After a day of training, everyone was physically exhausted. Everyone had dinner in advance at the military camp, and then hurriedly took the bus back.
So what if Natasha stole the show? Most of the boys, including the bold Jill, leaned back on their seats and fell asleep one after another.
Our Natasha was not surprised either. She was holding a hemp cloth bag filled with hard pieces of bread, weighing a total of five kilograms. If you want to eat such a huge thing, you have to either chop it into small pieces with an axe, or
Use a hacksaw to cut it off bit by bit.
No matter how she cut it, Natasha got a generous reward. Besides, Lilia also got a kilogram of bread because of her bravery.
Both of them are generous. They are willing to share their prizes, but they are only willing to share them within the scope of 203 bedrooms.
As for others, let them be envious!
Envy is one of the motivations that motivates them to move forward.
No, the four girls in dormitory 203 returned to campus. After they washed off the dirt in the school bathhouse and washed their dusty and sweat-stained training clothes overnight, their tired bodies just wanted to lie down on the bed and rest.
The body began to relax, and the much-loved sleeping session was held as scheduled.
Undoubtedly, Natasha is the focus of everyone's debate, especially Anna. She just wants to figure out one thing now: what is the source of Natasha's excellence.
The probing questions made it easy for Natasha, a pseudo-Moscow citizen, to fall into a blind corner of knowledge. After all, the file fabricated for her was that of a "citizen of Tver District", but she actually knew almost nothing about that district.
Besides, her arrival in Moscow really broadened her horizons. During her limited stay, she paid attention to the characteristic buildings. For example, she even visited the disguised Lenin's Mausoleum, even though Lenin's body had already been moved to Kuibyshev.
Store closely.
In fact, there is only one focus on Natasha's question, which is how she learned her military skills and tactics.
What else could Natasha say, she could only make up another decent statement: "My father is a soldier. Maybe he prefers boys, so I have been taught how to use firearms since I was a child. I went to school in Moscow and also received military education.
Training, maybe there is a war front line, and everyone receives more rigorous military education."
"Ah! So that's it." Lyudmila, who was lying down, sighed, "You are also a person with stories."
"So, where is your father now? He should still be fighting the invaders?" Anna asked without hesitation, until a few seconds later, she suddenly realized that her question was wrong.
Natasha was not angry, because the lights had been turned off, and a tear flowed from the corner of her slightly closed eyes without anyone noticing.
My father has died, the entire Belarusian war situation has collapsed, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers have died.
In fact, Natasha never received any follow-up news from her father. After her father joined the army, the war broke out, and the farm where she lived was trampled into wasteland by the iron hoofs of the German army. If she had not been saved by General Berekov,
It is just to add two miserable corpses in the cellar to this cruel war.
Over the past year, she has become more and more certain that her father died in the war.
At least there is no doubt about the fact that his mother and friends on the farm are all dead.
It was the most terrifying nightmare, and Natasha tried her best to forget them, but unfortunately, if anyone mentioned it even a little bit, the painful memories would resurface.
"Kostya, everything is fine with you now in Kuibyshev."
The girl was quiet for a while, then plucked up the courage to say: "My father has died. I think you should understand that I came to Perm No. 1 Middle School alone."
"Aren't you...and..." Lyudmila didn't say any more about this matter, and the talkative Anna also lost her voice.
Only Lilia gave a solid response: "Natasha, I understand you. If that's the case, we are all the same. Maybe it's because of this that you understand me best."
Similarly, Lilia did not explain her life experience straightforwardly, but she did explain the fact that her parents were both dead.
In a dormitory, the parents of two roommates were dead. Lyudmila, who was lying down, felt as if a huge stone was pressing on her chest. She felt so depressed that it was extremely difficult to breathe.
"So, Natasha, do you have any other relatives?" Lyudmila suddenly asked.
"This..." Natasha thought about it, she at least has a special uncle!
Thinking of this, Natasha said happily: "I still have an uncle who loves me very much. I also have a younger brother. That's it. I think the situation is not too bad."
"You still have an uncle? What a joy. So your uncle is also a soldier, right?"
"Yes! And he's still an officer." This was the only thing that made Natasha extremely proud. Of course, she didn't proudly claim that her so-called uncle was General Berekov.
"Ah~" Lyudmila breathed a long sigh of relief, "Now I understand everything. It turns out that you grew up in a military family atmosphere. To be honest, it is incredible that you did not become a soldier after graduation."
"Yes, I will give it a try. As long as they agree, I am willing to fight on the front line. I think most of the boys in our class will also be willing to join the army after graduation."
"Of course." Lyudmila cheered up, "They are all crazy guys. I think if they were allowed to graduate immediately, many of them would be planning to join the army now! I estimate that after the squad leader graduates, he will also have to join the army.
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"Then, he is really a patriotic person." Natasha praised.
"No. He is an adult man and he has no choice. Does it mean that all women need to go into battle to defend the Soviets? Their men will be the first to charge."
This is a very real topic, and Natasha feels a strong sense of depression. If it had been inevitable at that time, the current tenth graders must have been drafted into the military as soon as they received their diplomas.
How lucky a recruit is to go through a long battle without being injured.
Natasha, who experienced the Battle of Gomel, knows the cruelty of large-scale battles. In order to win, 10,000 people can die in battle and 8,000!
However, if Gil really decides to join the army, Natasha estimates that he will not be timid and afraid of death.
In Perm at night, a large number of arsenals were brightly lit, and Natasha, who was sleeping on the bunk, heard the whistle of the train from time to time.
Not all students live on campus, and a considerable number of students who live in cities go home after their afternoon classes.
The same goes for Gil Ivanov.
Military training is over, and campus courses are waiting for him tomorrow.
He was so preoccupied that he didn't care about his physical exhaustion and still rode his bicycle back home from school.
As soon as he put the car into the corridor, he saw his father's bicycle already placed here.
Dad who is busy with his busy schedule is also back?
Like a large number of ordinary urban residents, Gil's family lived in a large-scale tube building built shortly after the founding of Soviet Russia.
The entire residential building has only three floors, but at least ten families live on each floor.
From the perspective of the 21st century, this kind of house is simply terrible! The kitchen and toilet are shared, there is no independent bathroom, the fire protection facilities are rudimentary, and the worst part is the poor sound insulation.
Even so, quite a few tube buildings have continued into the new century. Due to limited financial resources, the Russian Federation's demolition of old residential buildings has progressed very slowly.
But even so, will a large number of urban residents be disgusted?
On the contrary, for the working class who can live in this kind of Tongzilou, it symbolizes the political status of the family.
Carrying his handbag, Gil hurried up to the second floor. He met a few neighbors and hurried home.
The air is filled with the smell of tobacco and the aroma of vegetable soup.
When Gil's mother Ivanova saw her son, she said happily: "Ah! You are back. Have you had dinner? It doesn't matter. Let's have some more soup."
Jill shook her head, hung her bag on the wall, and looked at her mother seriously: "Mom! I think I'm in love."
"Ah? Say it again."
"I think I'm in love!"
"Ouch! Could it be your classmate? Who is the girl who admires you? I have to thank her very much."
To be honest, Ivanova doesn't think her son is that outstanding. He serves as class monitor at school. After graduation, through his father's operation, he is likely to work in the post office.
"Mom, do you despise your son so much? Hey, where is my dad?"
"I'm reading the newspaper in the bedroom. Please order it and have a few sips of soup..."
Gil shook his head, he still felt that his own concerns were the most important.
Gil's father, Ivanov Sr., is almost fifty years old. During the Tsarist Russia, he was just an ordinary postman. With the establishment of Soviet Russia, as a senior proletarian, he faced major life opportunities.
The revolution in Soviet Russia changed the fate of too many people. In its early days, Soviet Russia urgently needed to quickly establish a wartime postal system, and old Ivanov was reused.
He has been working at the Perm Post Office for more than 20 years. Because he is very senior in the unit, he now serves as the director of a branch of the Perm Post Office.
Because of this status, the old Ivanov only needs to say hello to the General Administration, and his son can join the job the following year.
Gil is actually a second-generation official. Fortunately, the old Ivanov does not spoil his only son. Even if he inherits his father's business at the age of nineteen, he must start as a postman at the lowest level.
As the saying goes, "I started from the grassroots level, and so must you."
At least in this era, the social atmosphere in the Soviet Union was pretty good. There were plenty of upright people, but there were still only a handful of people who relied on flattery to gain power.
Jill walked into her parents' bedroom and saw her father quietly reading today's Pravda in front of the desk lamp.
"You are back. Did something happen in your school life?" Old Ivanov asked without raising his head.
"Yes. Dad, I think I'm in love."
"Oh? She is an excellent girl, or a beautiful girl. Listen, I don't want to interfere with your affairs, but that girl can at least satisfy me." Old Ivanov said a little perfunctorily.
"Hehe, of course she is an outstanding and beautiful girl."
Only then did old Ivanov put down the newspaper and looked at his son with bright eyes.
"You are already eighteen years old. You will be nineteen next year. If you want, you can find a suitable girl to get married. I have always supported you in this regard."
Here, old Ivanov said this deliberately. It is understandable that every young man today is eager to join the army and serve the country. But can they think of the cruelty of war? No! Old Ivanov thinks of his own youth.
He didn't want his son to join the army from the bottom of his heart.
He didn't know if his son had such thoughts, but he felt that he had a way to nip his son's thoughts in the cradle.
"Thank you, Dad." Jill said happily.
Old Ivanov nodded: "Now tell me about that girl."
"Well, she is my classmate, a newly transferred girl. She is so beautiful, very, very good at sports, and has definitely received militia training, but she is somewhat lacking in studies."
"Oh? Is she not good at learning? It would be easy to go wrong if she became a postman."
In fact, old Ivanov has already given a hint here. Jill's mind was filled with Natasha's beautiful image, and she immediately said: "Her family seems to have died in the war. She must have received militia training in Moscow, because of the war she has already
She missed school for a year. But I think she is very motivated."
"In other words, she is similar to a war orphan? What a... What a pitiful girl."
Old Ivanov closed his eyes and thought for a moment. After hearing this story, how could he not feel compassion?
"So, has she accepted your love?"
"This... I think I'm almost successful. For example, during meal time in the cafeteria, she agreed to let me sit next to her. You know, ordinary girls are very resistant to this. I want to go one step further and give her a gift."
"That's a good development. Tell me, what do you want to give her?"
"Hmm...like a pen?"
"that's enough?"
"I think that's enough."
Ivanov shrugged: "You mentioned that the girl is from Moscow. Moscow is different from Perm. People there have a higher standard of living. It will be winter soon. You can give her a sweater to keep out the cold. Do you want to
If you want to pursue her, you must show your responsibility as a man now. Now put your face closer to her."
"Um?"
"hurry up!"
Gil didn't know what the mysterious thing about his bearded father was. He put his ear closer and what he heard was the past of his parents when they were young.
I have to say that Jill’s mother Ivanova is a bit bloated now, but she was actually quite beautiful when she was young. Tsarist Russia joined the First World War in 1914, and a few years later the Soviet-Russian Civil War broke out, followed by a massive invasion by foreign intervention forces. The war lasted until
It was not completely ended until 1922. After years of war, large-scale famine broke out in Soviet Russia, and the war caused the displacement of a large number of residents.
Under a special historical background, the very young postman Ivanov met his future wife.
He served the new Bolsheviks and was able to get enough food to survive.
The two met in 1920, when Ivanova was only sixteen years old. She was as skinny as a stick due to long-term chronic hunger, and was only one step away from death.
There is no romantic past, it is simply the old Ivanov who accepted the ideas of Bolshevism and his own compassion as a human being.
In order to survive, Ivanova followed the 24-year-old Ivanov to the end, and the two of them were like husband and wife.
During that period, the Red Army needed a large number of communications personnel, and the old Ivanov decisively developed the girls around him into his deputies.
When the war era ended in 1922 due to the signing of some treaties, the two stabilized and got married. More than a year later, Jill was born.