Auntie Koroleva, the housekeeper of the tenth-grade girls' dormitory, is slightly chubby and her head with a headscarf cannot completely hide her silver hair.
When she met Natasha for the first time, she immediately paid attention to her. "Is she the new girl who arrived today? Well, she is a beautiful girl."
"Well, I received a notice that a girl named Natasha is here. The superior did not tell me her last name, but now I understand. Hey, Kharkova!"
"Huh?" Natasha looked at the aunt gently.
"Your teacher handed you over to me. Listen, I am the administrator in the dormitory area. Now come with me to see your new friends."
"okay."
The pace is developing very fast, and it looks like we are about to meet a new roommate.
Things are not that simple. Those roommates can't help but be roommates. They are all students of Brovsky, so I and them are classmates.
In the military, the closest relationship is with your comrades.
On campus, the closest relationship is with classmates.
Natasha quickly smoothed her hair and raised her chest, just to face them with the best image.
"Come with me now. Girl, I'm not telling you, you do have a lot of luggage. I hope you won't scare those people."
"It's... not bad."
Natasha didn't care why the dormitory aunt said that. She saw that this person was able to maintain a relatively fat figure during the difficult war period. It seemed that the school's living standard was still quite superior.
Looking at her and then at herself, Natasha raised her left arm and tensed up her muscles. She had only eaten well in Moscow for a few days, and her skinny body had gained a little weight. However, although her arms and legs were thin, they were still under the skin.
They are all extremely strong muscles that have been exercised.
Indeed, our Natasha is wearing a school uniform and standing with her back against the wall. She is on the thin side and looks a bit fragile at first glance, but this is not the case at all.
According to Yang Mingzhi's aesthetics, of course he likes this girl, who is tall and slender and extremely reliable in battle.
However, according to Lao Maozi's aesthetics, they prefer girls to be plump, especially those with tall chests, which will give men a temptation similar to vodka.
It was Sunday, and there were many idle people in the girls' dormitory area.
Natasha took a closer look at these dormitories. They barely called them buildings. They were only three stories high. They were all standard tube buildings.
In the middle of the two buildings is a flat ground paved with cement. There are public washbasins with taps and a large number of wooden poles.
There were hemp ropes hanging on the wooden poles, and they were already covered with white cloth bedding and blankets.
She carefully saw that there was a girl in school uniform rolling up her sleeves and rubbing the blanket with something brown at the faucet. The air was filled with the special aroma of soap.
She followed the dormitory auntie closely, trying not to speak during the whole process, and silently recording the route to prevent getting lost.
"Okay, here it is."
The warden stopped and pointed to the stairs: "Come upstairs with me. Comrade Brovsky, please stop here."
"Ah! Yes. But what about her luggage?"
"Really." The dormitory manager Koroleva shook her head and asked the teacher to unload all the luggage.
She fully embodies the power of a Slavic woman, holding a sack in one hand, and then frowning and shaking her neck: "Kharkova, continue upstairs, your dormitory is on the second floor. Really, your luggage is not light.
ah."
"Well, a woman with brute strength." Brovsky stood at the stairs, silently watching the two women disappear from sight, and continued to mutter: "Natasha, let's see you tomorrow."
The sixth class of tenth grade taught by Brovsky has a total class size of forty. You must know that for Soviet middle schools, having so many people in one class is already too crowded. Unfortunately, the current situation is like this. It can be seen that
In the future, many students will transfer to Perm.
There are more boys than girls in the class. Today there are only 11 girls among the 40 people. They live in three dormitories.
Compared to the boys' dormitories, the situation in the girls' dormitories is much better.
In No. 1 Middle School, it is impossible for men and women to live in a dormitory building together. Even the men's and women's dormitory areas are isolated from each other. Things like boys running downstairs from the girls' dormitory are not allowed unless the man who comes is an in-service teacher.
Therefore, Natasha has appeared and attracted the attention of many girls. Those who are interested in taking a closer look will see that it is their teacher who is leading a newcomer. The result is self-evident.
Bedroom 203 on the second floor is Natasha’s home for the next year.
A girl named Anna Andeevna Petrova saw this scene, but she happened to live in dormitory 203.
She hurriedly ran back to the dormitory carrying the wooden basin, and hurriedly asked the other two sisters who were staying on the bed to get up.
"Ouch! My girls, get up quickly."
"What's going on!" Lyudmila, the head of the dormitory who was reading a book, gently put the book on the bedside table and sat up suddenly.
"She! She's coming!"
"Who? Who is coming."
"She!" Anna increased her voice: "Fourth! She's here!"
"ah!"
The three girls in the dormitory were busy arranging their clothes. To be honest, they didn't have to wear school uniforms in the dormitory, but their clothes were a little too plain.
Fortunately, they didn't have the habit of messing up the room. After putting the items on the bedside table back into their original places, the whole dormitory was as tidy as ever.
They had just finished hurriedly, and Natasha, led by the hostess, had already arrived.
The middle-aged woman was panting, and sweat was forming on her forehead. Compared to her, Natasha was carrying a heavy load, but she remained calm and composed.
"Hey! Girls, your new friends are here. Natasha, please go in and get to know your classmates."
Natasha held her chest high and stepped into the dimly lit dormitory. Then she couldn't help but stand at attention and reported her identity.
"Natasha Petrovna Kharkova, a student of Class 10, Sixth Grade, reports!"
The scene is a bit embarrassing.
At this moment, who would have expected that the new girl would be so serious, which made the three girls feel very unnatural.
"Hello." The dormitory leader Lyudmila took three steps forward and said casually: "My dear, you must be Natasha. We received the notice a few days ago and have been looking forward to your arrival. You don't have to
Be nervous, this is our home, not a training class.
"I am Lyudmila Ivanova Vasileva, the dormitory director here, and also your classmate."
With that said, the head of the dormitory called in two other people and continued to introduce: "These two are Anna Andeevna Petrova. The one wearing glasses is Lilia Petrovna Karpova."
They announced their names, and Natasha became familiar with them immediately.
The one who is taller than me is the dormitory leader Lyudmila. She has a square chin and brown hair.
Anna is shorter than me, and her overall body shape is stockier.
As for Lilia, she seems a bit shy, and because she wears glasses, she should be a top student?
"Okay, you already know each other, and my work is over." The dormitory manager Korolyova unloaded all Natasha's bags, rubbed her shoulders hard, and continued: "It's almost dinner time.
.Lyudmila!”
"arrive!"
"Take your new classmate to the cafeteria for dinner in a while and familiarize her with the campus environment. If she has any difficulties in life, you must help her."
"Okay, Auntie."
The dormitory manager Koroleva also left, leaving only four girls of the same grade in the dark dormitory. They said they were in the same grade, but in fact, except for Natasha, the other three were already over 18 years old. So according to Soviet law
, they already have the rights and obligations to join the army or work in factories.
But they are still students. There is no other reason. The three girls all have good academic performance and have the ability to try to get into Perm University.
So, Stalin ordered Perm to find a good school for our sniper hero Natasha. The city Soviet sent her to this school as soon as they got together, and the school finally found three "students" for Natasha.
"Roommate.
"From now on, you will be in my charge, dear Kharkova. No! Natasha."
Lyudmila, the head of the dormitory, wanted to show her sisterly temperament, especially when she saw that the new girl was not only more than a year younger than herself, but also looked thinner, so it was natural to help her.
Lyudmila tried to pull Natasha's luggage and put it next to the spare bed, but she felt it was unusually heavy.
"Ouch! Honey, what's in your bag?!"
"Well, some good stuff." Natasha said casually.
"Good stuff? Open it and let me see." Anna, she always behaves more lively and curious than other girls.
"Okay, I also plan to give you some things."
As soon as she heard that there was a meeting gift, Anne's mood became even more exciting.
Natasha opened the twine of the two sacks and took out all the contents. In addition to some clothes she had received sponsorship from the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Moscow branch of the Lenin Komsomol, there were also a large number of daily necessities.
Soon, the smell of soap began to float in the air. Natasha took out pieces of soap from the sack, shocking the girls at a loss.
In peacetime, soap was not a rare thing, but now it belongs to the category of military supplies. Even the students of No. 1 Middle School must use their soap sparingly.
"Ah? You...where did you get so much soap?" Anna exclaimed in disbelief.
"There are more." Natasha took out some more soft tin cans. Judging from the labels, they were undoubtedly more precious toothpaste.
Anna continued to exclaim: "Wow! And toothpaste? It seems that I won't have to save toothpaste in the future."
"Anna, that's enough. I've never seen you brush your teeth properly." The dormitory director criticized.
"Hehe, the toothpaste the school provides you and me is just a little bit. I want to brush my teeth properly, ugh..."
"Stop making excuses."
Just now, the source of the breathlessness of the dormitory Korolev was not these soaps and toothpastes, although they were also very heavy.
The root cause was the canned beef that Natasha took out next. What was even more shocking was that the tinplates were printed with English numbers. People familiar with the situation could understand at a glance that they were authentic American imports and came with ships to support the Soviet Union.
strategic materials.
Although Lyudmila, the head of the dormitory, has limited knowledge, she is not so stupid that she cannot recognize English letters. After all, schools in the Soviet Union teach some Roman letters, as well as English or German.
"Ah! It's American. Natasha, you! Where did you get it?"
"This..." Natasha panicked for a moment.
Speaking of canned beef, they are all provided by the uncles in Moscow, which is called replenishing the body of heroes. Compared with the canned beef produced in the Soviet Union, the quality of these American products is obviously higher and the taste is better.
They weigh a kilogram each, a full twenty cans!
Natasha quickly said: "Ah, I came from Moscow. The situation in Moscow is not bad, and the supply of materials there is stable."
"Can you even buy things aided by the United States?" Lyudmila, the dormitory director, squinted her eyes, thinking of the standard military posture when the girl came in just now, and couldn't help but think about it.
Maybe, this girl's father is in the military, and even has a relatively high position. It is understandable that the country has carried out a large-scale evacuation of civilians from Moscow. Some students in the school now are evacuated.
If this is the case, then Natasha's father must have trained her well.
However, her father should be commanding the battle on the front line, right? Thinking of this, Lyudmila couldn't help but glance at the quiet Lilia from the corner of her eyes.
Poor Lilia, she transferred from Voronezh to Perm half a year ago, but her father, a battalion commander of the Red Army, died a year ago. It must be this incident that made her shy and introverted.
.
"Oh, Liu De, don't worry about where her cans come from." Anna immediately came to Natasha's side, grabbed her arm and asked, "So, these cans will be given to me too."
point?"
"Yeah. Yes, I think I must make friends with you. My uncle told me that I should give you some gifts when I see you."
"Wow! Then your uncle is really a genius. I like these gifts so much. They are so precious." After saying that, Anna quickly ran to the door. A girl closed and locked the wooden door, and then came back nervously: "Dear
Natasha, so these treasures are shared by our dormitory? We have to take good care of them and not let others take them away."
"Yes. That's probably it."
"Forget it." Lyudmila, the head of the dormitory, fully embodied the image of a big sister. She grabbed Anna's back collar and pulled her aside directly to criticize: "You, you are just greedy.
Just eat. Look at yourself, and then look at our fourth child, Natasha. The canned meat belongs to someone else, and her family obviously gave it to her to replenish her body, so don’t be greedy."
"Ugh... forget it." Anna shrugged, "Anyway, when the time comes, just fill your stomach with potatoes."
Anna, this girl is a real treasure, Natasha was amused by her excitement.
Think about it, it must be a good thing to have such lively friends in life.