the child woke up, narrowed his eyes, smiled rather than smiled, hummed and groaned and wanted to be fed. The child’s mother told me: “the milk the child eats is provided free of charge by the state.” Feeling a little curious, I asked, “are all newborn babies supplied by the state?” She said: “yes, milk and nutrition. Of course, rich people don’t need them! Every pregnant woman has her own doctor, and the doctor will issue you a certificate of free supply.” I asked again, “how long does the doctor prescribe the free certificate?” She said, “this is the doctor has the final say.” I actually said, “the pregnant woman has to have a good relationship with the doctor.” She didn’t answer me. I haven’t heard of such a thing in previous years. I think this is a necessary measure taken by the Russian government to vigorously encourage fertility on the one hand, and shows that Russia’s national strength has this possibility on the other. This progress is a great joy for young mothers in Russia.

in the midsummer of this year, when I was preparing to go to Russia, the forest fire made the country become solemn and terrible in an instant. The repeated images of smoke, dust and fog and pedestrians rushing with masks on the TV screen are warnings or indications: should I have this trip to Russia?

finally, I went. From summer fire to autumn rain, I visited more than a dozen cities in central Russia. There was no light car, no prior arrangement and no official activities. What I saw and talked about were ordinary people who knocked on the door, sat down for dinner and tea, and described their family’s strengths and weaknesses in detail. Although I can’t say that I have seen everything about Russia, after all, I have seen Russia, which is the least whitewashed, the most inaction and the least propaganda consciousness. I have come into contact with the most simple, sincere and kind-hearted Russians. Of course, I have also seen its negative people and things.

police: a special Russian symbol

in the facts I faced in the past, one thing I always remember is that my nerves will be nervous as soon as I set foot on the land of Russia. Although I can’t say I’m unfamiliar with this country, I can’t say I don’t have enough perceptual knowledge, and I can’t say I don’t have prior psychological preparation before my visit. I’m nervous because the Russians are nervous, the Russian law enforcement personnel are nervous, and the atmosphere in Russia is tense. In many visits, Russians are always in a hurry, with a sullen face. They do things like sesame seeds and mung beans, but don’t finish them, and drag them on; Trivial disputes, hair trigger, instant face change; The streets are full of soldiers of special units in black uniforms with the latest short handled Kalashnikov submachine guns on their shoulders, as well as policemen in faded gray uniforms who are always looking for; The whole atmosphere is intolerant and lack of goodwill. There is a kind of doubt, hesitation and wait-and-see that can be clearly perceived. Such a Russia is clearly in turmoil.

Russian police and soldiers of special teams like to check Oriental passports and visas in the streets, squares and markets. It is well known how many unpleasant and even ugly things have happened between them and the Chinese people in order to check their passports and visas. So when I went out of the hotel, the first thing I had to check was whether I had my passport with me. In particular, when you stay in a hotel, give your passport to the staff for formalities. The passport will be returned to you the next day or even the third day. In this day or two, you become an “undocumented person”, and you can’t go on the street. Even if you go on the street, your Russian must be enough to explain to the police and soldiers: why don’t you have a passport. When you meet the reasonable police and soldiers, there is nothing wrong. You go your way and they will check their. If you meet unreasonable people, you will have trouble: at least you will be fined, and at most you will have to “go” with them. This time, I was still so alert. I didn’t check anything before I went out, just to see if my passport was in my pocket. To my surprise, I didn’t encounter the matter of checking passports in the street in dozens of days, and I didn’t see others checked passports.

this time, as soon as I walked into the street of Moscow, I suddenly felt much more comfortable. Because I couldn’t see the soldiers, and the police didn’t walk around in the street, but in the traffic jam at the busy time when they should command. Even in the past, soldiers and police were the most concentrated“ ВНДХ” In the exhibition hall area, I haven’t met anyone who needs to check your passport. The same is true of St. Petersburg and grand norgorod, not to mention those small and medium-sized towns. I did see that the streets and alleys were full of police. It was September 1, the day of the opening of primary and secondary schools. I don’t know how many times more police force was to prevent possible emergencies, because Russia had the painful lessons of the “Beslan incident”, the “theater hostage incident” in Moscow and the bombing of the subway several times. The flowers, the innocent performance of the children and the solemn looking police in their new uniforms make up the bright colors of Russia in September. It happened that on this day, I walked to the “saliut” hotel and couldn’t distinguish the way to continue. Five policemen, male and female, stood at the right corner of the street. I went to ask the way, and the five answered almost in unison: “go ahead, go ahead!” A tall policeman said in great detail: “go ahead, go along this direction, go all the way, go all the way, you don’t have to turn, you’ll arrive!” When I thanked them and left, another policeman said behind me, “don’t turn the corner, just see a gray tall building!”

of course, I also encountered the trouble of the police once. It was on our way to bereslavli when we met a checkpoint on the road. Still far away, the driver reminded me to fasten my seat belt. But as soon as we got to the sentry post, we were stopped. A policeman stopped the car: “you broke the traffic rules. Why don’t the people in the back seat fasten their seat belts?” The driver and the owner were invited into the sentry office and took my passport at the same time.

in a few minutes, they came back and said, “fine! Who