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ᥠ Download Format Kindle ᘦ The Hunt for Red October For Free ᦝ Ebook Author Tom Clancy ᦨ ᥠ Download Format Kindle ᘦ The Hunt for Red October For Free ᦝ Ebook Author Tom Clancy ᦨ THE FIRST DAYFRIDAY, 3 DECEMBERThe Red OctoberCaptain First Rank Marko Ramius of the Soviet Navy was dressed for the Arctic conditions normal to the Northern Fleet submarine base at Polyarnyy Five layers of wool and oilskin enclosed him A dirty harbor tug pushed his submarines bow around to the north, facing down the channel The dock that had held his Red October for two interminable months was now a water filled concrete box, one of the many specially built to shelter strategic missile submarines from the harsh elements On its edge a collection of sailors and dockyard workers watched his ship sail in stolid Russian fashion, without a wave or a cheer.Engines ahead slow, Kamarov, he ordered The tug slid out of the way, and Ramius glanced aft to see the water stirring from the force of the twin bronze propellers The tugs commander waved Ramius returned the gesture The tug had done a simple job, but done it quickly and well The Red October, a Typhoon class sub, moved under her own power towards the main ship channel of the Kola Fjord.Theres Purga, Captain Gregoriy Kamarov pointed to the icebreaker that would escort them to sea Ramius nodded The two hours required to transit the channel would tax not his seamanship but his endurance There was a cold north wind blowing, the only sort of north wind in this part of the world Late autumn had been surprisingly mild, and scarcely any snow had fallen in an area that measures it in meters then a week before a major winter storm had savaged the Murmansk coast, breaking pieces off the Arctic icepack The icebreaker was no formality The Purga would butt aside any ice that might have drifted overnight into the channel It would not do at all for the Soviet Navys newest missile submarine to be damaged by an errant chunk of frozen water.The water in the fjord was choppy, driven by the brisk wind It began to lap over the Octobers spherical bow, rolling back down the flat missile deck which lay before the towering black sail The water was coated with the bilge oil of numberless ships, filth that would not evaporate in the low temperatures and that left a black ring on the rocky walls of the fjord as though from the bath of a slovenly giant An altogether apt simile, Ramius thought The Soviet giant cared little for the dirt it left on the face of the earth, he grumbled to himself He had learned his seamanship as a boy on inshore fishing boats, and knew what it was to be in harmony with nature.Increase speed to one third, he said Kamarov repeated his captains order over the bridge telephone The water stirred as the October moved astern of the Purga Captain Lieutenant Kamarov was the ships navigator, his last duty station having been harbor pilot for the large combatant vessels based on both sides of the wide inlet The two officers kept a weather eye on the armed icebreaker three hundred meters ahead The Purgas after deck had a handful of crewmen stomping about in the cold, one wearing the white apron of a ships cook They wanted to witness the Red Octobers first operational cruise, and besides, sailors will do almost anything to break the monotony of their duties.Ordinarily it would have irritated Ramius to have his ship escorted outthe channel here was wide and deepbut not today The ice was something to worry about And so, for Ramius, was a great deal else.So, my Captain, again we go to sea to serve and protect the Rodina Captain Second Rank Ivan Yurievich Putin poked his head through the hatchwithout permission, as usualand clambered up the ladder with the awkwardness of a landsman The tiny control station was already crowded enough with the captain, the navigator, and a mute lookout Putin was the ships zampolit political officer Everything he did was to serve the Rodina Motherland , a word that had mystical connotations to a Russian and, along with V I Lenin, was the Communist partys substitute for a godhead.Indeed, Ivan, Ramius replied with good cheer than he felt Two weeks at sea It is good to leave the dock A seaman belongs at sea, not tied alongside, overrun with bureaucrats and workmen with dirty boots And we will be warm.You find this cold Putin asked incredulously.For the hundredth time Ramius told himself that Putin was the perfect political officer His voice was always too loud, his humor too affected He never allowed a person to forget what he was The perfect political officer, Putin was an easy man to fear.I have been in submarines too long, my friend I grow accustomed to moderate temperatures and a stable deck under my feet Putin did not notice the veiled insult Hed been assigned to submarines after his first tour on destroyers had been cut short by chronic seasicknessand perhaps because he did not resent the close confinement aboard submarines, something that many men cannot tolerate.Ah, Marko Aleksandrovich, in Gorkiy on a day like this, flowers bloom And what sort of flowers might those be, Comrade Political Officer Ramius surveyed the fjord through his binoculars At noon the sun was barely over the southeast horizon, casting orange light and purple shadows along the rocky walls.Why, snow flowers, of course, Putin said, laughing loudly On a day like this the faces of the children and the women glow pink, your breath trails behind you like a cloud, and the vodka tastes especially fine Ah, to be in Gorkiy on a day like this The bastard ought to work for Intourist, Ramius told himself, except that Gorkiy is a city closed to foreigners He had been there twice It had struck him as a typical Soviet city, full of ramshackle buildings, dirty streets, and ill clad citizens As it was in most Russian cities, winter was Gorkiys best season The snow hid all the dirt Ramius, half Lithuanian, had childhood memories of a better place, a coastal village whose Hanseatic origin had left rows of presentable buildings.It was unusual for anyone other than a Great Russian to be aboardmuch less commanda Soviet naval vessel Markos father, Aleksandr Ramius, had been a hero of the Party, a dedicated, believing Communist who had served Stalin faithfully and well When the Soviets first occupied Lithuania in 1940, the elder Ramius was instrumental in rounding up political dissidents, shop owners, priests, and anyone else who might have been troublesome to the new regime All were shipped off to fates that now even Moscow could only guess at When the Germans invaded a year later, Aleksandr fought heroically as a political commissar, and was later to distinguish himself in the Battle of Leningrad In 1944 he returned to his native land with the spearhead of the Eleventh Guards Army to wreak bloody vengeance on those who had collaborated with the Germans or been suspected of such Markos father had been a true Soviet heroand Marko was deeply ashamed to be his son His mothers health had been broken during the endless siege of Leningrad She died giving birth to him, and he was raised by his paternal grandmother in Lithuania while his father strutted through the Party Central Committee in Vilnius, awaiting his promotion to Moscow He got that, too, and was a candidate member of the Politburo when his life was cut short by a heart attack.Markos shame was not total His fathers prominence had made his current goal a possibility, and Marko planned to wreak his own vengeance on the Soviet Union, enough, perhaps, to satisfy the thousands of his countrymen who had died before he was even born.Where we are going, Ivan Yurievich, it will be colder still.Putin clapped his captains shoulder Was his affection feigned or real Marko wondered Probably real Ramius was an honest man, and he recognized that this short, loud oaf did have some human feelings.Why is it, Comrade Captain, that you always seem glad to leave the Rodina and go to sea Ramius smiled behind his binoculars A seaman has one country, Ivan Yurievich, but two wives You never understand that Now I go to my other wife, the cold, heartless one that owns my soul Ramius paused The smile vanished My only wife, now.Putin was quiet for once, Marko noted The political officer had been there, had cried real tears as the coffin of polished pine rolled into the cremation chamber For Putin the death of Natalia Bogdanova Ramius had been a cause of grief, but beyond that the act of an uncaring God whose existence he regularly denied For Ramius it had been a crime committed not by God but the State An unnecessary, monstrous crime, one that demanded punishment.Ice The lookout pointed.Loose pack ice, starboard side of the channel, or perhaps something calved off the east side glacier Well pass well clear, Kamarov said.Captain The bridge speaker had a metallic voice Message from fleet headquarters.Read it.Exercise area clear No enemy vessels in vicinity Proceed as per orders Signed, Korov, Fleet Commander.Acknowledged, Ramius said The speaker clicked off So, no Amerikantsi about You doubt the fleet commander Putin inquired.I hope he is correct, Ramius replied, sincerely than his political officer would appreciate But you remember our briefings.Putin shifted on his feet Perhaps he was feeling the cold.Those American 688 class submarines, Ivan, the Los Angeleses Remember what one of their officers told our spy That they could sneak up on a whale and bugger it before it knew they were there I wonder how the KGB got that bit of information A beautiful Soviet agent, trained in the ways of the decadent West, too skinny, the way the imperialists like their women, blond hair The captain grunted amusement Probably the American officer was a boastful boy, trying to find a way to do something similar to our agent, no And feeling his liquor, like most sailors Still The American Los Angeles class, and the new British Trafalgars, those we must guard against They are a threat to us.The Americans are good technicians, Comrade Captain, Putin said, but they are not giants Their technology is not so awesome Nasha lutcha, he concluded Ours is better.Ramius nodded thoughtfully, thinking to himself that zampoliti really ought to know something about the ships they supervised, as mandated by Party doctrine.Ivan, didnt the farmers around Gorkiy tell you it is the wolf you do not see that you must fear But dont be overly concerned With this ship we will teach them a lesson, I think.As I told the Main Political Administration, Putin clapped Ramius shoulder again, Red October is in the best of hands Ramius and Kamarov both smiled at that You son of a bitch the captain thought, saying in front of my men that you must pass on my fitness to command A man who could not command a rubber raft on a calm day A pity you will not live to eat those words, Comrade Political Officer, and spend the rest of your life in the gulag for that misjudgment It would almost be worth leaving you alive.A few minutes later the chop began to pick up, making the submarine roll The movement was accentuated by their height above the deck, and Putin made excuses to go below Still a weak legged sailor Ramius shared the observation silently with Kamarov, who smiled agreement Their unspoken contempt for the zampolit was a most un Soviet thought.The next hour passed quickly The water grew rougher as they approached the open sea, and their icebreaker escort began to wallow on the swells Ramius watched her with interest He had never been on an icebreaker, his entire career having been in submarines They were comfortable, but also dangerous He was accustomed to the danger, though, and the years of experience would stand him in good stead now.Sea buoy in sight, Captain Kamarov pointed The red lighted buoy was riding actively on the waves.Control room, what is the sounding Ramius asked over the bridge telephone.One hundred meters below the keel, Comrade Captain.Increase speed to two thirds, come left ten degrees Ramius looked at Kamarov Signal our course change to Purga, and hope he doesnt turn the wrong way.Kamarov reached for the small blinker light stowed under the bridge coaming The Red October began to accelerate slowly, her 30,000 ton bulk resisting the power of her engines Presently the bow wave grew to a three meter standing arc of water man made combers rolled down the missile deck, splitting against the front of the sail The Purga altered course to starboard, allowing the submarine to pass well clear.Ramius looked aft at the bluffs of the Kola Fjord They had been carved to this shape millennia before by the remorseless pressure of towering glaciers How many times in his twenty years of service with the Red Banner Northern Fleet had he looked at the wide, flat U shape This would be the last One way or another, hed never go back Which way would it turn out Ramius admitted to himself that he didnt much care Perhaps the stories his grandmother had taught him were true, about God and the reward for a good life He hoped soit would be good if Natalia were not truly dead In any case, there was no turning back He had left a letter in the last mailbag taken off before sailing There was no going back after that.Praise for The Hunt for Red OctoberFlawlessfrighteningly genuine The Wall Street Journal Remarkableintricate and nerve tingling.Clive CusslerGripping narrativeNavy buffs and thriller adepts have been mesmerized TimePraise for Tom ClancyHe constantly taps the current world situation for its imminent dangers and spins them into an engrossing tale The New York Times Book ReviewA brilliant describer of events The Washington PostNo one can equal his talent for making military electronics and engineering intelligible and excitingHe remains the best Houston Chronicle The Hunt for Red October IMDb The same year was released they shared the screen in Russia House , another story set during Cold War See Goofs Hunt Idioms by Free Dictionary Corporation NYSE HUN HUNT manufacturer 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    • The Hunt for Red October
    • 4.3
    • 598
    • Format Kindle
    • 0425240339
    • Tom Clancy
    • Anglais
    • 16 August 2017

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