Chapter 49 Two can't let go

During my five years of detention in the Soviet Union, I never put down my airs.We later moved to the Khabarovsk Shelter, and although there were no attendants here, I was still served.My family made me quilts, cleaned up the house, served meals and washed clothes.They didn't dare to call me "Emperor" blatantly, so they changed their name to "Superior".Every morning, when they come into my house, they greet me first as usual. When I first arrived in the suburbs of Khabarovsk, one day, I wanted to take a walk and went downstairs.A former "minister" was sitting on a chair under the stairs. When he saw me, he didn't lift his eyelids.I was so angry that I never wanted to go downstairs.Staying upstairs every day, most of the time is spent on chanting.But generally speaking, most of those pseudo-ministers still respect me.For example, during the five years in the Soviet Union, every old calendar year, everyone made dumplings to eat, and the first bowl was always served to me first.

I don't work myself, and I don't want these people in my family to work for others.Once at a meal, my younger brother and brother-in-law set up a table for everyone, so they asked me to stop.How can my family serve others! In 1947-48, my family was sent to another shelter in the same city. This was the first time I was separated from my family, and I felt very inconvenient.The Soviet authorities took good care of me and allowed me to eat alone.But who will serve me food?Fortunately, my father-in-law volunteered. Not only did he serve me meals, but he was even willing to do my laundry for me.

In order to make our batch of parasites do some light labor, the shelter set aside some plots in the yard for us to grow vegetables.My family and I shared a small piece and grew green peppers, tomatoes, eggplants, lentils, etc.Seeing the green seedlings growing day by day, I found it very novel, so I took a kettle to fetch tap water to water it every day, and it was very interesting.This has never been done before.But the main interest is that I love to eat tomatoes and green peppers.Of course, I often think that this is not as convenient as buying it from a vegetable store. In order for us to study, the shelter authorities gave us some Chinese books, and for a while, they asked my younger brother and brother-in-law to give us lectures on "The Question of Leninism" and "History of the Communist Party of China" from the books.The speaker is inexplicable, and the listener is also confused.I just wondered in my heart, what does this have to do with me?If I am not allowed to stay in the Soviet Union, but sent back, even if I can memorize these two books, what is the use?

The word "learning" was not as realistic as green peppers and tomatoes to me at the time.Every time I study, I sit in a special seat next to the desk, and I always listen to the "teacher" stammering about "Mensheviks" that I don't understand and don't want to understand. The "State Duma" was thinking wildly: "If I can live in Moscow or London, these jewelry will be enough for me for a few years?" "Soviet people don't eat eggplants. How can I eat the recycled eggplants?"... However, I can still pretend to be listening, but some people are different, they just snore.After dinner, it was time for free activities, but it was different: at one end of the corridor were several mahjong tables; at the other end near the window, someone folded their palms toward the sky outside the window, and chanted loudly, "Namo Amitabha! Avalokitesvara!" Upstairs Japan From the war criminals came the "wuwuwu" Japanese joke; what was even more unusual was that someone set up a character test stand surrounded by a group of people, asking when they could go home and what happened at home.Others were stealing the pines in the bedroom and asking questions about getting home.In the first few days, the Soviet sentry outside the door was alarmed by the noise. They once looked at this group of people in amazement and shook their heads. Later, even they got used to it.

At times like this, I'm mostly in my own room, shaking my money lessons and reciting my Diamond Sutra. ...