After a quarrel with his son, old Ivanov sat in front of the desk lamp. Soon after he picked up the newspaper, his excited heart finally calmed down.
Could it be said that the son is at fault? No! On the contrary, the son's decision is in line with the correct thinking that their young people should have. Now calm down, the son really stayed behind, and his classmates will definitely call him a coward in public.
Besides, is it really good for my son to be assigned to the post office like this?
The Soviet Union will surely win the Patriotic War, and so will the World Alliance.
This war is destined to bring a large number of casualties to Soviet men. However, when the men who experienced the war return to their homeland, they are the heroes who have returned home. All agencies and enterprises are in urgent need of demobilized soldiers to join them, and the post office is no exception. So, my sons’ colleagues
They all have military exploits. Taking into account their contribution to the country, wouldn't the organization give them priority for promotion and outline qualifications?
The risk for my son to join the army is really too great. If he cannot join the army, he will be humiliated for the rest of his life.
No matter what, the post office needs to develop new blood! The current situation is such that if the post office has to recruit more female staff than men, then it must start from the source and select the best among them. The seventeen-year-old
Natasha? There is a possibility that she will become a daughter-in-law, but you shouldn’t think too much about it. It is possible that she will be developed into a new employee of the post office.
"It seems that some young girls are full of bright futures. Another seventeen-year-old child? Speroskina? It seems that there is an article about her in this issue?"
Sure enough, old Ivanov found the relevant article, and this article was truly evil.
"Haha, it's too exaggerated for a single person to shoot down an enemy plane with an anti-tank gun. Is it possible that Pravda wants to tout this seventeen-year-old girl as a female goddess of war in order to boost morale?"
If you read this kind of article carefully, you will find that the exaggeration in it is too abrupt. Unfortunately, these are extraordinary times and the people need a hero. Even if this hero is exaggerated, it is still great. In the final analysis, people still need a savior.
The lyrics of the Internationale make it clear that there is no savior in the world. By extension, the so-called savior is the people themselves. But the people of the Soviet Union felt that their savior was Stalin who stayed in Moscow, and those widely publicized fighting heroes,
The icing on the cake is just like the angels beside God.
Old Ivanov looked at this newspaper with great interest, just to see how a weak girl could control a huge anti-tank gun and shoot down an even bigger German fighter jet. If the article was well written, he would want to
Praise the editor.
As a result, he mainly came to Speroskina's full name.
"Ah? Her name is also Natasha Petrovna? Previous journals have shown that she left the swamps of Belarus by plane at the end of August, and she is definitely not on the battlefield now."
"The girl Jill was talking about has the same real name and double surname as Speroskina. This is just a simple double name. It is very common in Russia. But Natasha whose surname is Kharkova is very good at shooting. Just by the naked eye
All five shots hit the target 400 meters away. And both Natashas are also seventeen years old! The Natasha left Belarus by plane at the end of August, and the Natasha came to Perm seven days ago.
personal……"
Suddenly, an extremely bold idea appeared in old Ivanov's mind. He thought hard with his own reason, and finally felt that this was impossible. How could there be such a coincidence? It was just his own random association.
But wait!
Old Ivanov looked at the name again. The patronymic name in the name is "Petrovna", which is really rare in Russia. According to Russian tradition, the patronymic name of a female name should be "Petrovina".
, the spelling letters are slightly different.
Why is the patronymic name of my son’s new classmate so special?
Many details were combined, and old Ivanov became nervous again. He had to face his strange thoughts again. What if the two Natashas were the same person?
"Oh my god, he couldn't be trying to pursue that Speroskina. The photo is a bit blurry, but that girl is really pretty. Bah! Is such a good thing going to happen to that brat? It seems that I really need to hurry up
When I see that girl, I hope they are not the same person."
Late at night, old Ivanov was lying on the bed, and his mind was still thinking about the girl his son called him.
His silence was thought by his wife to be still brooding over the previous outburst.
"Now that my son has grown up, he has his own ideas. It seems that you and I can't control it. You... you are still angry." Ivanova sighed to herself, "He just thinks about everything.
Can you stop me from going to the front line?"
"Even so, we must try to stop it." Old Ivanov said perfunctorily with his eyes closed.
"Alas! If you do this, will it be a political mistake?"
"Yes, it was a mistake. But, are you willing to let him go to the front line? You still want to be a grandma... If something happens to him... Oh, I won't mention it, I won't mention it!"
Today, millions of families are suffering from the pain of losing their children. The war is so cruel. Young men from ordinary families have no chance of resisting conscription, but some powerful families can function a little better.
Old Ivanov was silent for a while, and then suddenly said: "There is still one year until he graduates. We don't need to consider the matter of him joining the army for the time being."
"But, looking at the current situation, we will eventually face it."
"Alas..." Old Ivanov sighed, "If... if he insists on joining the army, then he should be a field postman! At least that's what I did when I was young. I know that compared to soldiers fighting on the front line,
, that’s really much safer.”
It's a new day, and the dawn of the morning sun barely shines into the earth through the gaps in the dark clouds. Today's morning is colder than usual.
In the past night, Natasha was not only the hero of dorm 203, but also the hero of the entire sixth class of girls. Even so, she did not reveal her true identity, but she also had to face such an embarrassing fact
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Word of mouth among her classmates revealed that she, Natasha Kharkova, was a female militia member who had participated in the defense of Moscow.
How should she respond to the speculations of her classmates? Natasha was worried that she could not find a suitable reason to explain her outstanding military skills and tactics. The classmates invented an interesting identity for themselves through subjective assumptions, so accept it happily.
Yeah.
Natasha is a female militia member who has experienced the Moscow Defense War and has sufficient combat experience.
Then a more acute question was put on the table. When Natasha was wearing thicker clothes and a school uniform outside, and all the students were gathering in the playground, a girl in the same class asked an extremely bold question: "
Have you ever participated in a battle and killed an enemy?"
It can be said that this issue is both acute and something that everyone wants to know about. Not only the girls are paying close attention to it, but the boys are also listening with all ears.
This also includes monitor Jill.
He kept the pen he was going to give to Natasha in his pocket, intending to find an opportunity to invite her to the corridor and give the pen to her after returning to class.
She has served as a militia member and seems to have participated in battles. Does she have a record of killing enemies? If so, doesn't she have killed people? Even if it was an invading army, it was still killing people.
Once upon a time, Gil's enthusiasm for joining the army was basically a positive response to the strong patriotic atmosphere permeating the campus and the city. Now he suddenly realized that he was facing a difficult choice by joining the army to fight.
The enemy cannot surrender obediently. Either the enemy dies or you die.
"Natasha, she shouldn't have killed an enemy before, right? If she had killed an enemy, could she still stand here calmly?"
Although they have not known each other for a long time, in Jill's heart, the beautiful Natasha is her goddess. From any point of view, she is a very beautiful girl, and she also has a strong and confident temperament. However,
If such a beautiful girl had killed someone, it would be a big stain!
Gil, he has not yet developed the consciousness that he must decisively kill the enemy if he joins the army. He loves the Soviet Union and does not want to kill anyone. He does not want the girl he admires to have blood on her hands, even the blood of the enemy.
He is so simple, he has no idea what the girl with the golden braids has experienced?
Until he heard the girl say something very philosophical: "The battle in Moscow was too harsh. If I were fighting on the front line, I think I would kill an enemy, but I might also die in battle. Thank God, those of us who are
The student troops are only auxiliary soldiers and do not participate in front-line combat."
Natasha was lying. This lie sounded quite reasonable, and Jill felt very comfortable hearing it.
The routine flag-raising ceremony ended soon, and Natasha returned to class, and like other students, she had to face a new day of study.
However, rumors about her are spreading on campus at an extremely fast speed, especially her amazing performance on the shooting range. In addition to becoming a talking point among students, she is also highly valued by everyone in the school's shooting club.
Even in peacetime, Perm No. 1 Middle School has a shooting club, which has a history almost as long as the history of Soviet Russia.
The Lenin Communist Youth League was a progressive and fighting organization from the beginning. With the advent of peacetime, the organization no longer comprehensively provides members with high-intensity military training similar to the army, but focuses on the spiritual and ideological education of members.
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Middle schools all over the country have established shooting clubs one after another. In a sense, they have taken over the baton of Lenin’s Communist Youth League and cultivated outstanding shooting talents within the clubs.
Shooting is a sport recognized by the Soviet society. In peacetime, it is a sport. In wartime, it is training soldiers.
Nowadays, the shooting club of Perm No. 1 Middle School is in its golden age. Nikita Premedev, the rotating minister, got the news on Sunday night that a so-called tenth-grade transfer student turned out to be a shooting genius. No.
Scope, five bullets hit five targets 400 meters away. Is this possible? It is simply a legend.
So why is he so well informed?
The reason is really simple. Most of the members of the shooting club are tenth grade students. These students are determined to join the army as volunteers after graduation. Now the shooting club is learning military knowledge to prepare for the future.
Ten of the boys in class six are club members. Because they have received more shooting training, their marksmanship is higher.
Of course, none of them could complete consecutive accurate hits of 400 meters, and they explained this to the club committee, which was a happy thing to see.
For Natasha, her original intention was to live and study at school with peace of mind, and it would be great if she could spend the next year safely.
It's a pity that she really kept the low profile she promised?
Her actions were all out of her heart, but she still ended up being too outstanding. She was not a good actress. She was straightforward and just wanted to be her true self, and her only cover-up was that she did not reveal to her classmates that she was Spey.
Facts about Roskina.
After a morning of classes, Natasha was very happy that she understood some extremely abstract mathematical knowledge. Obviously she still needed some time to fully understand them.
Her head felt like a ball of mush. After all, she had spent a lot of energy yesterday. The rusks she brought back were too hard and would hurt her mouth if she dared to chew them. So she cut them into small pieces and kept them until she had soup at noon.
Soak in vegetable soup until soft before eating.
All the girls in dormitory 203 were looking forward to this lunch. Natasha and Lilia were very generous and willing to share their rusk rewards with the other two.
The canteen is lively again today.
The girls took their meal tickets and received three fist-sized potatoes and a bowl of pickled cabbage soup. After all, they came prepared. After the soup bowl was placed in front of them, Natasha opened the prepared linen bag,
Greeting everyone: "Now let's try to soak them in soup. Let's get started!"
"I hope it can expand like a sponge." Anna took the lead and threw a few pieces of rusk into the soup, and the others followed suit.
Sure enough, the rusks that began to absorb water gradually swelled. How did it taste? At least it felt much better than chewing it!
In extraordinary times, as long as there is bread to eat, it is a great happiness! Natasha really doesn't care about any strange eating methods. After all, when she was very young, the farms in Belarus still mainly grew potatoes, and potatoes were the daily staple food.
Only during the holidays do you have the opportunity to eat bread.
The girls had already begun to taste their "lavish" lunch. Jill, who was carrying the dinner plate and vegetable soup, easily found Natasha with her shining golden hair.
As before, Jill sat next to Natasha with peace of mind and took the opportunity to strike up a conversation: "Well, it seems you have mastered the correct way to eat those bread cubes."
"At least eating like this won't hurt your teeth." After that, Natasha handed the small sack to Jill: "I brought a lot today, so you can also take a few pieces of rusk. After soaking it in the pickled cabbage soup, it's really delicious."
"Ah! This...is this your gift?"
"Well... that's right. We are classmates."
Natasha's answer was generous, but it was Jill who felt very embarrassed under the looks in the eyes of the other three girls.
Jill did not accept the "gift" rashly, but took the initiative to offer her own gift.