اذا لم تجد ما تبحث عنه يمكنك استخدام كلمات أكثر دقة.
In Moscow lieutenant colonel Ibrahiem was in his room studying when a Russian solider knocked at his door ‘High comrade, the command wants to talk to you,’ the solider said in slowly spoken English Ibrahiem went to the beautiful Lieutenant Galena, the secretary of General Alexander Yuri ‘Hello Galena, the General asked a comrade solider to tell me that he wants to have word with me,’ Ibrahiem said ‘Yes I know,’ she opened the door that separated her small room from the large office Alexander invited Ibrahiem to have a sit. He stood beside the window and kept looking at the road. ‘I’ve bad news for you and for your Egyptian colleagues,’ the general started. ‘In fact I’m as sad as you. President Nasser died I’d like you to tell all the Egyptian officers in this institute that the people of the Soviet Union feel very sorry for this great and respected leader. I decided that lectures and training will be stopped tomorrow as I know your feelings towards the beloved president.’ ‘Thank you General. Excuse me,’ Ibrahiem saluted the General ‘You may dismiss,’ the General said then shacked hands with Ibrahiem On his way to his room, Ibrahiem felt how much he missed his transistor radio. The only news they know was the articles of the official Russian newspapers translated into English and Arabic. During weekends, he and his colleagues went regularly to the Egyptian Military Attaché office so they might read the Egyptian newspapers while sounds of Om Kolthom and Abd-El-Halim were filling the place from a recorder