For more than a year, Natasha asked herself, as a girl, had she really worn clothes that a woman should have? During the war, she had to dress like a man, and she had to be on par with male soldiers in combat.
She doesn't have the grace of a woman. In the battlefield, she is simply an outstanding war machine.
But at this moment, seeing the school uniform aroused her fond memories of the past, and her whole heart melted!
She couldn't wait to tear off the rope and couldn't wait to change her clothes immediately.
However, when the beautiful black and white school uniform is stretched out, a question arises: Is the size suitable?
When she asked this question, Petrov answered calmly: "You don't have to worry about this. There are leather shoes prepared for you in the sack, and they will definitely fit your feet."
"Ah? How does the school know the size of my clothes and even my shoes?"
"Of course it's the information provided above."
Natasha didn't think much about it, maybe the relevant information was provided by her respected General Berekov.
Her eyes were full of eagerness, and she looked into the principal's eyes and said, "Comrade principal, I think I should change my clothes immediately now."
"Oh? Maybe we can take care of other things first. There are some documents that need your signature, as well as your student ID card..."
"Well... I think I'd better change my clothes."
"That's fine." Petrov pointed to a small door, "Since you insist. That's the dressing room. You can finish changing your clothes. You'd better hurry up."
"Well, I'll end it soon."
Now, Natasha, who was holding a full set of clothes, changed her seriousness from before. She took the new leather shoes and happily got into the locker room dedicated to academic staff.
When she walked out of the dressing room again, she looked stunning!
Natasha stood in front of everyone again. Just as the principal said, the size of the clothes was completely suitable.
She was dressed like a maid, with a lace headdress hanging on her golden hair. Since it was winter, she wore white velvet trousers under her long black skirt. Her black leather shoes not only fit her feet, but also shone in the soft light of the setting sun.
Hui.
There is a saying that a man relies on his clothes and his horse relies on his saddle. A beautiful girl stood in front of everyone with her back straight. She was already beautiful, and with her school uniform on, she was full of the youthful vigor that a student should have. In other words, it was really eye-catching to look at!
However, some things don't change just because of changes in clothing.
She gently raised her proud chin, put her legs together and raised her chest, still standing in a military posture.
Little did he know that this stance and a set of clothes made Principal Petrov feel extremely comfortable.
"After all, children who have served in the military are much more capable than those girls." Petrov couldn't help but applaud.
This praise resonated with others, especially a middle-aged man who called himself Bashoynov and wore a teacher's badge. True to his surname, this man did have a rather large nose.
Bashoynov followed the principal's praise and said: "Indeed, among the girls in the entire grade, she is probably the only one with the best image. I never imagined that Comrade Speroskina was not only a hero, but also a model of beauty.
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"Haha, you came here with a sack and you didn't expect her beauty. Of course, I didn't expect it either."
They seem to simply comment on their appearance and figure. Ha! After all, they are all men.
Natasha was not angry. Maybe she was indeed more beautiful. Otherwise, how could Comrade Stalin praise her blond hair? What was even more shocking was that nearly a year ago, she was accidentally caught by a German patrol during an investigation operation she participated in.
Bump. In the mouths of those enemies, blond hair is actually a symbol of nobility.
She walked back to the principal's desk in silence and asked softly: "Can you start other work?"
"It's time to begin! Beautiful girl! Now, I want to introduce you to Comrade Bashoynov, your academic committee member, and then introduce you to your class teacher."
Two men came carrying sacks full of supplies. Natasha thought about it with her toes and realized that these two men were very important to her future study life.
Bashoynov, Natasha easily remembered his big nose and the characteristic beard that tilted to both sides under his nose.
As for his class teacher, a forty-year-old man named Brodsky, he wears a pair of glasses on his fat face, is quite thin, and looks polite.
Both of them seem to be affable, so what is their teaching level?
Being a soldier was a last resort and she had no choice. Now that she was a student again, her first priority was to study well.
Not relying on Stalin's promises, but relying on one's own ability to enter university and giving full play to one's subjective initiative, this is what a Soviet hero should do.
So here comes the question. I have almost neglected my studies for more than a year. Is it okay to pick up textbooks now?
The girl couldn't help but feel a drumbeat in her heart.
She dared to ask the class teacher she had just met, the outstanding mathematics teacher Bashoynov: "Teacher, you know that I have been out of school for more than a year. I think my homework has fallen behind very seriously, and I am very worried..."
"Are you worried about your academic performance? Don't worry, I think your roommate will help you make up for your homework."
"ah?"
What does this answer mean? Natasha was confused for a moment.
"You don't have to be surprised." Brovsky said proudly: "I am an excellent teacher, and the students I teach have very good grades. So your roommates when you lived in school were all your classmates, and
You are good at both character and study. If you feel that your academic ability is not good, you can ask them for advice! Don’t worry, those girls of the same age as you are very willing to help new classmates.”
"Ah! This...this makes me feel relieved." Natasha showed a refreshing smile.
Next, Natasha completed all the procedures and received her student ID card.
She even got a leather satchel sponsored by the principal himself.
A full set of school uniforms, stationery from pencils to compasses, schoolbags, and books with the scent of ink. Natasha stood in the principal's office. The role of a veteran of many battles changed in an instant. After more than a year, Natasha
, she continued her studies where she left off and became a tenth grader.
At this point, several members of the Lenin Komsomol League finally successfully completed their mission. They handed Speroskina, oh, she should be called Kharkova now, to the First Middle School of Perm City.
The school is solely responsible for her future study and life. Unless the group organizes activities, she will change into a suitable uniform and participate. Or, she can go to the group's office during holidays and play with her medals in the safe.
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It could be said that Natasha was left alone in the principal's office. He didn't feel any discomfort at all, but only looked forward to his future life.
A new school, a new dormitory, new classmates, and an absolutely peaceful life.
Everything is like a dream!
She put her student ID card into her handbag and some of her belongings. As for those brand-new textbooks and other things, Natasha stuffed them into Benjiu's somewhat full backpack, and then
Wear it directly on your back.
Watching this scene, head teacher Brovsky felt very distressed.
"My dear, it might not be appropriate to carry such a heavy thing. How about I ask a few students to help you lift it?"
"No need." Natasha replied kindly, "This weight is nothing. A month ago, I was carrying a 20 kilograms of luggage on a mission of 20 kilometers a day!"
"ah?!"
The girl showed a confident smile. When she smiled, she was completely unaware of the mental stimulation her understatement gave her teacher.
Age committee member Bashoynov joked: "It seems that we have gained an excellent marathon runner."
"Yes! Excellent marathon runner." The principal echoed: "Comrade Brodsky, it seems that your Class 6 will get excellent results in the autumn sports meeting next month."
"Yes, it's not just about sports achievements. She is an excellent female warrior. When it comes to military competitions, I'm afraid all our students are far behind her level. Comrade Brovsky, you are so lucky."
Shoinov continued to tease.
"Forget it, I think she would rather be an ordinary student. What do you think? Kharkova."
"Ah! Me?" Looking at Director Ren's wink, Natasha nodded.
"It's getting late." The principal looked at his watch, "Brovsky, as promised, you take her and hand her over to the dormitory manager Koroleva. Let's go now."
"Okay, Comrade Principal. Then Comrade Kharkova." Brovsky looked sideways at Natasha, "I'll help you carry your other luggage, let's go now."
September 6th, when Natasha arrived, was a Sunday. Unlike the thick smoke that continued to spew out from factories and chimneys, the school was of course on holiday today.
The so-called holidays, in peacetime, students will use weekends to have various social interactions, or sleep in front of the door at home or in the dormitory. There are also people who love learning, reviewing their homework in the school's public study room.
Things are different now. Weekend holidays are no longer the typical holidays.
The pressure of war affects every citizen, and students are no exception.
As long as students can reach the tenth grade, they are at least sixteen years old.
What age is this? Now that the Soviet Union has implemented a new conscription order, the minimum age limit for conscription has been lowered from twenty to eighteen. There are quite a few boys in the tenth grade of Perm No. 1 Middle School. According to Soviet law, they should be in
Military service is mandatory after graduation unless they can go to college.
Young boys, who have received a very adequate patriotic education in school, also understand that this war is a decisive battle between darkness and light, evil and justice. They are eager to go to the battlefield, for the Soviet Union, and even for the peace-loving people.
World peace, win this war.
So, do they know the horror of war and the suddenness of death?
I don’t know! They really don’t know! At least in several major middle schools in Perm, the children have not considered sacrifice at all. The boys are very eager to be heroes. Anyone who dares to hesitate is shameful.
coward!
Adolescent boys need some way to vent their youthful restlessness. Nowadays, joining the army to fight against the invaders is not the best and most noble way to vent their youthful restlessness.
They still have at least a year before they serve in the military. Before that, they can take advantage of the target practice provided by the school or beat up cowards to vent their emotions.
For some students, especially most girls, do they have the opportunity to serve in the military?
In theory, they can all become female soldiers, but the army will give priority to them as medical soldiers. Those with math and physics abilities will be given priority to be trained as radio communicators. Whether they are nurses, military doctors or technical arms, they must at least learn how to operate
Firearms are the so-called means of learning self-protection.
As for more girls, they immediately become the hot young labor force in a large number of factories after graduating from the tenth grade.
No, even on the weekend, the school organized a group of girls to go to the rifle factory in the city as temporary workers.
There were more than 200 people. They arrived at the factory in school uniforms, changed into work clothes made of coarse cloth, and worked until dusk. Now they came back exhausted.
Are they tired? They are really tired! But they have no regrets, just because many girls’ fathers and brothers are serving in the army to fight against the enemy, or have died.
The small and frail figures have become huge and indestructible. On the surface, they seem to be very satisfied with the status quo, but in their hearts, each of them has the seeds of revenge and a sense of responsibility for safeguarding the Soviet motherland.
No! More than 200 of them came back holding red flags.
Natasha, who was carrying a huge luggage, saw the return of these girls, and she instantly realized with her sharp eyes that these people must have gone through a tough training.
But she didn't realize that the image of herself carrying a large military linen bag didn't attract attention.
"Teacher, are those students doing long-distance running training?"
Natasha suddenly asked, and Brofsky, who was panting while holding on to his larger linen bag, explained impatiently.
"Ah? They still work in the arsenal?! They are students."
"No...it's nothing. If you want, you can be like them next weekend. You just need to submit an application and you can go to the arsenal to help. But next weekend, it's...it's the turn of Class 6 for target practice."
"Oh, that's it." Natasha stopped slightly and looked at the head teacher who also stopped, holding his knees with both hands and breathing heavily: "Teacher, is my luggage too heavy?"
"No, it's not very heavy. I'm sorry, I'm not a soldier, and my strength is really limited. You don't have to worry, we're almost there."
In fact, Natasha really didn't feel that her luggage was heavy. The teacher was carrying one on her back and holding another in her hand. All the luggage together weighed less than thirty kilograms.
The soldiers she knew, such as those madmen in the Balzen Reconnaissance Camp, were each "iron men" who could carry thirty kilograms of weight and run thirty kilometers a day. Because the troops she came into contact with were all trained using Chinese-style training methods by Yang Mingzhi.
The crazy light infantry they trained made Natasha feel like a soldier should be like that.
Little did they know that the recruits who were trained for a short period of time after the mobilization of the Soviet army often carried less than fifteen kilograms. It was simply unrealistic to expect them to be able to hike twenty kilometers a day for many days!
Natasha had no idea that her inadvertent display of excellence would immediately attract the attention of many male and female students who were preparing to have dinner.
Especially when the two of them were about to reach the tenth-grade girls' dormitory, every girl would have paid more attention when they saw the head teacher of Class 6 leading a new face.
The result? This new girl is extraordinary!
Why does she have so much luggage? Why is she carrying a huge "shell" like a snail and still holding her head high with a natural expression? If you look closely, you will see that this new girl is really beautiful, so beautiful that people can envy her.
The two of them just walked step by step, feeling like they were walking through the city in a daze.
For some girls who witnessed everything, they quickly had new things to talk about. Most girls were not so easily attracted.
Is this strange? Many schools in Perm accept students from the west every day, and the same is true for No. 1 Middle School. What's so strange about the occasional students with special images?