That afternoon, when the setting sun was about to be blocked by Stalingrad on the other side of the river, Uncle Sergei also shouted at the donkey sledge and rushed to Sasha's house again.
"Sasha! Ninele! Victor!"
The old man cracked his whip when he was far away, and then greeted the three of them with a loud voice. Just like at noon, the dog Neva bit his tail and rushed away happily when the whip sounded.
past.
After a while, the old guy shouted and stopped at the door with his donkey sledge, "Nineel, Victor, I have good news."
"What's the good news?" Ninel responded absently, having put away the German paratrooper gravity knife used as a carving knife early.
During this whole day, he had used the white birch wood that could only be used as firewood to carve out a small wooden pistol for the baby Neva, as well as a small wooden airplane that could be held with both hands.
In addition, he also made three matryoshka doll blanks. The smallest of the three matryoshka doll blanks is only the size of a thumb, and the largest one is only the size of a toothpick tube and requires a little polishing.
Apply paint and they will fit together perfectly.
"Are you making matryoshka dolls?" Sergey was not in a hurry to report the good news. Instead, he curiously picked up the largest one and opened it, "Your skills are really good."
"Make... some toys for Neva."
Niner exchanged the wooden airplane for the matryoshka doll in the other party's hand without leaving any trace. "I almost made many of my daughter's toys myself."
"You are an excellent father, and you can indeed save a lot of money this way."
Sergey looked at the wooden plane in his hand over and over and said, "Before the war, I once went to the city on the other side to sell a tin train to my granddaughter. I didn't expect that such a small tin toy would be so fast.
That’s enough for me to buy a train ticket from Stalingrad to Moscow.”
"Did you buy it in the end?" Ninel didn't seem to be in a hurry to know the good news brought by the other party, and just handed over the small wooden pistol he had just made.
"Did not buy"
Sergey said matter-of-factly, "I don't have that much money to spend on toys. I asked the carpenter Varyan in the village to make one for me out of wood. All I had to do was give him a red-tailed fish."
At this point, Uncle Sergey paused and said regretfully, "I should have bought one for her."
"Your granddaughter..."
"Dead, maybe already dead." Sergey sighed, "She is so young and already sick. How could she survive in Stalingrad by herself."
Ninel opened his mouth, remained silent for a moment and then brought the topic back up, "Uncle Sergey, tell me about the good news you brought."
"Look at me, I almost forgot about business."
Sergey patted his forehead and returned the two toys in his hand to Ninel, "Hurry up and get in the car. I will take you to the dock. There is a boat there that can take you to Red Sloboda on the east coast.
Then you can go to the safer rear."
"Yes...is it...?"
The expression on Ninel's face was unnatural for a moment, and his eyes subconsciously turned to the dirt bag in the distance.
"Nineel, are you the Sasha who can't bear to leave us?" Sergey asked jokingly.
"Uncle Sergey, you always make fun of me." Sasha was the first to retort.
"Sasha, I have something for you."
Ninel took a deep breath, first placed the newly made toy pistol and wooden airplane in the wooden basin that served as Neva's playground, and then placed your three matryoshka doll blanks in Sasha's hands.
, "These are the matryoshka dolls that I haven't finished yet. After the war is over, I will come back to you to take them away."
When Sasha heard this, she immediately clenched the wooden billet in her hand. Obviously, this smart girl already understood what Niner was alluding to.
However, before she could make a promise, Ninel placed the silver cigarette case that originally belonged to Felix into Sasha's hand, "This cigarette case is made of silver and has two rings in it.
You should be able to sell it for a lot of money, so maybe your life will be better in the future."
Sasha was silent for a moment after hearing this, but in the end she did not refuse like when Felix gave her his wedding ring for the first time. She just put the silver cigarette case into her apron pocket without caring, and expressed the same intention.
He pointedly said, "When the war is over, I will find a way to sell them. Before the war is over, I also hope that you can shoot down more German aircraft."
"So..."
"How about taking a picture?" Wei Ran shook the Rolleiflex in his hand and stopped Nineel's farewell with a smile, "in case someone forgets the promise after the war is over."
"Then take a picture!" Sasha said calmly and generously.
"Let me take pictures for you!" Uncle Sergey said with a smile, "My son also had a camera like this before. He worked in a photo studio and often took pictures of our family."
"Then... let's take a picture." Niner and Wei Ran looked at each other and stood next to Sasha, one on the left and the other on the right.
"Are you ready?" Sergey asked, raising the camera.
"bring it on!"
"Ready!"
Saha and Niner said in no particular order.
"Victor, what about you?" Sergey had already put his finger on the shutter as he spoke.
"I'm ready too, come on!" Wei Ran smiled and nodded.
Upon seeing this, Sergey simply opened the door. As the unusually clear shutter sound resounded in his mind, Wei Ran's field of vision was completely filled with intense white light.
However, before the white light faded, Wei Ran's heart sank, because he clearly heard the rumbling sound of cannons, the roar of propellers, and even smelled the choking smell of burnt lake!
Blinking his eyes hard, when the white light completely faded and his vision gradually became clearer, Wei Ran immediately widened his eyes because he saw Berlin's iconic zoo air defense tower at a glance! He even saw the air defense tower spitting out from the roof.
Fire snake!
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Wei Ran reacted, looked down at his surroundings and immediately cursed. At this time, he was sitting in a fighter jet with thick smoke coming out of the cockpit. The glass windshield above his head had also broken, revealing terrifying figures.
Bullet holes!
Not daring to delay at all, Weiran rummaged around for a while and finally determined that it was a La-7 fighter jet!
Skydive! You must parachute! Wei Yan struggled to open the canopy in the billowing smoke and jumped out of the cabin with all his strength.
"I don't know if those friends would recognize me if I parachuted into the dental clinic next to the Moltke Bridge at this time..."
Before Wei Ran's random thoughts could end, the parachute on his back had already opened automatically. However, before he could adjust his posture, he found a fire snake coming from the ground pounced on him.
The parachute above his head tore a big hole!
"Your uncle! Your uncle!"
Wei Ran let out a horrified curse, watching helplessly as the parachute he had just opened turned into countless fragments, and at the same time, he also helplessly felt the descending speed getting faster and faster.
Fortunately, as he was getting closer and closer to the ground, he finally touched the opening cord of the parachute.
As he pulled hard, at an altitude of only three to four hundred meters above the ground, another white parachute unfolded to its full extent driven by the wind, and at the same time it caught the rapidly descending Wei Yan.
However, this parachute ended in tragedy. Wei Ran, who could not control the parachute at all, only had time to protect his face, and then, driven by the wind, he crashed into the remaining wall of a ruined building.
Immediately afterwards, Wei Ran, who was dizzy after being hit, was driven by the falling parachute and slid down the dilapidated wall in an almost face-stopping manner, and fell heavily onto the ruins on the ground.
"Fuck you, uncle!"
Wei Ran, who was shivering in pain, cursed and pulled out a German paratrooper knife from his pocket, and cut the parachute rope that was about to entangle him into a mummy as quickly as possible.
However, before he could take a look at his legs that seemed to be broken, a brick slipped from the top of the incomplete wall, was wrapped in a white umbrella cloth, and hit his heavenly cap without any bias.
Under this unprepared blow, Wei Ran didn't even have time to scream, before his vision went black and he completely lost consciousness.
When he woke up again, he found himself lying in a ward filled with a strong smell of alcohol.
He reached out and touched his head. The top of his head was wrapped in thick gauze. Then he looked down at his feet with great effort. One of his legs had been hung up and was still wrapped in thick gauze.
Before he could lift the quilt to see if there were any missing parts, a young soldier dressed as a postman ran into the ward and shouted at the top of his voice, "Is Lieutenant Ninel here? Pilot Ninel from Stalingrad."
you?!"
"Here! I'm here!" A confident voice shouted loudly from the next door to Weiran.
Subconsciously following the sound, Wei Ran looked over and found that there was a person who was far more miserable than himself lying on the hospital bed.
His upper body was almost entirely wrapped in gauze, and one of his legs was hung up like his own. Not only that, his neck seemed to be fixed so that he couldn't even turn his head. But even so, his voice was
Still loud and clear, and clearly in a good mood.
"Oh! Comrade Nineel, what's going on with you?"
While the postman was talking, he ran over, took out a triangular letter from his satchel and stuffed it into the other person's hand. Then, he took out a small square package wrapped in brown paper and placed it on the bedside cabinet.
.
"My plane is on fire"
Ninel said nonchalantly, "Comrade, can you help me open the letter and read it? My hands are all wrapped up. The only things that can move now are my eyes and chin."
"Ask the comrade next to you to help you."
The postman took out a candy from his pocket and stuffed it into Nineel's mouth, "I still have a lot of work to do, and I'm very pressed for time, so I'm sorry."
"It doesn't matter." Ninel bit the hard candy in his mouth and made a loud crunching sound. "This candy is really sweet, but it would be better if I could have a glass of wine."
"I can't help you with this," the postman said, putting away the candy wrappers, "Goodbye, Comrade Nineel."
"Goodbye," Nineel responded loudly, and then asked in a loud voice, "Which comrade can read my letter for me?"
"How about I come?" Wei Ran sat up with difficulty as he spoke.
"Why does your voice sound so...Victor?!" Ninel exclaimed, "Are you still alive? That's great! Why were you sent here too?"
"I fell down while skydiving." Wei Ran touched the top of his head with great effort, "It seems like he was slapped on the head by some bastard."
"You showed up at the right time!" Ninel said in surprise, "I haven't seen you for a long time. I thought you were dead."
"I've already driven the pull-up 7, how could I die?" Wei Ran said pretending to be proud, while also silently thinking in his mind, "It was shorter than the last time I drove the Yin 16."
"I've also opened a pull-up 7"
Ninel said happily, then seemed to have remembered something, and gestured with his eyes and chin, "As I just said, you showed up at the right time. Come on, help me read what Sasha sent me."
letter."
"Sasha?"
Wei Ran picked up the letter folded into a triangle and shook it, pretending to ask, "How did you know it was Sasha?"
"She asks people in the village to write to me almost every week."
Ninele gestured with his chin again, "Look at what she wrote, and then open it to see what delicious food is in the package at her home."
Hearing this, Wei Ran opened the folded letter paper as carefully as possible, and at the same time did not forget to ask, "How is she doing? Did her sister... survive?"
"No," Ninel sighed in a matter-of-fact manner, "How could he survive..."
"At least Sasha is alive, right?"
Wei Ran had already opened the letter as he spoke, cleared his throat and said loudly, "Dear pilot Comrade Niner, today is April 6th. Neva with a tail gave birth to four puppies this morning, and the one without a tail
Neva told me that there were two white male puppies, one part-colored one, and a yellow-and-white female dog.
The tailless Neva liked the little yellow and white bitch very much. We decided to keep her and named her Goethe. At the same time, we also hope that you will not forget your promise.
Recently, Neva and I have planted potatoes and sunflowers around the house. If you can return to Stalingrad before autumn as you said in your letter last time, you can just catch the harvest.
Finally, what I sent with the letter was the smoked fish I made. If you can get vodka, you can use it to drink with wine. If you can't get vodka, just like the bacon I sent you last time.
Same, share it with your friends.
——Sasha raising two Nevas”
"It seems you have a good relationship?" Wei Ran folded the letter again, stuffed it under Nineel's pillow, and asked with a smile.
loubiqu.
"When the war is over, we will prepare to get married."
Niner signaled Wei Ran to open the package and said, "I plan to raise Neva with her. Victor, will you go to our wedding then?"
"certainly"
While Wei Ran was talking, he tore half of a smoked fish open and stuffed it into Ninel's mouth. He reached under the pillow of his hospital bed and took out an exquisite wine flask and shook it, "Old friend, do you want it?"
Follow Ms. Sasha’s instructions and pair the smoked fish from Stalingrad with a few sips of fine wine?”
"Victor!"
Niner's eyes immediately lit up, and he lowered his voice and cheered in surprise, "You came at the right time!"
