Natasha lay on the comfortable bed and entered a state of relaxation. She knew that there was nothing to worry about anymore. Perm was too far away from the battlefield and German bombers could not reach it in the foreseeable future.
, it is even more impossible for the German Army to reach here.
Victory will belong to the Soviet Union and to the Allies of the world.
From now on, the short and arduous military career should come to an end.
After waking up, Natasha shook her head vigorously in order to wake up quickly.
"Ah, you're awake. Put on your school uniform and let's go to the playground." The dormitory principal Lyudmila urged.
Every Monday, the school holds an assembly as usual.
Natasha was looking forward to participating in the flag-raising ceremony again. Not because of the excitement she felt when seeing the red flag, but because she was so happy to see hundreds of her peers wearing school uniforms gathered together.
At six o'clock in the morning, when the sun was just shining, the four girls in dormitory 203 finished washing and headed to the school's track and field.
At this moment, the campus loudspeaker also sounded the rallying cry, urging all those who were dawdling.
It was only half past six, and the huge track and field field was already full of people.
The boys wore pure black uniforms, all with Lenin hats on their heads. The girls wore thick lined clothes and "maid outfits" outside. Each of them had a beautiful headdress on their head and a red scarf on their collar.
It can be said that girls' school uniforms are the most gorgeous and beautiful, while boys' uniforms are very regular.
"Wow, there are so many students in the school?" Natasha couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Yes, there are more than 2,000 students in school now, and the number is still increasing." Lyudmila urged: "Let's hurry up and find Class 6. My dear, take this opportunity for you to meet other students."
Perm is the second largest city in the Ural region, with a population of over one million. There are many school-age children in the city, but very few can enter middle school.
The admission standards for ordinary middle schools are high, and students who fail to pass the exams have to go to secondary vocational education.
There are currently more than 2,000 people in No. 1 Middle School, and they are the proud ones of heaven.
Natasha soon meets her new classmates.
When a beautifully dressed girl appears in front of a boy, who can not be moved?
Class Six originally had only about thirty people, but the class size is slowly increasing because there are too few girls transferring there.
Only a few girls are naturally beautiful, but even so, all the girls in the class are the ones boys are happy to take care of.
But who could have imagined that the new transfer student was actually a beautiful woman. She had blond hair, big emerald-green eyes, and faint freckles on the bridge of her nose.
She is so young and beautiful, a girl showing her most beautiful face to the equally energetic teenagers.
Of course, the most they could estimate was that the girl had transferred from a big city in the west. However, all their estimates were wrong.
The class president, Gil Grigorinovich Ivanov, stood in front of Natasha on behalf of all the boys.
"The teacher has already told me that the transfer student is you. She is... such a beautiful girl."
I've been through this, I'm used to it, I almost let it slip.
"Oh, Comrade Kharkova, nice to meet you. Now join the team."
At this moment, class monitor Jill really didn't want to talk to this beautiful girl anymore, either because she was a little scared or because she was worried about the ridicule of other classmates.
Natasha stood in the girls' team very obediently. She didn't feel any fear at all, she even felt very comfortable.
Why? A playground rally, isn’t this a daily routine in the military?
All the students on campus gathered together, and it didn't take long for everyone to see several middle-aged people in suits standing on the auditorium.
Natasha, who was born with farsightedness, could easily tell that one of them was the principal.
"Everyone be silent!" the principal's voice sounded from the loudspeakers all around, and the chattering people suddenly fell silent.
"Now, the flag-raising ceremony begins."
As early as the outbreak of the war, the authorities realized that it was necessary to further strengthen the people's sense of patriotism, and any action that could enhance patriotism was never too much.
Therefore, Perm No. 1 Middle School did a lot of work on the routine flag raising, and they made the national flag honor guard look presentable.
Look at the four students carrying the flag. They escorted the national flag to the flagpole with the sonorous steps of soldiers.
As the Internationale played from the loudspeaker, the long Soviet red flag slowly rose against the rising sun and the cold morning wind.
The red flag was flying, and the most important thing in the morning meeting was over. After that, the student council president should have read some positive articles to boost morale.
This time, the situation is somewhat special.
Natasha noticed that the principal's expression was a little heavy.
The principal turned to the loudspeaker and actually talked about an incredible incident.
"Students, our school learned early this morning that the enemy used brutal bombs to attack our great capital Moscow. The city was once again hit by air strikes, but our leader Stalin stands like an eternal statue in the Kremlin. Comrade Stalin is safe and sound.
He is already leading the people of Moscow in recovering from the city's trauma.
The enemy thinks that they can make us surrender with just one bombing. They are talking nonsense.
Classmates, answer me with your roar, can you give in?"
"Never!" Jill, the monitor of Class 6, took the lead in shouting, causing the entire track and field to boil.
Young people's emotions are most easily aroused. The German army's attack on Moscow is completely equivalent to harming themselves.
Immediately afterwards, the principal himself was moved by this emotion and read out the article he had written overnight in a roaring voice.
The students' emotions were once again intensified and they fell into anger, and the school wanted this effect.
"Classmates! Talk to Jing!" the principal roared hoarsely again, "The enemy will eventually fail. Now the war is still going on. I order you to devote all your fighting enthusiasm to studying. Remember, you are the best.
students, the Soviet motherland depends on you to build it.”
An enthusiastic flag-raising morning meeting lasted until nearly eight o'clock, and many people even fainted due to hypoglycemia.
Many students were picked up by the school doctor in a coma, and many students were more willing to believe that they were comatose because of anger.
"Damn Germans, I will join the army after I graduate and teach them a lesson."
"What does our fate mean? If we don't defeat them, we will all die."
"Those bastards, they only attack civilians. They are all a group of robbers."
Natasha pricked up her ears and listened clearly. She felt the anger of the boys.
Yes, this kind of anger will definitely drive a large number of young people to join the army.
As a veteran, Natasha's anger has weakened a lot. The anger has been worn away by the hard life in the battlefield.
Some are just after being on the battlefield, fighting mechanically with tactical experience, without anger or fear, hiding themselves and trying to destroy the enemy as much as possible, that is what life in the battlefield is all about.
Just as a boy in the same class cried, our lives don't matter. It's true, battlefield veterans often don't take their lives seriously and become outright war machines.
However, the German army attacked Moscow.
Natasha suddenly felt a chill in her heart.
"Oh no, he and Besica are both in Moscow. They should be fine. They must be fine, and Stalin will definitely ensure their safety. Stalin himself is fine, so they must be fine."
Natasha composed herself, and although she was worried, she still convinced herself that General Berekov and Besika's sister had their own destiny, and they must be safe.
Perhaps, I should take the time to go to the Communist Youth League building and ask them to inquire.
She also understood that no matter who the general was, she could not do anything to help him. Nowadays, being a good student is the first priority.
The exciting morning flag-raising meeting finally came to an end. This overtime meeting completely disrupted the rhythm of today’s teaching.
The hungry Natasha returned to the dormitory and couldn't help but open a can of beef, and the aroma was overwhelming.
She is happy to share good things with her friends because she knows that only her comrades will protect her back on the battlefield.
Anna, who was greedy, finally enjoyed the delicious taste of American canned beef, and even shouted happily: "If it is paired with bread, it will definitely be the best meal."
"That's all you pursue? Then you should join the army." Lyudmila said seriously, "You are already eighteen years old. Either you drop out of school now and become a frontline health worker, so that you can also eat bread and
Canned meat.”
"Ah! Please spare me, I'm afraid."
"Hmph! You coward. Listen, if you miss the target during military training, you will look better."
Natasha listened to the conversation between the two girls while chewing the meat.
Is Anna afraid of death? This is understandable. If she could choose, she would give priority to becoming a military doctor.
After much procrastination, it was already nine o'clock in the morning when the group finished eating potatoes and left the cafeteria, thus severely disrupting the morning's math class.
The teacher didn't feel uncomfortable. In his opinion, the whole school should have a holiday on Monday.
All faculty and students held a red flag and went to Stalin Street to rally to protest the German attack on Moscow and to announce to the citizens the unyielding students, which also strengthened the students' own spirit.
Maybe there will still be meetings in the streets, and schools need to get approval from the City Soviet.
As the head teacher, he intended to continue to say a few words.
Math class? It's rather secondary.
Besides, there is a new student reporting today who needs to be introduced to all students.
When new students arrive, they are still very beautiful girls. Both boys and girls have strong expectations.
In the classroom, each student has a square table, and everyone is sitting neatly. Only Natasha stands at the door, waiting for the class teacher's call.
"Kharkova, come in."
She answered the call and walked into the classroom, standing tall and tall on the podium.
"Hello everyone, my name is Natasha Petrovna Kharkova. I come from Moscow. I have just turned seventeen. From today on, we are classmates."
She is elegant and graceful, with a sharp look between her eyebrows. She stands tall and straight, making her look very capable.
"Okay, Kharkova, where is your seat?" the head teacher pointed to a seat behind the window, "Do you think it's okay? It might be a bit far."
"It's okay, I'm farsighted."
"Oh? Okay. If you have any questions, just come to me, or ask other students, especially the monitor."
During her military career, she had to face high-intensity physical training every day, so Natasha had to adapt to this kind of life, and she managed to achieve a slim figure like a ballerina.
What boy doesn't like beautiful girls? Although they had already started drinking vodka secretly, when they saw the beautiful fairy, they couldn't help but turn their faces to the side and watch her sit down quietly.
"Okay! Boys." Teacher Brodsky slammed the table a few times, "Stop staring at your new classmates and forget all your strange fantasies. Now, turn the textbook to page 13. Let's
Continue to learn Lagrange’s mean value theorem.”
The textbooks are full of all kinds of curves, and mathematics is still difficult. Campus life is back, but it is too unreal.
What did Natasha understand in one morning? No! She had forgotten most of the ninth-grade textbooks, and now she was studying the tenth-grade textbooks. To catch up with the teacher's teaching progress, she had to work harder than others, including burning the midnight oil.
Mathematics education in the Soviet Union is always known for its profoundness. Perhaps it is because of the Russian language itself, which has a large number of tenses and "cases". As long as one can understand these, one's personal logic level cannot be underestimated.
With the advantage of logic, there is an inherent advantage in playing with advanced mathematics.
The tenth grade math subject is already very difficult and all children have to adapt to it, and in college entrance exams, math scores are of huge significance.
Natasha had a headache. When the morning classes were over, she just wanted to stay in her seat and relax.
She wanted to be quiet, but her classmates would not allow her to do so.
Many bold boys gathered around her seat, especially the monitor, Jill. Jill felt that she had to take on a heavy responsibility, and a "terrible" stream of inquiries made Natasha feel a chill.
This class monitor is also too enthusiastic.
It was her loyal dormitory leader Lyudmila who pushed away boys one after another and said in front of Jill: "You have scared her, Comrade Ivanov."
"Hey, can you call me Jill? I am the class monitor, and the teacher has given me an order. If our Kharkova has any difficulties, she can ask me."
"That will have to wait until she asks the question in person. Jill, I have never seen you being more interested in any female classmates in the class. Listen! Don't come to her like a bull just because she is beautiful."
"You!" For a moment, monitor Jill didn't know what to say. In the end, he said nothing, held his breath, and left casually.
Seeing this, the other boys also left in a hurry.
"Is this bad, Lyudmila?" Natasha asked weakly, seeing that the monitor had left the teacher.
"It's nothing. I guess he took a liking to you at first glance. My dear, you are a beautiful girl. I hope there won't be too many boys around you." As she said that, Lyudmila's hand was already on her.
On Natasha's shoulder: "You should open your eyes wide, don't be fooled by the sweet words of some brat."
"It's okay." A smile appeared on Natasha's lips, "Don't worry, there will be no problem."