When all the men who could afford a gun went to the front line, the backbreaking physical work in the military factories was unexpectedly and unexpectedly taken over by women and teenagers to shoulder the heavy burden.
Although Malashenko, who had never led his team to fight against the city of Tula to rescue him, could only confine all of what he said just now to hearsay.
But as a future time traveler, he never doubted the truth of all this, because Malashenko knew very well that in the far east there was a group of people who upheld the same beliefs and were doing the same thing as Tula City.
The soldiers and civilians fought for almost the same thing and fought bloody battles to protect their homes and country.
Unfounded doubts have no right to tarnish this group of people with red faith.
The so-called miracles are just feeble excuses for all these real phenomena that are difficult to explain with common sense.
Major Malokov fell into silence again and didn't know what words to use to answer Malashenko. He held the full wine glass tightly with his slightly trembling right hand and was silent for a long time before finally raising it and taking a drink.
And finished.
"One day we will pay back to those Germans double the suffering we have suffered today! With their land, their people, and their blood!"
There was no reply to Major Malokov's gritted words. He only raised the wine glass in his hand and touched it lightly with Major Malokov again, then raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
The two bottles of vodka, which were already in short supply during this special period, were drained in a short time. Major Malokov, who was slightly drunk, blushed. He was always used to drinking alone.
Major Lokoff seemed particularly embarrassed on this occasion where he could speak freely.
"Malashenko...Comrade Malashenko, you...you said when we can reach Berlin and kick that damn gang leader Hitler's ass to pieces, I can't wait to do it."
I have seen this day. You are more proficient in frontline combat than me. I have never even been on the battlefield, so you can definitely tell me the answer. Others...others are lying, and I don’t believe them!"
More than 60% of the vodka was consumed by Major Malokov alone. After drinking only a little bit, Malashenko came up with the term "telling the truth while drunk".
For Major Malokov, who has been under heavy psychological pressure for a long time, it is probably only this special occasion that allows him to pour out all his inner thoughts. Malashenko, who knows this very well in his heart,
After thinking for a while, I quickly came up with the answer.
"I am not a great prophet, Comrade Malokov. I cannot predict things that can only happen in the future. But there is only one thing I can guarantee you. When we reach the gates of Berlin, we will crush the Nazis."
At the last moment of Stalin's hope, those Germans will not be able to repeat the legend we have forged today with our blood and lives."
Although he talks nonsense, he still maintains a clear sense of thinking and judgment.
Originally he just wanted to seek some psychological comfort from Malashenko while he was still drunk, but in the end the answer he got was obviously better than expected. Major Malokov unexpectedly showed a smile.
"We will all try to live until that day to witness that great moment, right? Comrade Malashenko."
Major Malokov, who was obviously shaky when walking, was carried all the way downstairs by his shoulders. The driver, who did not go upstairs to drink with Major Malokov, was parking the car in Malashen.
I waited for a long time next to Ke's special car.
Seeing that Major Malokov looked a little drunk, the young driver of the Ministry of Internal Affairs immediately stepped forward and raised his hand to support his immediate superior. Malashenko, who gently retracted his right arm, suddenly raised his hand to the worthy man.
He gave Major Malokov a military salute.
"Let us witness that day together, Comrade Malokov."
His eyes were slightly blurry, but he knew exactly what Malashenko's words meant.
It was rare that there was no biting ice wind blowing in Moscow tonight. Major Malokov felt a little warm all over his body and even in his heart. He raised his right arm that was slightly shaking drunkenly and immediately reported to Malashenko.
Returned the gift.
"Long live the great revolutionary friendship! Comrade Malashenko! I will wait for your return in Moscow!"
Accompanied by the roar of an engine, I watched the Major of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, who was not as scary as outside rumors, leave. The more I came into contact with people born and raised in this era, the more I felt the deep touch that came from the bottom of my heart.
, Malashenko, who could no longer describe this feeling in words, subconsciously raised his head and looked up at the long-lost peaceful night sky.
"It's already night. If you don't wear thicker clothes, you'll catch a cold."
Malashenko, who was just wearing the uniform of an officer, suddenly felt a pair of slender hands gently put on his shoulders. He felt the weight of the woolen coat that was suddenly draped on his shoulders. He no longer felt the same as before.
The bitingly cold Malashenko turned around, and his ice-clear face, which looked particularly poignant against the Moscow night sky, was looking at him tenderly.
Malashenko, who was feeling this situation in his heart, gently held his lover's hands just like Natalia did when she bid farewell to Malashenko and rushed to the Polish front line. The last instructions she had given her on her deathbed were already with her at this moment.
This picture of a fighting body that has been on the battlefield and returned to life is perfectly integrated.
"Do you remember what I told you before I left in Poland?"
Natalia, who had not expected Malashenko to ask such a question, shook her head slightly, not realizing the lie of Malashenko's love at all.
"Then from now on you must remember this sentence, this will be my lifelong commitment to you."
With calm words that were not concealed at all, she leaned down slightly and gently pressed her forehead against the bangs of Natalia, who was much shorter than herself. This was the first time in her life that she had made such a promise to the opposite sex.
Rashenko finally spoke quietly.
"I was born just to meet you."
Keeping the touching scene of Natalia hearing these words firmly in his mind, Malashenko, who went back upstairs and sat back on the bed, subconsciously touched a rectangular hard object in his pocket.
After taking it out with some curiosity, I suddenly realized that the portable harmonica that Kirill had dropped in the snow when he was being carried on the stretcher was lying quietly in the palm of Malashenko's hand.
Kirill, who graduated from the Music Department of Moscow State University, has outstanding musical talent, and his fluent harmonica is the most proficient specialty of this young man who could have become a musician.
Thinking back carefully, he had not touched the slightly unfamiliar harmonica for a long time. He was not sure whether he could still use it skillfully. With the mentality of giving it a try, Malashenko raised his hands and gently handed it to his mouth.
The melodious melody of the song floats straight into the distant night sky through the still closed windows.
Natalya, who was no stranger to this familiar piece of music, listened to the melodious melody played by her lover herself. Her soft singing voice was no weaker than that of popular singers in later generations. She soon joined forces with Malashenko's melody to complete the song.
of a song.
"While pear blossoms are blooming all over the world, soft gauze is floating on the river. Katyusha stands on the steep bank, and her singing is like the bright spring light. Katyusha stands on the steep bank, and her singing is like the bright spring light."
The melodious music and singing gently touched the silence of the night and echoed outside the window for a long time.
When more and more people opened the originally closed windows in order to hear more clearly.
The originally cold and desolate night will be destined to be unforgettable.