"Tom, come here!" The saying that human joys and sorrows are not the same is very appropriate for Hermione. Unlike the citizens of Moscow who have eaten one meal but not another, Hermione has never experienced the feeling of "hunger and cold" since she was a child.
The true meaning of the word is that even in the desert, she enjoyed Tom's meticulous care - she could even take a bath. And her life experience made it impossible for her to imagine what it would be like to sell out all the bread in the bakery.
She didn't know that people on the street might starve to death without buying bread. Now her attention was attracted by the "souvenirs" sold by an old woman on the street.
She was a very thin old woman, with wrinkles on her face like ravines, wearing a somewhat worn military coat, and carrying a basket on her arm with some sparkling gadgets in it.
Seeing that Hermione was interested in the goods in her basket, the old man shakily moved closer to Hermione and raised the basket slightly so that she could see it more clearly. At the same time, he was still mumbling words, but unfortunately they were all in Russian.
, Hermione didn't understand it at all. So she called Tom over, who was a little out of touch with her and didn't know what he was doing.
Tom moved his eyes away from the long line of people, and a piece of Hogwarts standard round bread and a large piece of butter flew into the person who was covered by his collar and hat.
Own face in lady's handbag.
What can this little kindness change? It can't change anything. But Tom still did it subconsciously.
"Look, Tom!" Hermione pointed at the old lady's basket and spoke very quickly, "The souvenir badges on the roadside here are so exquisitely made, they are just like the real thing."
Tom glanced at the badge in the basket and froze.
Medal for Excellence in Labor, Order of the Patriotic War 1st Class, Order of Suvorov 3rd Class, Order of Alexander Nevsky, Medal for the Defense of Moscow, Order of Bogdan Khmelnytsky 3rd Class, Medal for the Conquest of Berlin, "
Mother Hero "Medal..."
History is right in front of you.
"I...this..." Tom was speechless for a moment.
"I've read about them in books, would you like me to introduce them to you?" Hermione did not notice the change in Tom's mood, but was very proud of herself and wanted to "show off" her accumulated knowledge.
As she said that, she wanted to pick up the First Class Patriotic War Medal inside and tell Tom the details on it, but as soon as she stretched out her hand, Tom slapped the back of her hand.
"What are you doing?" Hermione was shocked when she was hit suddenly. She was a little confused: Did Tom hit herself just now?
"Don't touch them." Tom retracted his hand, feeling a little regretful, but he still forced Hermione to maintain a minimum of respect for these medals.
"It's just a few tourist souvenirs, why are you crazy?" Hermione felt a little dissatisfied, "Is it to prevent others from blackmailing me? Don't think too badly of other people..."
Tom felt a little distressed, so he picked up Hermione's hand, blew on it, and rubbed it. Hermione gave a symbolic rejection and let him do what he did.
"Those are genuine...I hope...I hope you can respect them a little bit."
Hearing what Tom said, Hermione was stunned for a moment, put her free hand on Tom's forehead and touched it, "You don't have a fever? Are you dreaming? How can you buy these medals at a street stall?
Come on, the wind in Moscow has made you stupid?"
Hermione only thought that Tom was very naive and cute - he actually thought these medals were genuine. Does he know the meaning behind these medals? How could someone sell them?
"Look at the more common Patriotic Medals in it. Not to mention the authenticity of the Defense Medal, that one is the Suvorov Medal, Level 3, awarded to military chiefs and commanders who annihilate the enemy's superior forces in an offensive. Level 3.
Only 4,012 medals were issued in total. Next to it is the Alexander Nevsky Medal, awarded to Soviet platoon-level to division-level officers who have demonstrated bravery and courage, flexibly commanded battles and inflicted heavy losses on the enemy. How can you think of them?
Are they genuine? How could anyone take them out on the street and sell them - like commemorative coins?"
Faced with Hermione's rhetorical question, Tom was speechless. Yes, this is really a special situation!
Maybe it was because Tom and Hermione had been muttering in front of her for too long but had no intention of buying. The old man became a little anxious. She moved closer to the two of them, staggered and almost fell. Tom quickly reached out to help her.
Give her a squeeze.
"They are all genuine medals...Children, let's see which one you like..." The words in the old man's mouth were like talking in a dream. She picked up the first-class Patriotic War Medal that Hermione had just wanted to pick up. "The number of medals issued is relatively small."
"There are many, but the earliest ones are made of solid materials." She seemed to choke for a moment, but returned to normal in the next second and continued to introduce the medals in her basket in a soft voice.
Thanks to the help of Linglong Ball, Hermione understood her words this time.
Hermione:!
She looked at the medals carefully and found that the traces of time on them could not be faked. She knew that there were many ways to make them distressed, but her intuition told her that these traces were not made by distressing.
"If you buy this one, I can give it to you as a gift." The old man was afraid that the young couple would leave, so he couldn't help but increase the price and proposed that if Tom bought the Suvorov Medal, she could
Consider the Order of Patriotism First Class as a gift.
Tom only felt that there was nothing more absurd in the world than this.
Of course, something even more ridiculous soon happened.
A blond man wearing a jacket and sunglasses appeared. In his arms was a beautiful girl with a hint of greenness on her face.
Seeing the three of them standing on the roadside, he stopped curiously, came over and pushed Tom and Hermione aside. Then, he stretched out a big furry hand and stirred in the basket.
"Polina, what are these?" He spat out a few words of vulgar American English, "I only recognize the Patriotic Medal in it."
The girl stepped forward and looked at it carefully, and then introduced him to the origin of the medal in the basket.
The man became impatient when he heard half of it, "Ask that old woman how much these medals cost? I want them all. You Soviets can really brag. It was obvious that the war was won by us delivering supplies, but after the war, you braged."
Just like the savior hero. But fortunately, these medals can be sold for a good price when resold..."
Everyone present, who could understand what the man said, was stunned.
Tom:?!
He could be said to be frightened and angry now. In his opinion, this annoying guy had already found a way to kill him.