Chapter 1608 Spring Night Soft Song

Comrade Division Commander has a beautiful wife named Natalia in his hometown of Moscow, who is an orphan of the Tsarist Russia. This is a fact that everyone in Stalin's First Guards Tank Division knows from top to bottom.

However, only a few people have seen what Comrade Division Commander's wife looks like, and it seems that only Comrade Political Commissar has seen it.

Therefore, almost all soldiers and officers did not realize that the lead singer in front of them was Comrade Division Commander's wife when Natalia just came on stage. They thought it was just a coincidence of names, and it was another girl named Natalia in the Red Flag Song and Dance Troupe.

When Natalia said this, the audience was first silent and silent, and then followed by a round of applause and cheers like just now.

"Comrade division commander, go! We believe in you!"

"Comrade division commander, give us a show! Come on! Hurry up!"

"Come on! Comrade division commander, everyone is counting on you!"

Whether it was genuine or just to cheer for fun, the warm applause and appeals in Malashenko's ears were mixed together, one after another, and one wave was higher than the other.

Seeing this scene, Malashenko could only smile bitterly, and then turned his head to look at the political commissar next to him, hoping to find help.

But what about the political commissar?

He had an expression of indifference and pretending to enjoy the scenery. The words that floated out of his mouth were so plain that Comrade Ma almost sprained his waist on the spot.

"If I were you, I would go on stage immediately. This is the voice of the comrades. The division commander should respect the collective opinion. There is no such thing as making an exception."

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If I speak Chinese at this moment and the political commissar can understand and not find it strange, Malashenko really wants to say "fuck you".

But to be honest, the political commissar is right about one thing, that is, the voice of the comrades cannot be violated.

The situation has come to this point, Malashenko seems to have no better way than to lower his status and go on stage to perform with his beautiful wife.

On the other hand, although he did not notify himself in advance, Malashenko did not mean to blame Natalia for this.

This is because it is not enough to feel sorry for his wife. He can't see her once in a year or two. How can he bear to blame her for such a small matter?

Secondly, Malashenko can really understand Natalia's feelings.

Every time he goes back, he stays for a few days. Whenever he goes back to the front line, he is either fighting or on the way to the battle, and he is always restless. Natalia didn't know how to live in fear in the rear, and Malashenko really felt that it was not too much to give such a rare opportunity to confide in her and express her love.

"What do you want me to perform with you, dear?"

Malashenko, who had already appeared on the stage under the attention of everyone, came to Natalia's side and asked his lover softly.

"Do you still have that harmonica with you?"

"Huh? Harmonica?"

Malashenko, who was suddenly asked by Natalia, was stunned for a moment before he suddenly came to his senses. The harmonica his wife was talking about should be the one that he almost forgot when he went back to Moscow. It belonged to Kirill, but he kept it for Kirill after he was injured and hospitalized.

That night, Malashenko played a "half-moon serenade" with Natalia using the harmonica, and played a song of Katyusha together under the bright and flawless moonlight of Moscow.

Now it seems that Natalia still remembers the incident clearly and has not forgotten it, which makes our careless and somewhat careless old comrade Ma feel a little touched.

But, the harmonica belongs to Kirill after all, not to him.

After Kirill was discharged from the hospital and returned to the team, Malashenko returned the harmonica to Kirill, who was already a top student in the music department, and returned it to its original owner.

At this moment, Malashenko's pockets are empty. If there is anything, it is only a pair of black leather gloves of a tank soldier, a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Where can he find a harmonica?

"It's bad! I failed at the critical moment. Natalia didn't know that the harmonica was not mine. What should I do now?!"

Just when Comrade Lao Ma was getting anxious and thinking about whether to yell at Valeski to find him a harmonica to borrow, an unexpected scene happened immediately: Kirill, who was watching the performance in the audience, rushed onto the stage waving a harmonica in his hand, ran to Comrade Lao Ma with excitement and started talking.

"I heard it from a distance. Do you need a harmonica? Comrade Commander."

Although he had left the 177 crew for a long time and was no longer the loader of the current 177 crew, whether it was Malashenko, Iushkin, Seryosha, or even Artyom later, and of course Kirill himself, they still regarded the previous loader of the 177 crew as a member of the crew.

Once a commander, always a commander.

For Kirill, the title of "Comrade Carrier" is something that cannot be changed and has a special meaning.

To put it another way, other people cannot call Malashenko that even if they want to, which is something that cannot be envied.

Looking at Kirill, who is no longer so common but still quite familiar and kind, Malashenko smiled and raised his hand to take the harmonica and solemnly patted Kirill on the shoulder.

"Thank you, my brother."

"Then I'll go down and wait and see. Come on, comrade driver."

"Well, wait and see! This time I'll show you my skills!"

After making a solemn promise and watching Kirill trot down the stage and return to his seat, Malashenko took a deep breath and turned around again and faced Natalia.

"Let me guess, is it the same song as last time?"

Natalia didn't answer directly, but nodded slightly with a red face. Her cheeks were a little red under the moonlight, which made Comrade Ma feel excited.

"Fuck! It's a bit difficult to control this, let's get down to business."

Turning around, holding the piano and moving it to his lips, ready, Malashenko, who was ready, started again just like that night in Moscow, and the melodious and familiar melody instantly echoed in the quiet night sky.

"Just as pear blossoms were blooming all over the sky, and soft gauze was floating on the river, Katyusha stood on the handsome shore, and her singing was like the bright spring light."

"Katyusha stood on the handsome shore, and her singing was like the bright spring light~"

With the successful experience last time, Malashenko, who got the harmonica, instantly recalled the familiar feel and rhythm, and matched Natalia's melody even more perfectly.

And Natalia's singing was just as Valeski described, in this early spring night, like a lark on the branches of spring buds, beautiful and refreshing, enough to heal the wounds of those battle-hardened and battle-scarred souls.