On the day Brejnev died, no one was surprised, the guard Medvedev stood at the door of the bedroom, watched the body on the bed remained unmoving, the heartbeat had stopped for several hours, he had long waited for this day, but really came, still like falling into the icebreaker.
Brezhnev was born in the home of a steel factory worker in Ukraine in 1906. When he was a child, he wandered around the factory with his father and grew up smelling rust. I read some books and studied land surveying. After graduation, I didn't work in a factory. Instead, I got into the Communist Youth League and got up from the grassroots level. In the early 1930s, he became a secretary in charge of youth work. At that time, he loved smoking, cheap cigarettes, several packs a day, and the office was full of smoke. In wartime, he served as a political commissar on the front line, commanded the troops to advance, managed reconstruction after the war, and entered the central government in the 1950s and was in charge of heavy industry. In 1960, he became the chairman of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet and became the head of state. Four years later, he pushed Khrushchev and took the position of general secretary himself. Since then, the Soviet Union has expanded its military power, its space program is vigorous, and its agricultural reform has been pushed forward several rounds. He is particularly concerned about grain production, and always knocks on the table at meetings to emphasize numbers. Cigars became his trademark. Imported goods were piled up in the drawers. He smoked half a box a day and read the report while smoking. The smell of cigars couldn't dissipate.
In 1976, when he met with the President of the United States, suddenly a stroke, his right hand trembled, the doctor rushed up to inject, slowed down, and the body crashed quickly. A few days later he went to the Mongolian celebration, went down the plane with the fence, and the guards of the Kremlin were by the side. Similar things did not interrupt, in 1978, the assistant delivered a letter, and he coughed with two voices. The memory declined, the diplomatic field was often shaken, the eyes flattened when the hand was shaken, and others had to hurry around. The chapter was his favourite, the Kremlin palace's bucket was filled with silver and silver, and he loved to give himself, withdraw the office of others, and himself. The leader
Medvedev was a retired general of the KGB, responsible for the security of leaders. In his book, he said that Brezhnev's health had long been a time bomb. Long-term stress and severe insomnia are maintained by sleeping pills, and the more you eat, the more you eat. The doctor often shook his head. He was still alive when the nurse gave insulin, but there was no movement in a blink of an eye. The official said that he died of cardiac arrest, at 8:30 p.m. on November 10, 1982, but the nurse recalled that at that time, his wife Petrovna had just finished the injection, and the light was still on in his room. Medvedev was the first to find out. When he pushed the door at five o'clock in the morning, he saw that the people on the bed were motionless and cool. His heart stopped for several hours, and he knew it was over before he stepped forward to make sure. For many years, they had been waiting for this moment, but when it came, they still felt cold all over, as if they had stepped into an ice cave. Servants come and go in the residence, family members are sad, others are heavy, and no one sheds tears. Everyone knows clearly that the economy of the country left by Brezhnev, like his body, is stiff and entangled, and its development is stuck. When he led the team in his early years, there was still some improvement, the military industry became strong, and he stood firm internationally. But in the future, I like to show off and promote myself, and others play this big drama with him, so that when he leaves, he can be replaced by new people.
On the outskirts of Moscow that day, news was tightly sealed. Medvedev called to report, and a motorcade of officials arrived. A map report was spread out on the living room table, and the words were drawn to discuss succession. The doctor team came in with a cart, lifted the quilt and pressed on the chest, and pressed the stethoscope against it, but there was no sound. The doctor leading the team shook his head, packed up his equipment and left. In the afternoon, the body was transferred, covered with white cloth, and four people carried it out. The motorcade started and dust rose up. The Kremlin announcer spoke steadily and the country mourned for five days. At the funeral on Red Square, the coffin was covered with red flags, snowflakes were floating, officials bowed, and the masses stood in the wind. Andropov presided over the meeting. The wind blew on his coat. He adjusted the microphone and continued speaking. Medvedev later wrote down this in detail in "The Man Standing Behind", published in 1995 by Red Star Publishing House in Moscow. He didn't add any more words, but told the truth that Brezhnev loved to award awards, made a joke in diplomacy, and refused to let go of power when he was confused. The job of a bodyguard is to guard people, but at the end, they can't guard people's lives.
The death of Brejnev, marked the tail of the old Soviet politics. Andropov succeeded, the kidneys were bad, the face yellow, fifteen months in office, grabbed corruption, settled for neglect, office documents were high, the bulk flew up. On February 9, 1984, his kidneys failed, the funeral went again in the Red Square, the snow was larger. Chel was up, the cough connected, thirteen months, the absence of meetings, the assistant paperwork. On March 10, 1985, he also went, the oxygen pipes were removed, the breath was weak. Gorbachev took, pushed the reform, the new thought came out, the Soviet Union changed. The leadership shifted rapidly, everyone with the sick ranks, the conference room lights shattered, the
Brezhnev was born in the home of a steel factory worker in Ukraine in 1906. When he was a child, he wandered around the factory with his father and grew up smelling rust. I read some books and studied land surveying. After graduation, I didn't work in a factory. Instead, I got into the Communist Youth League and got up from the grassroots level. In the early 1930s, he became a secretary in charge of youth work. At that time, he loved smoking, cheap cigarettes, several packs a day, and the office was full of smoke. In wartime, he served as a political commissar on the front line, commanded the troops to advance, managed reconstruction after the war, and entered the central government in the 1950s and was in charge of heavy industry. In 1960, he became the chairman of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet and became the head of state. Four years later, he pushed Khrushchev and took the position of general secretary himself. Since then, the Soviet Union has expanded its military power, its space program is vigorous, and its agricultural reform has been pushed forward several rounds. He is particularly concerned about grain production, and always knocks on the table at meetings to emphasize numbers. Cigars became his trademark. Imported goods were piled up in the drawers. He smoked half a box a day and read the report while smoking. The smell of cigars couldn't dissipate.
In 1976, when he met with the President of the United States, suddenly a stroke, his right hand trembled, the doctor rushed up to inject, slowed down, and the body crashed quickly. A few days later he went to the Mongolian celebration, went down the plane with the fence, and the guards of the Kremlin were by the side. Similar things did not interrupt, in 1978, the assistant delivered a letter, and he coughed with two voices. The memory declined, the diplomatic field was often shaken, the eyes flattened when the hand was shaken, and others had to hurry around. The chapter was his favourite, the Kremlin palace's bucket was filled with silver and silver, and he loved to give himself, withdraw the office of others, and himself. The leader
Medvedev was a retired general of the KGB, responsible for the security of leaders. In his book, he said that Brezhnev's health had long been a time bomb. Long-term stress and severe insomnia are maintained by sleeping pills, and the more you eat, the more you eat. The doctor often shook his head. He was still alive when the nurse gave insulin, but there was no movement in a blink of an eye. The official said that he died of cardiac arrest, at 8:30 p.m. on November 10, 1982, but the nurse recalled that at that time, his wife Petrovna had just finished the injection, and the light was still on in his room. Medvedev was the first to find out. When he pushed the door at five o'clock in the morning, he saw that the people on the bed were motionless and cool. His heart stopped for several hours, and he knew it was over before he stepped forward to make sure. For many years, they had been waiting for this moment, but when it came, they still felt cold all over, as if they had stepped into an ice cave. Servants come and go in the residence, family members are sad, others are heavy, and no one sheds tears. Everyone knows clearly that the economy of the country left by Brezhnev, like his body, is stiff and entangled, and its development is stuck. When he led the team in his early years, there was still some improvement, the military industry became strong, and he stood firm internationally. But in the future, I like to show off and promote myself, and others play this big drama with him, so that when he leaves, he can be replaced by new people.
On the outskirts of Moscow that day, news was tightly sealed. Medvedev called to report, and a motorcade of officials arrived. A map report was spread out on the living room table, and the words were drawn to discuss succession. The doctor team came in with a cart, lifted the quilt and pressed on the chest, and pressed the stethoscope against it, but there was no sound. The doctor leading the team shook his head, packed up his equipment and left. In the afternoon, the body was transferred, covered with white cloth, and four people carried it out. The motorcade started and dust rose up. The Kremlin announcer spoke steadily and the country mourned for five days. At the funeral on Red Square, the coffin was covered with red flags, snowflakes were floating, officials bowed, and the masses stood in the wind. Andropov presided over the meeting. The wind blew on his coat. He adjusted the microphone and continued speaking. Medvedev later wrote down this in detail in "The Man Standing Behind", published in 1995 by Red Star Publishing House in Moscow. He didn't add any more words, but told the truth that Brezhnev loved to award awards, made a joke in diplomacy, and refused to let go of power when he was confused. The job of a bodyguard is to guard people, but at the end, they can't guard people's lives.
The death of Brejnev, marked the tail of the old Soviet politics. Andropov succeeded, the kidneys were bad, the face yellow, fifteen months in office, grabbed corruption, settled for neglect, office documents were high, the bulk flew up. On February 9, 1984, his kidneys failed, the funeral went again in the Red Square, the snow was larger. Chel was up, the cough connected, thirteen months, the absence of meetings, the assistant paperwork. On March 10, 1985, he also went, the oxygen pipes were removed, the breath was weak. Gorbachev took, pushed the reform, the new thought came out, the Soviet Union changed. The leadership shifted rapidly, everyone with the sick ranks, the conference room lights shattered, the