On the morning of the second day of Christmas, two trucks and two vans left the holiday farm in a mighty manner, took the ferry back to the city on the other side of the Volga River, and finally stopped at the door of the travel agency.
Far away, Wei Ran saw the restored milk-white station wagon parked in front of the bookstore run by Mr. Nicholas.
However, even though the car was there, the bookstore still had a sign saying it was closed, and even the rolling shutter door was locked.
"Let's go out"
Before Wei Ran jumped out of the cab of the truck, Suisui had already said hello in advance, and then personally drove the van belonging to the travel agency, pulling the Katenka sisters, Lola and Korava away.
He ran away without a shadow.
"Auntie, I'm going out too."
Wei Ran stretched out his hand as he spoke and asked with a playful smile, "How about you lend me your car?"
"You are all so mysterious." Zhou Shujin rolled her eyes, took out the car keys and handed them over, "Remember to come back for dinner tonight."
“Definitely coming back!”
Wei Ran responded, bent down and got into the car belonging to his aunt at the door, and also disappeared quickly.
However, he did not drive directly to the address recorded on the metal book. Instead, he drove into the parking lot of a large supermarket. After going in to do some shopping, he came out of another door carrying a few things and waved to someone.
A taxi got in.
When there was still one block away from the address recorded on the metal book, Wei Ran carried shopping bags and entered a park in the middle of the street, which was not that big. When he came out of the public restroom, he already had an extra
An inconspicuous gray coat, a black mask and a baseball cap of the same color on his head.
Following the address, Wei Ran, who was dressed in disguise, walked into a community that looked very old.
Just from the red brick tube buildings and the densely cracked cement pavement underfoot, we know that this community has been built for many years.
Even on the roof of one of the tube buildings, you can see a bunch of withered grass flying wildly in the cold wind. But at the same time, when entering the area, there is a row of dozens of meters long with iron gates.
The old-fashioned garage hints that this may have been an upscale community back then.
Pressing the baseball cap on his head, Wei Ran lowered his head and got into the unit door of a tube building. Under the flickering corridor lights, he climbed up to the third floor step by step on the not-so-clean stairs, along the long
The corridor came to the door of the room at the end.
After taking one last look at the address written on the paper and comparing it with the house number painted in red paint on the dusty door, Weiran took out a can of chemical cleaning agent from his shopping bag and cleaned it.
He lightly sprayed the keyhole, then took out the lock picking tool and easily opened the rusty door lock of the security door.
Before entering, Wei Ran took out another pair of shoe covers from his shopping bag and put them on. Then he carefully walked into the room and closed the security door and the wooden door on the inside.
He tried to flip the switch, but what he didn't expect was that after the sun light above his head flashed for a few times, it actually turned on.
Decisively turning off the light, Wei Ran turned on the flashlight function of his mobile phone, stepped on the thick dust on the floor, and walked into the living room step by step.
The slightly moldy floor, the windows tightly blocked by iron sheets and wooden boards, the severely peeling wall panels, and the shaky electric fan above the head all seemed to indicate that no one had lived in this house for a long time.
But even so, the Soviet-era driver posters posted on the wall are still clearly legible, and even some slightly exaggerated signatures can be seen in the corners of several of the posters in frames.
Unlike the cars seen in today's various rallies and lap races, the cars shown in these Soviet-era posters are cleaner than the last, and there is no advertisement that looks like psoriasis on any of the cars.
Thanks to the trend of the times, even the riders on the posters are subconsciously imitating the classic photo poses of their space hero, Comrade Yuri Gagarin.
After seeing enough of those unique posters, Wei Ran also noticed the most decorations in this room, various car models - or tin car toys.
From the Soviet Union's signature GAZ to Eastern Europe's Tatra three-eyed monster, to various American muscle cars of the same era, this not-so-large living room has everything you need, and without exception, these only have two cigarette boxes.
Tin car models, large and small, are kept in obviously custom-made glass display cases.
After a slight hesitation, Wei Ran did not move the iron car models, stretched out his rubber-gloved hand, and carefully pushed open a bedroom door.
When the light of his mobile phone swept into the room, Wei Ran saw at a glance the trophies placed everywhere, as well as various Soviet medals stored in a glass display case in the center of the room!
Of course, what attracted his attention the most was the Soviet pilot's one-piece flight suit worn on a wooden dummy in another glass display cabinet next to it, as well as the brown leather flight suit on its head inlaid with various trophies.
cap!
Gently touching the hardened glue and remaining tape at the seams of the glass showcase, Wei Ran did not open the cabinet rashly, but carefully admired the medals and trophies kept in this room.
Those medals undoubtedly came from Ninel, and most of those trophies were trophies and medals won by a man named Felix Ninelovich Bondu in various racing competitions.
Moving closer to the sealed window, Wei Ran moved closer to the light-transmitting gap and looked out. The window of this room almost faced Mamayev Hill, and the rusted hole, which was only the size of a bottle cap, was enough.
Let him clearly see the whole picture of the motherland statue.
Turning around and leaving this room filled with honors, Wei Ran walked back to the living room as hard as he could, and then opened the door of another room connected to the living room.
In this room, three walls are covered with large and small picture frames.
In these photo frames, there are basically two young men, one of whom looks exactly like Nineel in his youth. Some of the photos of this young man are holding trophies, some are sitting in the cockpit of an airplane, and some are sitting in a car.
Sometimes he hugs a blonde girl on the beach. But no matter where he is, he always has a vibrant smile on his face.
The other one, who looked older, always had a simple and honest look on his face. On his head, he often wore a leather flying hat inlaid with various trophies.
Of course, in addition to the two brothers in the photo, there is also an old man whose face is covered with scars and more than half of his right ear has shrunk, and a very elegant old lady. The lady wears brown sunglasses most of the time.
, and a TT33 pistol strapped to his waist.
Walking to the only table in the room, Wei Ran reached out and opened the only photo album on the table, which was already covered with dust.
In this photo album, Neva gradually grows up, and beside him, there is also a baby who is also growing up slowly.
As time went by, the two brothers sometimes stood at the door covered in mud, with Sasha akimbo beside them, sometimes each holding a dog with a bright red tongue sticking out, and behind them could be seen
A GAZ 21 station wagon.
Even in the background of some of the photos, Wei Ran saw the Red Square, the Mamayev Hills, the statue of the Motherland in Kiev, the blue ice of Lake Baikal, and a certain place in Sochi.
Sanatorium sign.
In these old photos, the two brothers have grown up little by little, and Nineel and Sasha have also grown older.
Slowly, both Felix and Neva got their own girlfriends, and Neva even seemed to have a lovely daughter first.
Finally, in the only two photos on a certain page of the album, the old Niner was lying in a narrow coffin covered with a big red Soviet flag, and the silver-haired Sasha was also lying quietly in the same narrow coffin.
In the small coffin, with his eyes closed, he seemed to be humming softly the song Katyusha on the banks of the Volga River.
Taking a deep breath, Wei Ran continued to flip through the pages, only to find that the only photo on this page was a charred formula racing car, and a racing driver not far away who was wearing a helmet and whose whole body was on fire.
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Sighing secretly, he continued to turn the next page, only to find that this thick photo album had ended here.
Gently closing the dusty photo album, Wei Ran left the room and closed the door, then opened the door of the last room connected to the living room.
Different from what I just saw, this room is not too big. There is only a double bed, a helmet with traces of flames and a steering wheel that was also burned by the fire. In addition, there is a
A plastic folder, and a paratrooper's gravity knife - with Nineel's name outlined in gold thread!
Gently opening the folder, Wei Ran couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. There was a thick stack of manuscript paper inside. Although the dark blue pen writing on it was slightly sloppy, it was enough for people to understand what was written.
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"The Eagle Guarding the Nest, Author: Ninel Ustinovich Bondu" Wei Ran paused briefly and continued to read.
"Today, Comrade Neva, the political commissar of the Stalingrad Aviation School, came to me and hoped that I could write a memoir on the 40th anniversary of the Battle of Stalingrad to recall everything about Stalingrad.
The young political commissar told me that a museum will be built on Mamayev Hill to commemorate the battle. If my memoirs can be completed before the museum is built, maybe it can be sent to the museum.
Maybe? Ha! I don’t care!
However, for the sake of Comrade Comrade Comrade Neva, and for the sake of beautiful Sasha, I decided to give it a try.
Out of the pride of the Air Force, out of memory and respect for that battle and the compatriots and comrades who sacrificed their lives in World War II, I decided to use the name "Eagle Guarding the Nest" as the beginning of this memoir. For that time
For us, Stalingrad is our nest. Those immature eagles in the aviation school paid a heavy price in that war in order to protect their nest.
But the real beginning actually begins in Lipetsk in 1933, when I was just a..."
In the dark room, under the beam of the mobile phone, Wei Ran sat on the dusty floor, carefully reading the memoirs written by Nineel, and between the lines, he felt the friendship between him and the German pilot Felix.
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However, all this beauty became shattered as he recalled parachuting and landing on Golonid Island.
I don’t know how much time passed, but only the last few pages of manuscript paper were left in the folder. Most of Niner’s memories turned into the hard work of rebuilding the Stalingrad Aviation School with his friends after the war, and Sasha’s love for the aviation school.
His support and help.
However, when Wei Ran turned to the last page, the yellowed manuscript paper could still vaguely see the bumps left after being wetted and dried by tears. On the only piece of manuscript paper, there was also a crooked line, and even the letters were missing.
Overlapping Russian words: The eagle protecting its nest flew into the blue sky that he loved not long ago. My dear pilot Niner left me and my children forever.
