在格罗茲雷城里,举行了一次老布尔什維克和青年的会見晚会。一些老革命家,国內战爭时期的英雄,給男女青年們讲了光辉而难忘的斗爭年代里的故事。一个白髮蒼蒼、兩眼炯炯的老人,登上了講台。在这位老布尔什維克胸前,閃耀着金燦燦的列宁勛章和劳动紅旗勛章。“这就是切諾科佐夫,”坐在我身边的一个姑娘,石油学院的学生,特別亲切地說。“全城的人都知道他。” In the town of Grozриk, an evening meeting was held with the old Bolsheviks and the youth. Some old revolutionaries, heroes of the civil war, told young men and women stories of the glorious and unforgettable years of struggle. A white-haired, eyes bright old man, boarded the podium. In the chest of the old Bolsheviks, the Golden Lenin Medal and the Labor Red Flag glisten. “This is Chernokov,” a girl sitting with me, a student of the Petroleum Institute, said in particular kindly. “The whole town knows him.”