It seemed that the atmosphere in the dormitory was very harmonious, and everything really became a bit trance-like. Natasha suddenly felt like she was back in the autumn of 1940.
"Okay!" Lyudmila, the head of the dormitory, clapped her hands and said, "Natasha, you have the right to control your own things. You just need to be careful of the greedy Anna. I am the oldest and I am the oldest. Anna is the oldest.
Second, Lilia is the third child, and you, the youngest, are the fourth child. Now, our dormitory 203 is finally full. It looks like it’s getting late. Sisters, why don’t we go to the cafeteria and wait?”
At this point, Natasha had basically integrated into the situation, and she suddenly felt that her situation felt a bit like a youth camp.
No, it should be called the First Youth Brigade of the Guerrilla Republic now, and the extremely young brigade commander is his lover Kharkiv.
In the youth camp, there is also a girl named Lyudmila. She has outstanding shooting ability and has killed more than ten enemies. Therefore, she has received the First Class Patriotic War Medal and the First Class Guerrilla Medal. That girl has even greater achievements.
as!
Now that it comes to eating, Natasha feels that she is indeed a little hungry.
She rolled up her left sleeve very skillfully and said, "Well, if dinner time is six o'clock, there is still half an hour."
She never expected that this inadvertent action would cause the other three people to widen their eyes again.
"Natasha, you! You actually have a watch! You...you are so rich."
Rich! That's what Anna is exclaiming.
"My watch." Only then did Natasha realize how valuable her watch was. She quickly explained: "My uncle gave it to me."
"Oh, it seems that your uncle is not an ordinary person. I can't do it. My parents are ordinary workers. How can they have the money to buy a watch? Maybe I am luckier. My father was injured at work, so he did not go to the army to fight.
…”
"Shut up! Anna." Lyudmila, the head of the dormitory, interrupted her violently. Anna, who realized the problem, also quickly shut up.
Why? Lilia, who wears glasses, lost her father forever a year ago.
Natasha noticed the subtle change in the girl's expression from the corner of her eye, and she also fell silent.
Lyudmila pinched Anna's neck and continued: "I am from Moscow, so it must be different. As a citizen of Perm, please stop making irresponsible remarks, Natasha."
"Yes, Chief."
"Call me Liu De. I am your eldest sister here. You can trust me. Come with me now. Let's go to the cafeteria first. Have you brought your student ID card?"
"I put it in my leather schoolbag."
"Take it with you and I'll take you to collect your meal tickets. Everyone else, follow me."
After more than a year of military service, Natasha learned that another important thing is to obey orders.
The so-called dormitory leader, she immediately thought of the squad leader in the army.
No, it's not that simple. The most basic units of the 63rd Group Army and the 284th Guards Division, which were specially trained by General Berekov, are not infantry squads, but combat teams.
There are three groups in a class, and the number of core groups is exactly four.
Natasha felt that she had integrated into the new group. The way to integrate was very simple. She just needed to regard the dormitory leader Lyudmila as the leader of the combat team. Besides, this sister obviously has a sense of responsibility. I will listen to her in the future and be right.
You will never be in trouble.
Natasha was following Lyudmila. She kept watching to see the school layout clearly.
The group of people didn't walk long before arriving at the school's cafeteria.
It is a building with a huge dome. The first floor is the public cafeteria, and the second floor is the school assembly hall.
Although we haven't arrived at meal time, the cafeteria is already bustling.
Natasha especially noticed that there were two queues at the window of a small cubicle.
"Chief, what are they doing?"
"It's a meal ticket." Anna suddenly came out and explained.
At this time, Lyudmila first pulled Anna back, and then said calmly: "Isn't it like this when you were studying in Moscow?"
"Uh... That's not true." Natasha was embarrassed to answer. She didn't know what the situation was like in Moscow's middle schools. In short, since the number of students in Mozyr Middle School was small and lunches were free, the chef there only needed to see the situation.
The students were wearing school uniforms and were given meals directly.
"That's right. In order to avoid food being wasted, the school issues meal tickets to students once a week. Meal tickets are divided into breakfast, lunch and dinner. Only the correct ticket can be exchanged for a meal. Listen."
"Um!"
"Don't lose your meal ticket."
"I will." Natasha nodded lightly.
A considerable number of children in Perm live in schools. Even if some children live in the city, their families are involved in extremely busy wartime production, and it is a wise move to entrust the school to take care of their children. This is
The reason why the active Anna still stays in dormitory 203.
The reason why students line up in two lines is just that there are differences between men and women.
Quite a few children in Class 6 have already received their meal tickets for next week, so Natasha did not meet her other classmates again.
But she has integrated into campus life, right?
Natasha took 21 meal tickets and put them into her bag. Then, the four of them found an unattended wooden table and sat down quietly, just waiting for the meal to be served.
They didn't wait long. As soon as six o'clock in the evening came, all the closed windows were opened.
The students lined up in an orderly manner again, and the huge cafeteria was filled with laughter and laughter.
Natasha's requirements for dinner are very simple, as long as she can fill her stomach. It can be said that she is a very easy-to-provide girl.
Standing in the queue, it was her turn to receive dinner at the end, and she saw that the meals provided by the school were extremely simple.
Several wooden basins were filled with boiled potatoes, and another large pot was filled with vegetable soup.
She didn't have any complaints, because in the guerrilla republic, this was basically what the soldiers and civilians had for dinner.
Her new rice bowl was filled with vegetable soup, and there were three potatoes on another small wooden plate. She weighed it and found that the staple food for dinner was only one kilogram of potatoes.
If she were still in the army, it would be no problem to eat two kilograms of potatoes in one meal. Although that kind of appetite is not worthy of a lady, but the daily physical consumption is very huge, and she knows her own limit of food intake. One time, she was so hungry that she was stunned.
I ate four kilograms of potatoes in one day.
If you just study, it doesn't seem like you need to expend too much physical energy. Think about it, your dinner will be a kilogram of potatoes from now on, so it should be useful.
Besides, as a native Belarusian and the so-called Belarusian girl with the purest blood, my love for potatoes is probably engraved in my bones.
The four of them gathered around the wooden table again, and the simple dinner began.
This situation gave Natasha a strong sense of familiarity, but when she looked closely, everything was completely different.
She gently raised her head and looked at the ceiling. At this moment, the incandescent lamp in the entire room was fully lit, and the room was brightly lit.
"What do you think of this dinner?" Lyudmila asked.
"It's okay. I have nothing against potatoes."
"Hey, now is an extraordinary period. Potatoes are helpless. All the flour is given to the frontline troops. Those of us in the rear are fed by potatoes almost every day."
"She's right." Anna said quickly, "Tomorrow's breakfast and lunch will all be potatoes, Natasha, I hope you can understand."
"Yes, I understand."
"Then eat well." Lyudmila comforted her. "At least once a week for lunch, the school will provide bread and even fish soup."
With just such a meal, can Natasha be full?
How is that possible! Most of the ingredients in one kilogram of boiled potatoes are water. Unfortunately, as a student, I really can't complain.
The potatoes were placed on the plate, like three yellow balls. The other students basically ate with their hands, taking out the cutlery, knives and forks they had prepared in a more elegant manner.
Whether they are students or recruits, they always bring their own tableware. Based on this tradition, the canteen only provides plates.
Natasha's tableware was very strange. The other three girls watched her with wide eyes as she pulled out two wooden sticks from the white cloth.
Then, using her dexterous right hand to use the wooden stick, Natasha smashed the potatoes into several pieces, then picked them up and put them in her mouth.
"Ah! Natasha!" Lyudmila widened her eyes in confusion, "What is the way to eat this?"
"Um?"
Natasha was slightly stunned, and then she thought about how strange it was that Chinese chopsticks appeared here. She quickly made a pretense and said: "I learned about the use of this kind of tableware from a Bashkir classmate in the class. It is said that
It came from faraway China."
"Oh? This is the first time I've seen it. You...can you let me use it?"
"sure."
Natasha handed over the chopsticks, and sure enough, the chopsticks in Lyudmila's hands were just two wooden sticks. After a few fiddles, not to mention picking up the potato pieces, she could only fiddle with them one by one.
"Chief, this takes time to practice."
"Okay." Lyudmila didn't want to waste time here anymore, so she handed the chopsticks back. At this moment, she had new insights into the newcomer in front of her.
A beautiful girl from Moscow has a lot of soaps and cans in her luggage, and she also uses some strange Eastern techniques. She is really a strange person, and generally speaking, she is also a good communicator.
After dinner, the rice bowl was cleaned, and the four girls stopped wandering around outdoors.
"Let's go, Natasha, you have to hurry up and get ready when you get back to the dormitory." Ludmila said, holding Natasha's hand.
"Are you preparing textbooks?"
"It's not just textbooks!" Lively Anna came out and said excitedly, "Tomorrow is the beginning of the week. You should understand that we have to participate in the flag-raising ceremony!"
Flag-raising ceremony! Natasha's heart almost broke when she heard this word.
Mozyr Secondary School, Lechitsa Primary School, and especially all schools in Gomel were bombed into rubble during the war.
The flag-raising ceremony itself has a strong educational meaning. Now, Natasha understands the meaning of patriotism better. A year and a half later, tomorrow, as a student, she will watch the alliance's victory at the Perm No. 1 Middle School in the Ural region.
The red flag is rising.
The group of people quickly returned to the dormitory. Since the school chose a dormitory for top students for Natasha, they picked up their textbooks as soon as they returned.
The whole scene became a little out of place, and Natasha could not have imagined that her new classmate would have such a strong desire for books.
Sitting on the brand new bed, watching them study seriously under the incandescent light, Natasha felt a trance, everything was so unreal.
School life? Do I have to get into the zone instantly?
She put her luggage aside and hung all her new clothes in the closet. Finally, she picked up the book and started reading it with the intention of giving it a try.
Seeing that she was already flipping through the book, Lyudmila felt that she could once again show her sisterly temperament.
"Hey! Natasha."
"Yeah. I'm listening."
"You'd better review your homework first. This semester will start soon, so you'd better keep up with the courses."
"Okay! I...I'll try my best."
Try your best? Just read as much as you can to learn well? Now Natasha can be said to have picked up textbooks again. She has no idea what the level of her classmates is. She knows her own skills very well.
No, why do the math textbooks in their hands look like days? They understand that the curve drawings in the text are all so-called functions, and tenth grade students are also learning these.
It's pitiful and pitiful. I studied these things when I was in ninth grade and luckily passed the final exam. I stopped my studies for a year and then picked up the textbook again. This...
The university entrance exam is another kind of war. After a year of study, reading a book by yourself is still like reading a bible. It is impossible to rely on strength to get into university. If you use your own merits to go to university,
It is also an infringement on self-esteem.
Natasha closed the book, sighed deeply, then approached Lyudmila and said sincerely: "I'm sorry, I actually..."
"What’s wrong with you."
"Actually, I have been out of school for a year because of the war. I think my academic ability has dropped drastically. I was actually dizzy after reading the whole book on functions."
"Ah?" Lyudmila never expected this, "You actually missed school for a year?!"
This news shocked everyone no less than Natasha's "stick performance" in the cafeteria.
"It's really bad to be out of school for a year." Anna approached the blond sister again and said in particular: "You must study hard. If you fail the exam, our math teacher Brodsky will give you special training."
Oh! Believe me, special training is not a pleasant experience." As she spoke, Anna stuck out her tongue, looking terrible.
"Ah, is special training a bad thing? Dombrowski, I met him for the first time today, and I don't think he is very strict."
"It's just an illusion." Anna continued, "He pursues the strategy of strict teachers making good disciples. His so-called special training is to keep you in the class. Of course, he himself will stare at you as you do the questions until you don't know the questions.
Until I can answer it.”
"Hey, so that's it. Isn't he the teacher in charge?"
"Forget it! Our time is very precious, and I still want to get admitted to Perm University. If I have free time, I would rather study other subjects. Hehe, fortunately, my math scores have never let him down."
"But you have been disappointed before, otherwise you wouldn't know what special training is." Lyudmila complained, and then looked into Natasha's eyes, "It doesn't matter, tell me what your performance level was before you dropped out of school?"
"Well, my grades in the Russian class are very good, and my math, physics, and chemistry are also all passing. The German class just started, so I can't say it's excellent. In other courses, my music class is good. In the physical education class, I think
I am excellent."
"Well, I guess no school will continue to teach German now." Lyudmila shrugged, "Now we are at war with Germany, and the United States and Britain are allies. You and I both have to take a foreign language elective, and I chose English.
, and others too, don’t know your choice.”
"Then English." Natasha replied without thinking.
"You just said that you are good at sports, I hope so."
Obviously being questioned, Natasha felt unhappy and immediately rolled up her sleeves and rushed to express her stance to Lyudmila.
"Chief, look at my arms, they are very muscular."
Lyudmila took a closer look. At first glance, Natasha looked quite thin. Now she saw her tense right arm. What was happening?! Why was the muscle texture of her right arm so clear? It didn't look like that.
The arms a girl should have.
"You! Didn't you do manual labor during the year you were out of school?" Lyudmila could only answer with her own understanding.
"Almost...yeah." Natasha answered vaguely.
"It looks pretty good. Maybe your running ability is also very good. Your arms are stronger than mine. Maybe your performance will be more outstanding during target practice."
"Target shooting?!" Natasha's nerves tensed up instantly.
"Yes. Maybe schools across the league have regulations in this regard. My dear, maybe you have overlooked one thing. We are all old enough to serve in the military. If we were all men, we might have been drafted into the army. Even if we
They are all women, and they also have to go through basic militia training, and it also counts in the academic assessment. Honey, take it seriously, although I don’t know if you have tried rifle target shooting before."
At this moment, Lyudmila's attitude was simply sympathetic, but she didn't know how proficient the girl in front of her, who was so confident that she pouted, was at target shooting.
"Don't worry, eldest sister! I won't let you down."