The night was getting deeper, but the lights were still bright in the factory's warehouse No. 3. 3W. Losmachenko frowned tightly, and there were already a lot of sweat stains on his forehead, but he didn't have time to wipe them, or his hands that had been soiled by the lubricating oil, he couldn't stop at all, because this damaged machine was indeed a little difficult to do.

The screws are unscrewed one by one, and the small structure has the unique charm of precision instruments, which represents the industrial level, and only a strong country can make it. Although Losmachenko was a Soviet worker, he was still impressed by the machine, even if it was American and had been imported with a loan seven or eight years earlier.

"Mr. Losmachenko, give you a wrench."

Little Shushkevich was standing behind him, his small body was wearing ill-fitting overalls, even his face was stained with black and red engine oil and lubricants, but his eyes were shining, and he looked at the appearance of Losmachenko carefully repairing the machine, and handed over what he could use at any time, and asked: "Sir, why is the oil circuit here designed like this, it is fundamentally different from the machines in our other warehouses." ”

"It's an American machine, and we imported it."

Taking the wrench, Losmachenko carefully unscrewed the screws inside, and carefully checked all kinds of fine parts inside, listening to the question of little Shushkevich, he couldn't help but smile, rubbed the sweat stains on his chin with his sleeve, shook his head and said: "At that time, this machine was very precious, if we didn't have our own machine now, I'm afraid we wouldn't have come to our factory." ”

Having worked as a representative of the workers, Los Machenko clearly understood the preciousness of this machine better. In particular, when the industrial system of the Soviets was almost blank before, the machinery imported from Europe and the United States and other countries was stepped up, which obviously made up for the industrial system of the Soviets, although it was not its own technology, but at least it was able to maintain the development of industry.

Even now, in the whole of Ukraine, there are probably not many such American machines left, and it can reflect the preciousness of it. Although the current Soviet Union also has its own imitation model of this machine, it is still a little worse in terms of some precision scales, which also makes Losmachenko have to sigh that the precision of the American machine is completely impressive.

"But Mr. Losmachenko, why do we use the machines of the capitalist state?"

But the little Shushkevich behind him touched the back of his head, but found that his hands were already stained with engine oil, but he didn't care, wiped it on the rag next to him, but looked at Losmachenko suspiciously, and asked curiously: "Aren't we socialist?" ”

"Well, that's stumbling on me."

Losmachenko's hand inspecting the parts couldn't help but pause slightly, turned his head to look at little Shushkevich, but with a helpless smile on his face, he shook his head and said: "We also need to develop, our industry is still very poor." But he also paused, shook his head and smiled at him: "You definitely don't understand this, what are you talking about here." ”

"Mr. Losmachenko, I understand!"

Little Shushkevich frowned slightly, as if thinking about something, and after a while, he raised his head and looked at Losmachenko and said: "This is industrial accumulation, if you want to promote the power and make your country strong, then you must use any method to develop industry, including technology, production capacity and industrial products..."

But before little Shushkevich finished speaking, Losmachenko in front of him instantly turned his head, his eyes widened, and even with surprise and shock inside, because with such a thorough understanding, let alone an adult, even if he wanted to talk about it, he had to think about it!

And how can this come out of the mouth of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child? He couldn't help swallowing and spitting tightly, looking at the empty warehouse around him where there were only the two of them, Losmachenko couldn't help but stop the movement in his hand, turned around and half-squatted, looked at little Shushkevich and said, "Little Shushkevich, who told you this?" ”

"It's Uncle Andropov from our village!"

Little Shushkevich was slightly stunned, but still nodded to Losmachenko and admitted his words. Because this is exactly what Uncle Andropov told him and told him to learn it well, but looking at Losmachenko, who was closest to him in the factory, he still whispered: "I told you that the Ukrainians themselves took the path of socialism!" ”

"Is it him?!" Losmachenko frowned slightly, of course he also knew Andropov, because little Shushkevich, he came to pick up and drop off every time. But he knew that Andropov was just a peasant, and even if he had received some education, he had no thoughts at all, or could say so thoroughly!

"Socialism with Ukrainian characteristics? ** for Ukrainians? ”

Losmachenko looked at little Shushkevich, but his heart couldn't help chewing on this paragraph, or this simple sentence composed of a few words, he couldn't help but gritted his teeth even more, a throbbing from the bottom of his heart made him tremble slowly, this is a throbbing from the depths of his soul!

Taking a deep breath, Losmachenko took the rag on the side, wiped it heavily on his hand, and then put it down on the shoulder of little Shushkevich, looked at his immature face, and the eyes that seemed to be jewels, and said solemnly: "Little Shushkevich, I want you to do me a favor." ”

"Help? Mr. Los Marchenko... Of course you can..."

After all, little Shushkevich is still very young, and when he saw Losmachenko's solemn appearance, he couldn't help but swallow and spit at the mouth, and hurriedly said: "But what can I help you?" "In this factory, Losmachenko is the only one who is willing to treat him as a relative, and even in the eyes of little Shushkevich, Losmachenko is already one of his relatives, and he is certainly willing to help.

"I want to meet that Uncle Andropov of yours."

Bowing his head slightly, Losmachenko slowly closed his eyes, and in his heart, the throbbing made him tremble more and more, but it was not fear and fear, but a kind of oncoming spring breeze made him feel very comfortable. Losmachenko raised his head and said solemnly: "I want to communicate with him." ”

After a pause, he looked at the already dark sky, and before he knew it, a day had passed, and only the stars appeared in the sky. After a moment of deep silence, he still looked at little Shushkevich and said, "Stay at my house tonight, and wait until tomorrow I want to have lunch with your Uncle Andropov." ”

"Have a lunch? Oh, I'll tell Uncle Andropov ...

After all, little Shushkevich was still a child, and obviously couldn't understand the meaning of Losmachenko's words, but he still nodded and said to Losmachenko with a smile: "Uncle Andropov comes to town every day at noon!" And when I pass by the factory, I will bring a lot of bread and horse sausages to me! ”

"Oh, that's really good."

Losmachenko nodded, but he couldn't help but stand up slowly, straightened his waist, which was a little sore from squatting for a long time, he looked at the sky in the distance, the dark night with countless bright stars, made him squint slightly, but raised his head to look at the moon above his head, and said slowly: "I want to know... What the hell is that..."

But he lowered his head again, looked at the confused look of little Shushkevich, shook his head slightly, he couldn't help but clench his teeth tightly: "Ukrainians, you can't go on like this..."

ps: Ahaha, I'm sorry, I broke my promise, I updated it today~ Haha, it's fun to amuse you, it's updated today, and it's still two more next week, hehe~