1.This is a translation of a part of a fanfiction in a fanbook <Pravda>, please don't spread it out.
In the dusk which put 627 days off, Wang Yao eventually waited until the order form coming, as what originally planed.
Although knowing there was probably nothing on that ship, he also solved his carelessness, then entered from the wicket door with a list in hand, stepping on the greasy dirty floor. Every passageway liked an abandoned factory, there were unknown chemical compound in the chinks. The signs from welding and cutting were everywhere in the room with equipment, and no dynamic host, probably those could be sold were all sold out.
It was true with the deck, yellow rusts one by one, looked like the bloodstains of monsters, with virulence, and seemed to have smoked if pouring water on it. There are many rufous rusts in antiskid grooves. North wind blew, raising filled cinnabar on the air.
Even though it was good originally, after that kind of route, it would be tired anyway like this.
He thought something like aircraft carriers at first, had a long quality guarantee period.
Eyes would be drawn on the warship everywhere, seeing the directions clearly, crossing all the pitfalls made by Siren. Sailors could not help clapping, sea birds were frightened. Iron chain was hitting the armored body of ship when weighing anchor, mixing with the beat of tide, like someone commanded, da, da, da, da.
And it turned like it would sink, and sped up, and dash out of the river mouth.
The Black Sea was chop off, which with white blood rolling, and formed a scar which was hard to heal. On the ocean, it could become a giant who would never be stuck in the mud.
He stood here.
Stood on the deck in uniform of land force, being clumsy, with pride on his face and in his heart, had drunk wine maybe. He was different from others, and would say he has drunk if he didn't. As if he would be laughed at if didn't do so.
He should had stood here.
But curse is curse.
Everyone said, there was an armor, rusty and dirty, anchoring in the Dalian Port.
Everyone told him, the star hanging on the prow upside down, nearly was dismembered; Those names in bold type Russian, new iron exposed because paint was peeled off, and it smelled like tomb. Who died here?
He bent to a squat at first, suddenly standing up, sweep away the blood in his brain.
Lower flag. Stop drumming. Remains.
This is the first time to see you, Variag, but...
Wang Yao semaphored with fingers slightly.
The door of forebridge was pushed.
Just in front of his eyes. He had no time to count the number of crew who got off, especially wait for the stuff who climbed up to count. The face of the guest was gray in the shadow, but he knew who the guest was when seeing the shadow in the light of the setting sun.
"Thank you, special case in special case," Braginsky greeted him in gesture," I am the riddle of riddle."
Parts of Note:
Special case in special case-from the words of Hegel "China is a exception of all the exception, all the logic can not work in China."
Riddle of riddle-"Russia is a riddle in the fog" from Churchill.[PS:I can not find these two original English version of this sentence, so I just translate it as its Chinese meaning...]
Last, make a conclusion of the present situations of the Little Bear's(a nickname of Ivan)) aircraft carriers.
If we should add CVH Aircraft Carrier into it, then Soviet used to have 9 aircraft carriers.
The Real aircraft carriers, from Kiev Class, there were 4. Novorossiysk, was collapsed in South Korea. Baku, whose name is Gorshkov, abandoned, used to be converted and tried to sell to India, but little bear just biding unrealistically, could not make a deal. Kiev, in China. Minsk, in China.
There are 3 aircraft carriers in last Kuznetsov Class,Ulyanovsk, was demolished, then sell to Alfred as molten iron. Admiral Kuznetzov, the active aircraft carrier in little bear's home.(means Ivan's home, Russia of course)
Variag, in China.