On this sunny morning, the songs and music in the basement were singing one after another. Everyone was keeping time and forgetting to sing those battle songs that are destined to become classics in later generations. The little girl who claimed to be able to ballet was also guarding
Under the waltz of flowers accompanied by Ran and Kona, they performed a cute goose flapping its wings and spinning in circles.
Near noon, the sunlight passed through the glass window and cast a parallelogram-shaped spot of light on the table against the wall in the deepest part of the basement. It also happened to cover the piece of black bread and a piece of dried fish placed on the table for lunch.
Of course, there is also a TK small pistol.
Beside the table, Kona sat on the small stool with her legs crossed, holding the bayan with Shostakovich's music signature.
At the entrance of the basement, Wei Ran, who was also holding the bayanqin and helping to accompany the children, was stunned, and his eyes subconsciously saw the little girl Anastasia who was eating her fingers among the children.
This little girl, who was as thin as a little monkey, had almost put her entire thumb into her mouth. There was a strip of drool dyed golden by the sun hanging from the corner of her mouth.
But her beautiful big eyes were looking at Kona who was playing the bayan with admiration. The brothers and sisters around her also finished singing their song together, keeping time with the accompaniment.
"Warrior Song" I learned on the radio.
"We have lunch today"
As Kena spoke, she also raised the piece of black bread on the dinner plate and shook it, "But, before lunch, how about you let me sing another song?"
"Sister Ke Na, what song do you want to sing?" Olga asked first, "You Victor has been accompanying you all morning, but we haven't heard you sing a song yet."
"me..."
Kona gently pressed the keys, and after improvising a string of music, she smiled and said, "This song doesn't have a name yet. Anyway, let me try it first."
After saying that, the girl squinted her eyes and looked at the golden sunshine outside the window. While playing a soothing song on the bayan that no one had heard before, she sang a song that no one had heard before.
The white Neva River is filled with red artillery fire
In that cold ruins, there are a group of happy little guys
They moved every piece of rubble away, using all their strength
In the warm nest under the ruins, red charcoal fire is burning
Those children endured hunger and cold and worked hard to live.
Dear children, we are the brave and fearless Leningraders.
Dear child, we will eventually overcome cold and hunger.
Dear child, we will surely welcome the dawn.
Wild ducks are flying on the blue Neva River.
In that nirvana city, there are a group of hardworking little guys.
They knocked down every piece of ruins and used all their strength.
In the small nest rebuilt on the ruins, there are fragrant Christmas geese on the table.
Those children, they drove away the cold, hunger and invaders.
Dear partners, you will be the builders of this city.
Dear friends, you will be the guardians of this city.
Dear partners, you will continue to live in this city.
There are barges setting sail on the golden Neva River.
What a beautiful city, everyone has the same beliefs.
The beautiful houses on the shore are full of warmth and happiness.
Those children, they have grown up.
Dear friends, how I wish you could stay away from war.
Dear friends, I wish you could always maintain hope.
Dear friends, I miss you so much that you can bloom and be reborn in the spring.
...
As Ke Na gradually stopped playing, Wei Ran raised his camera in relief, pointed at the girl bathing in the sun, and pressed the shutter. He also took a picture of the bird subconsciously reaching towards her, with a circle of teeth marks.
little hands.
When he put down the camera, the children who seemed to understand but not seemed to understand also gave warm applause.
"It's time for us to have lunch"
Ke Na put down the bayanqin in her arms, called for Wei Ran's help, and cut the bread into 22 equal portions with a saw. The dried fish was also cut into pieces and thrown into the simmering meat.
In the soup.
"Kona, what are we doing this afternoon? Keep singing?" a little guy named Sergey asked, raising his neck.
"We're going to prepare for the move in the afternoon." Kena paused, "Of course, we have to take another group photo."
"Let's start now!" Alexander said after finishing his lunch in three or two mouthfuls, "I've already finished it!"
"I've finished eating too!" Alyosha followed closely and raised the enamel cup in his hand.
"Now that you two have finished eating, go and power up the radio." Wei Ran said pretending to be dissatisfied. Hearing this, the other children immediately burst into laughter.
Alexander and Alyosha looked at each other, and the two brothers immediately moved in front of the simple radio. One of them was responsible for stepping on the pedals, and the other was responsible for adjusting the antenna and channel.
Soon, in the basement, which was warmed by the stove and sunshine, news came from various front lines and from Moscow.
"Kena, take this. I will probably not need this when I live in an air-raid shelter with my children in the future."
As Wei Ran spoke, he took out a red velvet bag from his arms. The bag was also embroidered with a golden sickle and hammer pattern.
Taking the heavy body stove and looking at it, Kona happily put it into her arms, and then pushed the small TK pistol to Wei Ran, "Take this, it can at least make people talk."
Reasonable people should consider following your advice."
"I will give him a good enough suggestion when the time comes." Wei Ran smiled and took the small pistol, which was only the size of his palm.
"Remember to give me a copy when the photo is developed," Ke Na said in a low voice while sipping the broth.
"I'll give you a share"
Wei Ran paused and added, "Don't forget that we still owe Comrade Matvey 16 rubles. After the war is over, we will have to take our children to pay back the performance fee."
"I will remember it"
When Kona said this, she put down her empty cup, took out a piece of red chalk from her pocket, stood up, walked to the wall, raised her hand and wrote down a line of agreement.
After the war is over:
We are going to the zoo together to repay the 16 rubles performance fee we owe Uncle Matvey.
We are going to watch a performance at the Marien Opera House together - if Cona is performing, she must be in the first row.
As soon as he finished writing this sentence, the older children headed by Alexander couldn't help laughing.
"We will also sing together then!" Lesia couldn't help but remind Kona, who had already put the chalk in her pocket.
"Write it yourself." Before Ke Na finished speaking, she had already taken out the piece of chalk again and handed it to the other party.
"We still want to sing together! Let's sing together on the playground outside!" Lesia wrote out her agreement on tiptoes.
Taking the chalk from Lesia's hand, Alyosha read out while writing, "We are going to have a big meal together, eating white bread and beef, drinking undiluted milk, candies and honey."
"We will rebuild Leningrad together!" The little guy named Ivan wrote a new agreement.
"We all want to live." The little guy Bogdan, who joined Alexander and others in this big family, said his agreement in a sweet voice.
"Yes! We all want to live!"
Wei Ran bent down and picked up the little guy, letting him ride on his neck, and handed the chalk over, "Can you write it down yourself?"
"I can only spell my name," Bogdan said angrily, "but I can't write it."
"Let me write it for you"
Kona took the chalk from Wei Ran and wrote an agreement on the wall that belonged to Bogdan and everyone.
"Let's take pictures here," Wei Ran suggested abruptly while looking at the rows of lines shrouded in sunlight.
"Then let's take pictures here!" Before Ke Na could finish her words, the children, who had been pulled by Wei Ran more than once to take pictures, immediately surrounded her with cheers.
After taking off Bogdan from his body and handing it to Alexander, Wei Ran adjusted the angle of the camera and pressed the delayed shutter. Then he quickly ran behind the children, in vain to leave his own shadow behind.
