I Became Stalin?! Chapter 213:

Chapter 213

Wow

The train station to my hotown had changed. The quiet station at the foot of a gentle hill was now a busy place with hundreds of people coming and going.

Over here! Load it up!

No, not there, over there!

The workers were loading and unloading cargo, mostly grains, onto and off the freight trains.

Heavy machines were moving and lifting tons of cargo.

Nikolai, who couldnt imagine such a scene, opened his mouth wide and looked around blankly.

Hey, where are you from, bumpkin?

Huh? Im from here

A worker with muscular arms slapped Nikolais back and joked. Nikolai, startled, answered without thinking.

Did you co from the Tsars era No? Nikolai?

Huh? Uncle Ivan?

Hey, you b*****d, youre not dead! I thought you died since you never ca back! Hahahaha!!

Nikolai recognized him after a mont of vague mory.

He had t so many people that he had forgotten the faces of his old hotown friends.

It took him so ti to rember.

Wow! You finally ca back! Your parents have been waiting for you so much!

Hahaha It just happened that way.

He had written letters mostly to Katia, and only told his parents that he was alive. He felt sorry for his parents and scratched the back of his head.

Anyway, lets go! Im done here. Ill give you a ride ho.

Huh?

What are you so surprised about?

Uncle Ivan put his arm around Nikolais shoulder and laughed heartily. He dragged Nikolai to the truck parked near the station and got in.

How did you get this truck, uncle?

How did I get it? The party gave a few.

Nikolai was shocked. Uncle Ivan started the truck with a familiar gesture. It was clearly a brand new Arican 2.5-ton truck. Why was it in this village?

Didnt you know? They brought them in for military supplies or what do you call it license production? The party distributed them to the collective farms in large quantities. Theres no farm without one of these these days.

Is is that so

The dusty dirt road he had left with a draft notice had turned into a paved asphalt road. Uncle Ivan turned the steering wheel smoothly and pointed out the window with his finger.

Do you see those round cylinders?

Huh? Yes! Yes

Those are what do you call it silos, where they store grains. Now you just have to take them there, right?

Nikolai barely understood the concept of silos, having received only elentary education as a farr. But he had a rough idea of what they were. A kind of interdiate storage warehouse, right? As a forr battalion commander who connected the lower and upper units, he knew why they were needed.

The landscape of his hotown had changed. The train station had grown huge, and there were roads and facilities he had never seen before.

Thats the new barn over there and this is the construction site for the khrushchyovka

There were quite a few trucks on the road. Nikolai wondered if there were so many vehicles in our country.

Of course, there might have been. He had seen the endless wave of tanks, so there must have been a lot. But so many trucks in this backwater village!

Uncle Ivan laughed again when he saw Nikolais stunned expression.

Hey! Didnt you go to war and play in the big water? You look like you ca back more of a bumpkin! Hahahaha!

Hahaha, I guess so

He felt that way too.

He couldnt adapt to the world that had suddenly grown and widened. He wanted to go back to his small and old hotown, which seed to be the sa forever. He thought he could find a suitable job for him in his hotown.

But the hotown he longed for was not his hotown. The people looked well-fed, with plump faces and clothes and houses that were not shabby and falling apart like before.

But his hotown was not like this in his mory.

Here we are. Your parents are maybe in 326?

Ah yes, thank you.

The entrance to the farm was similar to before, but the inside was different.

Nikolai gasped when he saw the newly built white-painted khrushchyovka apartnts.

These days, theyve built so many of these theyre much warr and nicer than before.

Is that so

Hey! Nikolai is back! Pyotr Vasilyevichs son!

Huh? Nikolai?

Finally, he saw so familiar faces.

Misha! Sasha! Sofia!

Hahaha! You finally ca back?

Nikolai! How long has it been?

His old friends, who had aged and worn a bit, but were still the sa as in his mory, were there.

Mikhail and Alexander, who had gone to the army with him on the sa train, and Sofia, who had cried and sent them off, were in their hotown.

Why were you so late? The war ended last year, didnt it?

Did you go to the Far East?

Haha, no, thats not it

Most of the soldiers had returned ho, but the officers had to stay in the army for downsizing, reassignnt, and reorganization. Nikolai had received a high performance rating thanks to his dal and was forcibly transferred to the forr German front, where competent officers were needed.

Anyway, its good. Do you know where Mr. Pyodor lives? Co on, lets go!

Huh? Oh, okay

Nikolai, you b*****d. How co you havent changed at all? Hahahaha!

The friends laughed loudly as they saw him hesitating at the sight of the changed neighborhood. Nikolai smiled bitterly to himself.

Thats right. There are things I wish hadnt changed

His heart pounded with every step he took on his way ho.

The house he had missed so much, the house he had thought of repairing many tis when he returned, was now a neat new apartnt. How could this place, with the sll of fresh paint, be our ho? It felt strangely new.

Who is it?

Mom!

Nikolai?

When he knocked on the door of his hotown house, the door opened with a creak. His mother peeked out her head.

His mothers face had more wrinkles than before. Nikolai felt like tears would spill out, and he flung open the door and ran into the house.

Is this you ca early, but youre only coming now? Did you eat well? Hey, why are you folding your collar like that Your father will be ho around dinner ti. I dont know why his back is so bad these days.

His mother nagged as usual. Nikolai was so moved that he couldnt say anything.

His mother looked at him with a pitying eye and spat out.

You should have written more often.

***

Hey, son. Youre here?

Dad!

His father casually remarked as he saw the unfamiliar boots when he opened the door.

He threw off his muddy boots and walked briskly toward his son, whom he hadnt seen in years.

Let see

Mr. Pyodor, whose hands were full of calluses and bent at every joint, examined his sons face and hands. He burst out laughing.

Youre not a moron, are you? Good for you. Thats all that matters!

Dad too No, then would I have co back as a moron?

Nikolai knew as he chatted.

Not everyone who left with him had returned.

There were occasional stories in the letters that the farm manager sent. Soones death notice had arrived. I hope you all co back healthy. Nikolai shivered whenever he saw a postscript attached. Who died this ti?

He wondered.

There was no postscript since he received officer training.

Lets eat!

His mother put down a large pot on the table.

She had cooked his favorite food, since he had co back after a long ti. The delicious sll tickled his nose.

Yeah. Lets talk while we eat.

Yes, dad.

The first al at ho was his favorite food.

Wow! Do you still eat army stew here?

Of course, of course. This is the cheapest these days Isnt it greasy and salty?

His mother scooped a spoonful of the army stew, which was full of spicy seasoning, Arican spam, homade sausage, and various ats, and poured it into Nikolais bowl.

Eat a lot, my baby.

Yes!

His mother and father told him stories about their lives. Soone got married, soone had a baby, and soone else was doing sothing these days

Of course, they avoided talking about the dead and injured.

There wasnt enough ti to tell only happy stories in his hotown, which he had returned to after a long ti.

His father casually remarked that people were getting fat because of the new barn and imported goods, which made milk and at abundant.

His mother cut him off.

By the way, who is that girl?

Uh, cough, cough

Right? Who is that girl? What does she do?

Uh, how do you know about Katia, dad and mom?

Was her na Katia? His mother asked with a smirk.

She likes you, doesnt she? No, you dont even write to us, but she sohow knew and wrote to us? You dont write to us, but only to your girlfriend? How We heard from her, not you, what youre doing.

Cough, cough

Nikolai coughed incessantly, as if the soft spam was stuck in his throat. Katia had asked him for his ho address!

Hey, they said you got a dal So thats why they gave you money for being a decorated veteran? You must have done sothing there? Hahahaha!

What does she do, then? Shes not a weird person, is she?

No, mom! Why do you say that to people?

Nikolai was flustered by his mothers sudden question and snapped. But his mother calmly said with a blank face.

What? If she likes soone like you, there must be sothing wrong with her, right? Maybe her eyes are bad

Hey, honey! He looks just like when I was young. How co the girls dont like him? Then what are you?

I was a moron

His mother sighed deeply and muttered as if confessing. His father, who was babbling and speechless, was the sa as always.

Hahahahahaha!

Nikolai was able to laugh happily for the first ti in a long ti.