argument is made, it is reasonable.
"A woman who wears this kind of thing will smell good..."
When he thought of the words relayed from Iushkin's mouth, Malashenko could instantly conjure up some kind of evil image that was not suitable for children. It seems that Karachev's knowledge of silk stockings is already as high as
It is said that he has reached the pinnacle. This is indeed the case in the current era. After all, I still underestimated the spiritual practice of this old man.
Wiping the remaining water droplets from the corner of his mouth with his hand, he planned to go back and have a good chat with Karachev, asking him to restrain his broken mouth and stop talking nonsense. Finally, he looked at Iushkin's face.
Looking at him with a question mark expression, he answered.
"That is something invented by the evil capitalism. The great Soviet does not need this kind of thing. We are communist fighters."
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...
Iushkin didn't answer. To be precise, he didn't know how to answer, because Iushkin still doesn't know what stockings are.
Malashenko, who was leaning against the car door with his tank hat in his arms and supporting his head with one hand, was also a little embarrassed. There was an indescribable feeling in this weird atmosphere, as if he had just given it to Iwu.
Is it because Shi Jin’s answer is a little inappropriate?
If you think about it carefully, it seems that this is really the case...
"Uh... um... stockings, as for stockings... that's..."
Malashenko seemed to stutter a bit when he spoke again after a long time, but he was definitely not trying to show off.
What is worth noting is that Iushkin's ears stood up and twitched twice the moment Malashenko spoke, as if he was afraid of missing some extremely critical information.
"Silk stockings...Although silk stockings were invented by capitalism, but...well...we have to use an objective dialectical perspective to evaluate this thing. An item itself should not be subject to additionalism, because it is just a
The key to items is how they are used and how valuable and meaningful they are."
"Just like the guns of the Red Army soldiers are used to eliminate evil fascists, the guns in the hands of exploiting capitalists are used to persecute poor workers and farmers. These are the complete opposites of justice and evil, but there is no problem with the guns themselves.
."
Iushkin, who seemed to understand what he heard, nodded vigorously. Even if he understood roughly, he still understood half of it and kept it in mind before speaking. Malashenko's extremely socialist and communist explanation
Method, Iushkin, who has always admired Comrade Commander and regarded him as his goal, believes that these words are absolutely 100% correct.
"Let's put it another way. For example, if your lover wears beautiful silk stockings to welcome you back in triumph as a hero, then this is justice, and it is the best use of things to bring out the true value of real things, because this is
A reward for heroes is the sublimation of love and the embodiment of loyalty."
"As for negative teaching materials... do you know about prostitutes? Iushkin, I remember that there should be descriptions in some literary works. Do you understand what I mean? This is a manifestation of the incorrect duality of the value of items."
To put it bluntly, Malashenko's explanation is indeed quite accurate. Even Iushkin, a novice who doesn't understand anything, can show a sincere expression of enlightenment.
"I understand, Comrade Commander! Silk stockings are slaves exploited, persecuted and oppressed by evil capitalism. The capitalists force silk stockings to do bad things they don't want to do! Just to squeeze wealth for their own enjoyment! But in our Soviet Union, silk stockings are just.
, we are like-minded and have the same pursuit of faith. If there is no exploitation and oppression, the stockings must be red! It is the color of justice!"
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If Iushkin said this to comrades who had never seen stockings, many people would believe it, and it would even be possible for him to be included in the book.
But if you put this to Malashenko, it’s more than just a skewer! It’s like pouring cherry-flavored Coca-Cola into an authentic Sichuan hot pot, boiling it, and then taking it out with the soup stock in between.
Pair it with Lao Ba’s secret burger and have a bite of Ollie!
This is no longer a misunderstanding! This is eight or nine critical blows to Malashenko, the dual memory traveler! It is a ghostly scene where a lightning bolt hits Malashenko, who is drowned in the rain, with smoke coming from his head and his hair standing on end!
"Yes, you understand very well, Iushkin, it is true..."
Malashenko, who felt like he had lost half of his soul, leaned weakly on his seat.
Continuing to explain the truth to Iushkin is something that only gods can do at this moment, not a mortal like Malashenko.
There were many ruins on the main road in the city. Iushkin held the steering wheel and drove the car very slowly.
From time to time, we have to bypass one or two craters of different sizes that suddenly appear in front of us, and sometimes we even have to forcefully crawl through some large piles of rubble that cannot be avoided.
Fortunately, the American Willys Jeep is indeed powerful and can handle off-road climbs and various rugged terrains without any hindrance. Needless to say, it really made Malashenko University experience and ride this legendary vehicle for the first time.
For joy.
"This is such a good thing, Iushkin! I have to admit that some things made by Americans are very useful."
Iushkin, who had almost driven the car to the edge of the city, waved his hand. It could be seen that this car was not perfect in Iushkin's mind.
"But this car has no weapons and cannot fire, Comrade Commander. Maybe we should consider modifying it to make this capitalist car more communist, just like you just said."
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Iushkin learned what he was learning and put it into practice quickly, but Malashenko, who never wanted to recall the conversation just now, had a slightly sour expression. Fortunately, this did not have any serious subsequent effects.
"You can talk to Karamov about this issue later. He is good at modifications. He may be able to fulfill your wish and install a heavy machine gun or something else."
"But I want a cannon, Comrade Commander."
"Then why don't you just mount our tank turret directly onto this vehicle, so it still has armor protection? Wouldn't it be better?"
"..."
The awkward conversation between the two continued like this until the car drove out of the city.
Along the way, the sporadic gunfire Malashenko heard became less and less, and almost disappeared completely. Instead, there were groups of German prisoners of war with yellow faces and thin muscles, who could even walk, performing French military salutes, and being escorted by Red Army soldiers.
A figure walking slowly forward.
More and more people who have endured the suffering of the war for too long are beginning to walk out of air-raid shelters and underground bunkers, returning to their former homes and current dilapidated ruins, trying to find any remaining memories or functions that can sustain their lives.
things, constantly rummaging through the ruins.
There will be bread and milk. Everything is slowly getting better and moving in a better direction.
Malashenko, whose stern eyes became more determined, continued to move forward on the road to the front army headquarters, firmly convinced of this without any doubt.