Invisibly, there was some estrangement between her and the other three people in the dormitory, and even the entire other students in Class 6. This was not what Natasha wanted at all. When she first became aware of the lively Anna's attitude towards her,
Feeling a little jealous, she finally remembered the principal's initial advice.
This time, she felt that attracting attention was not a good thing.
She ran faster than her male classmates on the track and field, and her superb skills on the shooting range were admirable.
But the fact that she holds a huge sum of money has aroused some people's hatred of the rich. There is nothing that can be done about it. The most important thing is how she owns this money, which makes people wonder.
She claimed that this was a legacy given by her family, but compared to the huge sum of thousands of rubles, the authenticity of this statement is really doubtful.
Gil Ivanov, when he saw Natasha again this time, he was already wearing a pair of colored glasses.
Natasha, she is no longer that innocent and pitiful girl, no longer an ordinary person.
But on the surface, Jill remained calm.
Undoubtedly, Wednesday, September 30th, was a very lively day for Class 6, Grade 10.
Everyone already knows what Gil and Natasha did yesterday. They took leave and bought a bicycle. It was a treasure worth a huge sum of six hundred rubles! The students also got the news from nowhere that Natasha paid all the money.
money.
In other words, Jill accepted a generous gift from a girl.
This move naturally caused an earthquake-like sensation among the boys. After all, usually, only girls accept gifts from boys, and the value of the gifts is very limited. It is said that the gift is light but the affection is heavy. Now the world is reversed, and Jill actually received a generous gift.
The boys all knew that Jill was interested in pursuing Natasha, who transferred to another school this month. For a while, everyone was quite critical of this behavior.
Could it be that the relationship between the two of them has progressed so quickly?
What's the situation with Natasha? Did she really transfer to another school with a huge sum of money?
Everyone's heated discussion caught them both by surprise, especially Natasha. Too many classmates had gathered around her, and the noise didn't stop until the class bell rang.
"Maybe I shouldn't show that I'm rich..."
Natasha's depressed mood almost destroyed her happiness of owning a bicycle. She didn't want to be too arrogant, but now she was too arrogant.
She tried hard to suppress her inner impatience by listening carefully to the class, but through the corner of her eyes she saw the monitor, Gil, sitting not far away. He always turned his head slightly to look at her.
Gil, what does he have to say?
Natasha had a sudden thought, she turned her head slightly and blinked her big eyes.
She blinked twice quickly, then twice long, and finally twice more quickly.
Jill looked sideways and saw Natasha's actions clearly. The girl's seemingly weird behavior undoubtedly shocked Jill to the point of breaking out in a cold sweat.
Why?
Why on earth?!
"Oh that's incredible! She knows Morse code?!"
Gil was shocked at first, then surprised, and he blinked.
Jill is first long and two short, then one short and one long.
Now, it was Natasha's turn to be surprised.
Because when Jill blinked, she simply replied "Дa" in Morse code.
So from the perspective of the physics teacher who was spitting and lecturing on the stage, the two students in the audience were just ogling him. He coughed twice, which made the two of them look at each other, smile, and immediately sit upright.
Without any noise, the two of them completed the question and answer in the blink of an eye.
Natasha knew that when this class was over, she would definitely be invited by Jill to the roof of the building or in a corner to talk about something.
For example, about the criticism caused by bicycles?
The class finally ended, and the students had a twenty-minute break. As expected of Natasha, Jill came over and invited her out for a chat.
"Okay, Jill, I knew you were going to do this."
"Then let's go to the top floor, Natasha. There are some things I really need to ask you."
Natasha shrugged, thinking that it would not be good to make a big fuss about the bicycle in class, so she would accompany him to the roof.
The main building of Perm No. 1 Middle School was built in the 1920s, and buildings such as the library are old buildings from the Tsarist Russian era.
Completely different from the Tsarist Russia, when the Soviet Union was founded, the authorities urgently needed to implement their political promises, that is, ordinary people could live in warm houses, even if they were smaller, and have sausages and bread on the table, even if they were smaller.
The new building is full of pragmatic meaning, so the school building does not have the carved beams and painted beams of the old buildings in Tsarist Russia. The rows of classroom buildings have only three floors, and each has a flat roof.
Based on the principle of pragmatism, the roof of the building can sometimes be used as an open space for drying clothes and a viewing platform for students.
They were also worried about students slipping and falling, so they installed two-meter-high barbed wire walls on the roofs.
On September 30th, the last day of September, Perm’s traditional snowfall season is about to begin.
At this time, the north wind was howling, and there were various signs that a cold wave was on its way.
Because of the cold weather, only Jill and Natasha climbed to the top floor during class today, and this situation was undoubtedly what Jill wanted.
Following Jill, Natasha had already asked many questions: "Jill, what do you want from me?"
Gil was silent as if he was aphasic. Without saying a word, he just grabbed Natasha's arm and took the girl to the roof.
"Huh? Is it just to see the scenery?"
This was not the first time that Natasha stood on the roof of the school building. When the weather was still relatively warm, some students liked to bask in the sun on the roof.
It was really cold today. Natasha held on to the velvet hat she was wearing, and the few strands of gold threads against her cheeks swayed in the wind.
"Jill, what on earth is going on?! Is it a bicycle?"
"Right here, Speroskina."
"Um?!"
Natasha was in a relatively relaxed mood. When she heard the name, her mind suddenly went blank and her body felt like an electric shock. This is what the so-called things that she tried her best to hide were actually known to others in an unknowing way. This
It's such a terrible feeling.
Natasha felt guilty for a moment and quickly smiled awkwardly: "What are you talking about?!"
But her smile looked like panic and embarrassment to Jill.
"Stop covering up." Jill turned around with a serious face and looked at the trembling girl in front of her.
Yes, Natasha was indeed shivering, not at all because of the strong north wind on the roof, but simply because she was nervous.
"Natasha Petrovna Speroskina. This is you. Stop your poor disguise."
"Wait? What are you talking about? Jill, are you doubting my identity?" Natasha continued to cover up her embarrassment with a smile.
"It's not suspicion." Jill said with a stern face, "Natasha, your surname is not Kharkova, you are Speroskina, the female sniper hero that "Pravda" has been reporting on. I have already mastered too much
There is enough evidence to prove that you are Speroskina. Admit it..."
"you……"
Natasha felt like a stone was stuck in her heart, and she was so depressed that she wanted to retch. She didn't know what to say, why did Jill suddenly bring this up today, why was he suddenly so serious, as if she was at fault.
Natasha lowered her head and lowered her right hand holding the hat. She clenched her fists with both hands, gritted her teeth and then raised her head suddenly.
At this point, it was no longer necessary to cover up. She looked at her surroundings again, and saw that she and Jill were the only two people on the roof of the building.
"Yes. Comrade Gil Grigorinovich Ivanov, I am Natasha Petrovna Speroskina, a soldier with the rank of major in the reconnaissance battalion of the 284th Infantry Division of the Red Banner Guards of the 63rd Group Army of the Workers' and Peasants' Red Army of the Soviet Union.
.Since you already know my identity from certain channels, I will tell you my true identity now. So you will be satisfied."
Natasha said that this strip was indeed her status in the army.
During the Battle of Gomel that ended in August, Natasha was incorporated into the reconnaissance battalion directly under the command led by Balzen. In the final analysis, she still belonged to the 284th Division. This identity has not changed, even when she met Stalin in Moscow.
, her identity in the army has not changed. Her only change is that she was given the official rank of major. After all, a young hero must have a rank that matches his contribution.
Jill looked serious and listened carefully to Natasha's self-narration.
Did he really have a lot of information? Bah! Today, he was more of a tester. He wanted Natasha to deny what he said.
He never expected that his father's investigation results would be correct, and he never expected that Natasha was a soldier with a high military rank.
Jill subconsciously took three steps back.
The north wind kept blowing, and the two people on the roof were speechless for a while.
In the end, Natasha broke the embarrassment: "What? After knowing the facts, you can't accept it?"
"I...I didn't believe it at first, but now that you have admitted it yourself, what else can I do? Comrade Speroskina, you...why...why did you change your name to Khalkova?"
"I...can't I change my name?"
Jill stamped her feet. To be honest, if she had known that the transfer student was a legendary hero from the beginning, then she would not have had any bad thoughts about her.
"You are a hero of young people and a hero of the Soviet Union! You...how can you use a pseudonym?" Jill looked puzzled.
"This is a request from my superiors, and I can only implement it. Gil!" Natasha took a few steps forward and stood in front of the somewhat dejected Gil. "Can't you accept this fact at all?"
"Well, maybe I shouldn't know this. If I didn't know, we could still be friends."
"What? Could it be that if you find out, I will turn from friend to enemy?"
"You!" Jill suddenly raised her head: "You! You actually think so? If we can't be friends, we can only be enemies?"
"No, that's not what I meant." Natasha hurriedly retorted.
"Hey, you are a soldier after all. Is there only a relationship between friends and enemies in this world?"
"Jill!" Natasha yelled, "What are you talking about?!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have tried to get close to you."
"What? Is this your breakup speech?" Natasha felt that her mind was in a mess, and her cold body became hot with anxiety and anger. She wanted to give Gil a slap in the face to wake up this inexplicable big boy.
come over.
Natasha did not do this after all. She continued: "Are you full of doubts about Speroskina? Or do you hate that person? I don't know why you don't like her, so don't mention it again. Jill,
I am Kharkova, your classmate Kharkova!"
"You..." Gil raised his head and shook his head: "But you are a hero, I..."
Gill struggled to express his inferiority complex. He felt that the heroes reported in the newspapers were as far away as the leader Stalin. He could never have any interaction with any of them. In the final analysis, he was just an ordinary person.
For the first time, he, an ordinary man, could help a poor girl.
For the first time, I have someone I plan to take care of for the rest of my life.
Why does this happen?
Yes, Jill's most original motive for intentionally getting close to Natasha is that the girl is very beautiful. Let me ask, what boy doesn't like beautiful girls?
Jill knew that she had some status in the school because of her father, and that was probably the reason why she was chosen as class monitor.
He is inevitably a little proud of this. Under the general environment, he also knows that he must do better than others in order to deserve his innate advantages.
He has reached the legal age for marriage, so he naturally has more ideas about his future. A girl as beautiful as a fairy enters the class. If he does not pursue her, she will become someone else's bride within a few years.
After knowing that this girl had a painful experience, his compassion was even more aroused. Wouldn't it be great to pursue her, just like his father pursued his mother twenty years ago. It has to be said that Jill is
He has always had a condescending mentality on this issue. He felt that pursuing this girl was saving her.
As a result, the reality is so cruel.
Kharkova, this girl really does not exist. There is only one existence, Speroskina.
She does not need anyone to save her, but she is saving the precarious alliance. She is a soldier with a very high military rank, and more than 400 invaders died at her hands.
What about myself? A big boy who lives under his father's wings, longs to join the army and make achievements, but he cannot join the army because he has not graduated yet.
Natasha could really feel his inferiority complex now.
"Jill, are you actually feeling inferior?"
"No, I didn't!" Jill reluctantly retorted.
"Okay, then be strong. You and I are classmates. It seems that in everyone's eyes, we are lovers."
"You!" The word "lovers" pierced Jill's fragile heart. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the beloved girl sincerely.
"Jill, can what happened today be a little secret between you and me?"
"you……"
"Does it mean that many people already know that I am Speroskina? Tell me how you know this."
Jill kept looking at Natasha's wise eyes, and those warm eyes were intoxicating.
"It's my father. Alas..." Gil sighed, "He is a senior officer of the post office. I introduced him to your wonderful performance on the shooting range. From then on, he was very fond of you. You should be able to guess
, he can find out a lot of things through his connections.”
"So, he knows my identity?"
"right."
Natasha nodded, frowning again and lost in thought.