At the edge of the forest shrouded in darkness, Wei Ran patiently waited for the two little figures to drag away the second load of horse manure on a sled, and waited for the reindeer to drain the blood before tying the two with a rope.
With his hind hooves, he hung him upside down on a tree branch.
When he finished the skinning work skillfully and cut off the pair of antlers, the old man named Sergey came over wearing a new belt and pulling a sled.
"Keep this for you to eat."
While the old guy named Sergey was talking, he had already picked out the heart and liver of the reindeer, wrapped them in deerskin and handed them to Wei Ran, and then put the remaining sewer into a wooden basin and placed it on the sledge.
"I'm going to feed these to the dogs. Where's your axe? Help me chop off the deer's legs and separate the remaining parts vertically. Those have to be sent to the canteen."
Although this old guy asked a lot, but thinking about the two large pieces of internal organs wrapped in deerskin in his hand, Wei Ran still waved the long knife in his hand and easily removed the four legs, and then
He picked up the axe, chopped the still steaming corpse along the spine on both sides, and threw the ribs together with the deer legs onto the small sledge that the other party dragged over.
"Do you need this spine?" Wei Ran asked, pointing to the remaining spine.
"Take it!" Sergey gave it to Wei Ran with great pleasure without even asking about the purpose of the spine.
Watching the old guy drag the sledge away, Wei Ran picked up the deer skin, held the spine with a lot of remaining meat under his arm, and carried a pair of deer antlers with his other hand, and walked towards the stone building not far away.
house.
With a little effort, he lifted the curtain and pushed open the thick wooden door. When he lifted another layer of bulging canvas curtain, in addition to the heat wave and the smell of sweat coming from the pavement, he also heard the clanging knocking.
Voice.
Following the sound, I saw a man wearing a leather apron and shirtless next to the fireplace. He was holding a hammer in one hand and holding a red-hot horseshoe with a pair of tongs in the other.
There was a clanking sound on the anvil.
Is this Second Lieutenant Sumet?
While Wei Ran was secretly observing the other party, he was also observing the stone house. Compared with the ruins of buildings seen in later generations, this place was so full that there was almost no room for footing.
On one side of the door, two rusty iron buckets were filled with coking coal, while the two iron buckets on the other side were filled with various waste wood and sawdust and other garbage.
Directly above the four oil drums, there is a glass window that is not too big and is almost covered with ice and snow from the outside.
On the wall on the other side of the door, next to the two large trash cans, on a long log table, in addition to various blacksmith tools, there are also various carpenter tools hanging on the wall.
Looking at the wall facing the door, there is a pile of wooden boards about one meter high. On one end of this pile of waist-high wooden boards are several pairs of damaged skis, as well as some already processed but
But I don’t know what to use the wooden components for.
At the other end of the pile of wooden boards, in addition to a pile of iron sheets, there was a wooden box stacked with various iron parts. And between the pile of wooden boards and the large fireplace built into the corner, there was a
In a small area, there is an oil drum with a wooden lid placed almost perfectly.
Under the last wall of the stone house is where Mesut is busy. There is also an oil barrel near the fireplace. Although this barrel is filled with water, it is extremely filthy. There are even some dark things floating around.
On the side of the entrance, between the oil drum containing coking coal and Mesut who was busy at work, was a wooden ladder slanted on the wall. On the top of this ladder, which was only more than one meter long, was a similarly hanging ladder. A small door with a canvas curtain.
On one side of the small door close to the stone wall of Mesut, there is an iron nail that is more than 20 centimeters long and about the thickness of a chopstick, and hanging on it is a large kerosene lamp with a glass cover.
This stone house, which is not clear whether it is a blacksmith's shop or a carpenter's shop, is entirely illuminated by the kerosene lamp and the fireplace burning coking coal.
"Where are the antlers?" Mesut said as he threw the horseshoe into the charcoal fire of the fireplace to reheat it, and at the same time put down the hammer in his hand.
"Here"
As Wei Ran spoke, he handed the antlers in his hand to the other party, then held the reindeer spine tucked under the armpit of his other arm and asked, "These are gifts from Sergey, where are they placed?"
"Take it and cook it"
Mesut said and threw the antlers on the table, bent down and took out an enamel bucket with a lid from under the log table, took the deer skin from Wei Ran's hand, opened it, and threw in all the heart and liver inside. In the pot.
Then, Mesut randomly took out a half-meter-square scrap from the pile of wooden boards and placed it on the table, "chop it up and cook it together."
Hearing this, Wei Ran quickly placed the spine he was carrying on the temporary chopping board. Using the ax on his waist, he chopped it into sections along the seams of the bones and threw them into the bone. In a big pot.
While he was busy here, Mesut also pulled out a second box from under the table, took out a piece of coarse salt about the size of a quail egg and threw it into the pot.
Finally, he opened the iron bucket with a lid by the fireplace. Mesut used a wooden ladle to scoop out two ladles of water and poured it into the pot. After closing the lid, he placed the enamel pot directly on the fireplace. Next to the stove.
Although the pot was full, Wei Ran still had five or six reindeer vertebrae in his hand.
"Bake the rest." Mesut pulled out another iron plate and handed it to Wei Yan, while pointing to the ladder.
After taking the plate and loading the remaining spine, Wei Ran stepped on the ladder, opened the curtain, and ducked in.
Just as later generations guessed when they saw the ruins of this building, it was a small wooden house. The only window was tightly blocked by a thick cotton curtain, and the room was extremely dark.
This chapter is not over yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading! He took out a sterling silver lighter from Leningrad from the metal book and lit it. With the faint light of the fire, Wei Ran could barely see clearly. There are only two high and low beds placed at 90 degrees and two wooden tables also placed at 90 degrees.
The vacant space between the two tables is where the fireplace is built next door.
It is precisely because of the existence of the fireplace next door that this not-so-large room is extremely warm. Moreover, there is a hole cut out in the only stone wall near the fireplace, and there is a wooden cover.
First, he placed the baking pan on the table, then lit the kerosene lamp on the table and immediately put away the lighter.
Lifting the wooden cover under the light of the kerosene lamp, he immediately felt the heat wave coming from the pavement. Obviously, this was an oven built with the help of the wrought iron fireplace next door, because there was also an oven filled with water inside.
enamel kettle.
After pushing the plate with the spine into the oven and covering it with a wooden board, I had time to carefully observe the room with a kerosene lamp. In other words, observe the two bunk beds and the two tables.
On one of the tables, in addition to two German army lunch boxes that had been resprayed with red paint and two German army kettles that had been replaced with gray thermal insulation felt jackets, there was also a wooden box. Gently open the box and see what was inside.
They are all veterinary medical tools and a few medicines.
Look at the two sets of lunch boxes and kettles. One set has the Russian name "Mesut Gotze" written in paint on it, and the other set has his own character name "Victor" written on it.
Placed on another table are two Japanese lunch boxes and Japanese kettles also sprayed with red paint. On these two sets of personal items, "Ihor" and "Andre" were written respectively in Russian.
Two names.
In addition, on these two tables, each person also has two enamel jars with their names written on them in paint. One of them even contains a toothbrush with a wooden handle and toothpaste packaged in iron.
Taking off his gloves and picking his nose, Wei Ran reached out and wiped the two toothbrush heads that were probably used by the Japanese, and then opened the lunch box with his name written in paint. Unfortunately, the lunch box was pretty complete except for
There was nothing at all except the knife and fork.
Unwilling to give up, I rummaged through my body and found only a few tokens that seemed to be issued separately by the labor camps. In other words, these tokens that were obviously different from the Soviet rubles could only be circulated in a small area.
As long as you leave here, you will be a piece of paper.
Before he could go to the two bunk beds to look for anything special, Mesut from next door urged, "Victor, are you okay yet? We should change the horseshoes, hurry up."
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"It'll be ready soon!"
Wei Ran responded, hurriedly put the tokens back into his pocket, blew out the oil lamp, touched the table and walked to the door, raised the curtain and climbed the ladder back to the stone house.
After a while, Mesut, who was originally shirtless, had put on a cotton coat that was no different from Wei Ran's, and also had a leather hat on his head.
Under his command, Wei Ran helped pick up a canvas bag containing tools for trimming horseshoes and a large bunch of horseshoes. The former carried the large oil lamp in one hand and a tin bucket filled with red charcoal in the other.
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The two of them left the stone house one after another and walked straight to the stables not far away. Ignoring the two men who had not returned from cleaning the horse manure, Mesut turned on the kerosene lamp and hung it on a nail on the wall.
Then he took a horse from the stable and tied it to a wooden stake. He first tied one leg so that it could not touch the ground, and then lifted the other leg and placed it on the stool.
As Wei Ran watched, Mesut deftly used large pliers to remove the loose horse's hoof. Then, after carefully trimming the horse's hoof, he asked Wei Ran to press a red-hot horseshoe onto the well-built building.
on the hoof.
Amidst the steaming blue smoke and the choking smell of burnt protein, Wei Ran followed the other party's instructions and pressed the dark red horseshoe into the drinking manger transformed from a cut oil drum to cool it.
Final construction work is also being done on the horseshoe.
With the cooperation of the two of them, the first horse's hoof was nailed to the horse's shoe smoothly, and the second horse's hoof was also thrown into the charcoal fire for heating.
Before they could change the horseshoes on the four hooves of the relatively tame mare, the two thin figures dragged the empty sleigh into the stable.
"Happy birthday, Mesut, happy birthday, Victor." One of the little Asian-looking men greeted enthusiastically in Russian.
"Happy birthday, Ihor" Mesut responded politely in Russian.
Another short Asian-looking man said in Russian with envy, "You three actually have the same birthday."
"It's just a coincidence." Mesut, Ihor, and Wei Ran all said the same thing at the same time.
"I heard that you have also joined the party?" the little man lowered his voice and asked, changing the subject.
"certainly"
While trimming the horse's hooves, Mesut replied calmly, "Our applications have been submitted."
"Andre, maybe the four of us will be party members in the future." Ihor said happily while loading horse dung on the sleigh.
Hearing this, another little man who also started shoveling horse manure opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment and then whispered, "Friends, I have something to tell you."
"What's the matter?" Ihor asked casually, while temporarily stopping what he was doing.
"I"
Seeing that Wei Ran and Mesut had also stopped working and looked over, this Asian man who seemed to be named Andre said, "I actually received a notice today that after dawn tomorrow, I will be transferred to the north to mine.
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After a pause, the little man, who was suspected to be named Andre, continued, "I heard that all the party members seem to be going there, and the environment there is said to be very bad."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In the stable, the four people looked at each other, and Mesut was the first to ask, "If you are transferred to the north, will you come back?"
"I'm not sure, but the director told me to pack up my personal belongings tonight and even take my quilt with me. I guess I won't be able to come back."
After a moment of silence, Mesut continued the work of trimming the horse's hooves, and at the same time said vaguely, "Andre, come back alive."
After a while, the man named Andre sighed, brandished a big shovel, and worked hard to clean up the excrement in the stable.
While everyone was busy in their own way, the stables were gradually cleaned up. Wei Ran and Mesut also put new horseshoes on all the horses that needed to have their toenails clipped, and also trimmed the horses' toenails to cover their eyes.
Hair curtain.
Almost at the same time that the four people were busy with their respective tasks, whistles were heard not far away.
"It's time to eat"
Mesut said, picked up the iron bucket and stool that were no longer warm, and was the first to walk out of the stable.
Immediately afterwards, the Japanese prisoners of war Ihor and Andre also packed up their tools and walked out of the stable.
The four of them lined up to get into the stone house, and then climbed up the ladder into the wooden house next door. When they came out, everyone had a big red lunch box in their hand.
Wei Ran, who deliberately stayed one step behind the three of them, looked at the camp while walking in the direction of the whistle.
Not surprisingly, he also saw another stone house in the camp. However, although it was already meal time, the lights in the wooden house attached to the stone house were still on and there were people.
A man with a gun stood by the window.
What's more interesting is that there is an oil lamp hanging on the lintel of this wooden house, and there is a wooden board under the oil lamp, with the Russian word "store" written in conspicuous black paint. Obviously, the man guarding the warehouse is very
You may also work as a store clerk.
Opposite this small shop is the canteen where you have to queue up to get food. The people blowing a whistle at the door of the canteen to remind everyone to come and get food are the uncle Sergey who ordered Wei Ran to kill the deer not long ago, and a
He looked at a young girl who was about seventy-eight years his age.
"Happy birthday, Comrade Mesut."
As he spoke, Uncle Sergei used a long-handled iron spoon to fill Mesut's lunch box with half a portion of stewed venison with potatoes and carrots. After he closed the lid of the tray inside, he added three boiled potatoes to it.
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"Thanks"
Mesut politely thanked him in Russian, and at the same time, the young girl also filled the lid of the lunch box he held in his other hand with thick beetroot soup.
"Happy birthday, Comrade Mesut."
This simple girl who looked tall in her mid-twenties also gave her blessing, then took out a raw frozen fish from her apron pocket and stuffed it into Mesut's apron pocket, "This is for you.
Gift."
"Thank you." Mesut thanked him again and walked aside with his food.
"Happy birthday, Comrade Ihor."
While blessing the old man, Sergei also prepared stewed venison and boiled potatoes for the nuclear prisoner of war. The girl whose name I didn't know also filled the bowls of red cabbage soup and served it to him.
I gave him my blessing, and by the way, I stuffed a paper bag whose contents I couldn’t see into Ihor’s pocket.
While Ihor expressed his thanks, Uncle Sergey also sent his blessings to Wei Ran, and also filled his lunch box with stew and boiled potatoes.
"Happy birthday, Victor."
After the simple girl filled the lid of Wei Ran's lunch box with beetroot soup, she stuffed a wine bottle into his pocket.
"Thanks"
After Wei Ran sincerely thanked him, he walked aside with his food. However, judging from Mesut and Ihor's intentions, it seemed that they had no intention of waiting for Andre. The Japs named Andre also seemed to have no intention of waiting for him.
He had no intention of going back with the three of them, but walked straight to a wooden house in the opposite direction.
On the way back, Wei Ran also learned after some insinuations that the prisoner of war named Andrei in Russian was actually a Japanese soldier from Nanzhao Xian. The reason why he did not go back was because he was planning to find this prisoner.
In the film, several other Japanese prisoners of war in the labor camp had dinner together, and at the same time, they also made way for three people celebrating their birthdays.
In addition, Wei Ran also learned that the relationship between Andre and Ihor was not actually good, and the two parties were even in a superior-subordinate relationship.
There is no doubt that Andre is the superior and Ihor is the subordinate. The two of them are jointly responsible for raising horses and cleaning the stables.
Don't think that Bi Mawen's job is easy. In fact, there are far more than the fifty or sixty horses that Wei Ran saw in this stable, but more than eighty. It's just that these horses work in three shifts.
But those reindeer are all there. According to these two people, these reindeer are mainly responsible for transportation because they cannot drag the felled logs. These reindeer will only be used when someone in the labor camp needs to go to the dock in the north.
Of course, although they survived due to their strength, these reindeer are also responsible for providing meat. As for why they only raise so many reindeer, it is naturally that there are too many and it is a waste of feed.
Without waiting for the chat to end, the three of them carried their own food and returned to the stone house. Under Mesut's command, Wei Ran and the Japanese prisoner named Ihor took out a piece of wood and put it on the fireplace.
A long table was formed, and the food that had just been brought was also placed on the long table.
After Mesut dug out several more large wooden bowls, Ihor also brought the enamel pot placed by the fireplace to the table, and used a large wooden spoon to put almost all the meat inside into the wooden bowls.
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Wei Ran was not idle either. He also got into the wooden house next door and took out the meaty spines that had been roasted and filled with a rich meaty aroma and placed them on the table.
Almost as soon as the three of them took out the birthday gift they had just received from the girl and placed it on the table, the thick canvas curtain was also opened, and Uncle Sergey and a man who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old
The young men also walked in one after another.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Although the light in the room is not too bright, Wei Ran can still recognize it at a glance. This young man wearing a Soviet military uniform and a woolen coat is
Warehouse guard Panin Yashin.
"Happy birthday, friends."
The young guard placed his lunch box on a long makeshift table, then took off his hat and gloves and threw them away. Although he opened the satchel around his waist, he took things out and said, "While I'm still here,
Without drinking, let me give you your birthday present first."
"Pan Ning is right, I have prepared gifts for you too."
Sergey said, but turned around and left the room. Not long after, he walked in again carrying a canvas bag.
"Mesut, this is my gift to you."
Panin said, handing a pair of goggles to Mesut, "I bought these when Sergei and I went to Turukhansk last month."
"This is a good thing," Mesut said, taking the goggles with both hands and trying to put them on his face, "It's very comfortable to wear."
"Ihor, this is your gift."
Panin said, and took out a pair of thick mittens from his pocket and handed them to Ihor, "My mother made these by herself from wolf skin."
"Thank you" Ihor happily took the pair of leather gloves connected with a leather rope.
"It's your turn, Victor." Before Panin could finish his words, he had already taken out a glass can bottle from his pocket and handed it to Wei Ran, "I made this myself. It is very useful for frostbite."
Taking the can, Wei Ran sincerely thanked him, but he couldn't help but cursed in his heart that the metal book was too stupid.
There is no other reason. This gift to himself is simply the can of solidified bear oil that he cooked with his own hands before entering this time and space and placed it in the food box. The only difference is that it is just this can
The bottle wrapper is gone.
"It's my turn to give the gift I prepared."
Sergey said, like Santa Claus, he took out a pair of brand new felt boots from his canvas pocket and handed them to Ihor, "Ihor, these are from me."
"Thank you" Ihor said gratefully.
Sergey smiled and took out a reindeer skin robe with a pullover and hood from his pocket and handed it to Wei Ran, "Victor, this is for you."
"This dress looks warm"
Wei Ran took the coat and put it on directly. Just like what he said, this coat with fur facing inside is indeed warm. Not only are the two sleeves longer than the hands, but the hem also exceeds the knees.
Cover the upper edge of the felt boots. Then buckle the hood, and even the sound will be blocked a lot.
Panin took a few steps forward, helped Wei Ran tighten the belt around his waist, and explained in a low voice, "This is Uncle Sergey's way of thanking you for walking out of the broken ice with Mesut more than a month ago.
He fished his grandson out and sewed it with the thickest reindeer hide."
Have I ever done such a good thing? While Wei Ran was muttering to himself, Sergei had already taken out another reindeer skin robe from his canvas pocket and handed it to Mesut.
After the small ceremony of exchanging gifts, the five people sat on the edge of the wooden board. Sergey also opened Weiran's bottle of wine. Ihor also used a knife handed by Panin to cut the thirty-year-old man's hand.
The frozen fish, many centimeters long, was cut into thin slices.
As for Mesut, he tore open the pack of cigarettes that Ihor had just thrown on the table, took out one, put it in his mouth and lit it.
"For the first cup, let us pay homage to Comrade Stalin," Sergey said loudly, then lowered his voice and added, "And the shaman god who protects us."
"cheers!"
The rest of the crowd agreed in a low voice, and each drank the bottom glass of vodka in the enamel jar.
“Second cup”
While Panin was pouring the wine, Sergey picked up a piece of raw fish fillet and threw it into his mouth. After chewing a few mouthfuls, he said, "Happy birthday to our friend."
"cheers"
Everyone drank the wine in the cup again. This time, the wine was more than twice as much as before.
"The third glass," Sergey said after pouring the wine, "let me think about it, just to commemorate the reindeer killed by Victor."
"cheers!"
Although the reason in this toast was a bit ridiculous, everyone still drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
When Panin poured the same amount of wine into everyone's glasses for the fourth time, the wine bottle was completely emptied and thrown into the shadow of the corner. At the same time, everyone also grabbed a piece of roasted and fragrant spine meat.
, tore strips of brown meat from the top and stuffed them into their mouths.
"Listen to me, I heard bad news."
Sergey lowered his voice and said, "I heard that all of us may have to move to the northern dock by December at the latest."
"Go mining?" Panin asked in a low voice.
"right"
Sergey nodded, "I heard that the infrastructure of that mine has been built, and the production indicators this winter seem to be so high that it gives the director a headache. I also heard that there may be more people coming from the mine by then.
We will transfer some more prisoners of war from another logging camp nearby. We might be hungry again by then."
"Are we going too?" Mesut asked in a low voice.
"Of course we are going, everyone is going."
Sergey put a piece of meat into his mouth, took a sip of vodka, and then continued in a low voice, "You will definitely not have to serve those animals by then, all the ones used over there are mine carts.
It is said that the rails have been laid from the wharf to the mine, and a windmill seems to have been built. In the summer, there may be plans to build a waterwheel. This is what the director said. "
Seeing that Ihor seemed to be about to say something, Mesut raised his glass first and said, "No matter what we do, we will work hard."
"Yes, no matter what you do," Ihor raised the cup.
"cheers"
Wei Ran then changed the topic. Seeing this, Sergei and Panin immediately raised their glasses and touched them with the three of them.
The meal lasted for nearly an hour, and Sergei and Panin left the stone house with messy dishes.
Ihor, who was about to say something, was also called away by someone at the stable who seemed to be changing horses. For a while, only Mesut and Wei Ran were left in this overly warm room.
"Victor, this is my birthday gift to you." Mesut said, taking out an object the size of a finger from his pocket and handing it to Wei Ran.
I took the birthday gift and looked at it. It was a cigarette holder made of deer antler. It was a gadget that most smokers needed in the era of cigarettes without filters.
This not-so-big cigarette holder is carved with a scene of two reindeer pulling a sleigh running through the wilderness. It is used to fix one end of the cigarette and is wrapped in a circle that is only as wide as a leek leaf, but it is
Polished and shiny copper.
"Your skills are really good," Wei Ran said in admiration.
"As long as you like it," Mesut said, turning around to continue clearing the things on the table.
"Let me give you a gift too"
Wei Ran said, pretending to put his hand in his pocket, took out the pen from the metal book and gave it to the other party.
"Are you willing to give this to me?" Mesut looked at Wei Ran in surprise.
"Take it" Wei Ran smiled and put the pen into the other person's hand.
"I will cherish it," Mesut said, holding the pen.
Just at this moment, Ihor, who had just left, also got in again. Seeing this, Wei Ran immediately turned around and walked out. At the same time, he did not forget to say, "I'll go to the store to see if there is any ink for sale."
After saying that, he lifted the curtain and got out. However, he did not leave. He just took out the sterling silver cigarette case from Leningrad from the metal book, took out a cigarette from it and fixed it on the filter, and then leaned against it.
He lit his cigarette against the wall and took a puff.
Just as he was blowing out the first cloud of smoke, in a room with two curtains and one door, Sumet also pulled out a horseshoe made of horseshoes with an antler handle from a wooden box full of horseshoes.
The Finnish knife with a wooden sheath was handed to Ihor, "This is my birthday gift to you."
"I also prepared a gift for you"
While taking the knife, Ihor reached out to fumble around in his boots, and then took out a silver pocket watch-style compass that was only slightly larger than a bottle cap and handed it to Mesut, "For this."
You."
"Is your gift so expensive?" Mesut raised his eyebrows, "I remember you said this was given to you by your father?"
"yes"
Ihor nodded, "I'll give it to you. You have to be responsible for hiding it. We are not allowed to have this kind of thing."
"I will hide it," Mesut said, stuffing the pocket watch-style compass into his boot.
After listening to the conversation between the two people, Wei Ran blew out a second smoke ring and walked towards the store not far away.
This so-called store is a little pitiful, with only a few items on the row of shelves, and sitting at the wooden counter is the simple woman who was responsible for cooking just now.
What Wei Ran didn't expect was that this woman was actually playing with an early Kiev Type 2 camera in her hands.
“Are you selling this camera too?”
Wei Ran asked, and at the same time he glanced at the calendar hanging on the shelf. At this time, the calendar had been turned to November 7, 1951, which was a Wednesday.
There is also a 24-hour dial hanging next to the calendar, but the hands are no longer moving and have become pure decoration.
"This is not for sale, Victor, you really know how to joke."
This simple woman explained, "But if you want to take a photo, you can buy a negative and I can take it for you. The photo cannot be sent to Turukhansk for development until a whole roll of film is shot."
“Forget it”
Wei Ran glanced at the photo prices marked on the shelf, and then looked at the other things on the shelf. There weren't actually many things for sale on the shelf. In addition to hats, felt boots, gloves, and scarves, there were cigarettes and matches.
There are also items such as enamel cups, knives, forks and plates. In the center, in addition to letter paper, envelopes, stamps, ink and pens, there are also playing cards for sale.
Taking out the tokens in his pocket and counting them, Wei Ran set aside enough money to buy two negatives, and then took out a small portion to buy a pair of knitted gloves and a pair of new thick felt boots. The man who was originally playing with them
The woman who took the camera also took the initiative to give Wei Ran two soft foot wraps.
Returning to the stone house with these things, Mesut and Ihor had already cleared the table. At this time, they were sitting on the wooden stools by the fireplace. Each of them still held a half-burned stick in their hands.
cigarette.
Seeing Wei Ran come in, the two temporarily stopped talking, and it wasn't until Wei Ran closed the door, lowered the curtain, and sat on the stool next to Mesut that the tall and thin man whispered, "We
We have to act quickly, we have to leave before the end of the month, otherwise once we are sent to mine, we will never leave again."
"What is missing now?" Ihor asked in a low voice.
Hearing this, Mesut put his hand into the gap between the pile of wooden boards. After groping around inside, he took out a sanitary ware and looked at the very familiar horse fur notepad. He flipped through a few pages, pointed at the supplies list and said,
"We also need candles and a tent, as well as animal skins for warmth and shotguns for self-defense."
"Is that all that's missing?" Ihor asked in a low voice.
"That's all that's missing." Mesut nodded and stuffed the notepad back into the gap between the boards. "Without any of them, we won't be able to leave alive."
"But what about candles?"
Before Ihor finished speaking, the door was pushed open again, and Andre, a Japanese prisoner of war carrying a lunch box in his hand, also walked in.
Upon seeing this, Ihor immediately changed his tone and said, "Many of the horseshoes on the draft horses that were just delivered have already been loosened."
"Let's get up early tomorrow"
Mesut said, having already stood up, followed Andre who was obviously in a bad mood and walked into the dormitory next door.
Seeing this, Wei Ran and Yihor stood up one after another and followed them into the dormitory.
After delaying some time by pretending to fill his kettle with hot water, Wei Ran waited for the other three people to go to bed, and finally knew that his bed was directly above Mesut, and he was on the other top bunk, feet to feet.
, lying down was Andre, who was going to go mining tomorrow.
Looking at his bed again, apart from the tattered bedding, the only decent personal belongings were a Finnish knife with an antler handle placed in a wooden box fixed on the log wall, and
A glass wine bottle with a bottle of vodka still left.
He raised his head and drank the remaining sip of vodka in the bottle. Wei Ran covered himself with a blanket and closed his eyes, secretly thinking about the conversation between Mesut and Ihor, as well as the prisoners of war, including himself, and Panin.
