Chapter 3208 Home

Today, Malashenko, who has already become a father, is the father of two children.

After marriage, Natalia, who has devoted most of her energy to the family, always supports the whole family when Malashenko is not around, balancing work and life by herself while raising two children.

Malashenko, who has always felt that he owes his wife, is feeling more and more guilty.

He had thought and promised to make up for everything he owed in the past after marriage, spend more time and energy on the family, and no longer let Natalia worry about him like she did during the war.

But today, Malashenko has once again found that he has not been able to do what he wanted to do.

Even though the war years have passed, there are always endless military affairs that keep him busy, and he can't spare the time to say "Thank you for your hard work, dear" to his hardworking wife.

Now, after nearly a year, he returned home and saw his wife again, who came to open the door to welcome him with laughter and a happy face.

With an indescribable sense of guilt in his heart, Malashenko stepped forward and held his wife firmly in his arms with his arms. While feeling the warmth that he had been away from for a long time, he was finally able to speak the words that were suppressed deep in his heart.

"Thank you for all the hard work, dear, I'm back."

Natalia, who was much taller than her husband and could only stand on tiptoe to hold Malashenko, quietly raised her head from her lover's arms with tears in her eyes and a smile in return.

Without saying too much, she just pulled down her arms slightly around her lover's neck.

Feeling the familiar touch on the back of his neck, Malashenko also understood what his wife meant, and then he leaned forward and held his wife's waist and gently lifted her up. After a deep kiss for more than ten seconds, Malashenko heard the whisper.

"No matter how far away you are, welcome home, dear."

The couple, who had not been intimate for a long time, only realized at this moment that two young figures, one tall and one short, were leaning against each other not far away and looking at them. They were very sensible and did not disturb their parents, just watching.

From the moment he stepped into the house, he put all his worries and bad moods behind him. Malashenko, who would never bring them to his family, immediately squatted down and opened his arms. The two young figures ran and jumped into their father's arms.

"My two good sons, do you miss your father? Dad, I miss you two little guys every day!"

Malashenko was so happy that he picked up both sons at the same time, one on the left and one on the right, one in each hand.

The two little guys were also very sensible and kissed their father on the face one by one according to what their mother had taught them in advance.

"You play with the children first, I'll go cook, dear, it will be ready soon!"

"Uh, do you need help?"

It was not until then that he noticed that his wife was still wearing a housework apron around her waist. Malashenko, holding two sons in each hand, hurriedly asked, not joking or talking casually, but with a serious face.

Unlike most Slavic men, Admiral Malashenko's ability to cook delicious dishes is well-known in the entire Red Army.

Don't think that our old comrade Ma can only lead troops to fight, develop the army, and teach students as the principal of the military academy. When it comes to cooking skills, the cooks in the kitchen class will basically be killed in seconds if they are called.

Knowing that her husband was not joking with her, Natalia did not agree. While busy tying the loose apron and walking into the kitchen, she did not forget to reply to Malashenko in the living room.

"No, you play with the children. They both pester me for their daddy all day long, and now they can't leave you."

The noise of pots and pans came from the kitchen along with his wife's voice. He really missed his family. Malashenko, who had missed his wife and children for a long time, no longer refused. Instead, he took his two sons to the sofa to play, and spoke in a serious manner.

"Okay, now, which of you two little rascals will report to the commander first?"

Because he has been busy with military school affairs and has been running around, he can hardly get away to go home.

Malashenko, who has been married to Natalia for 45 years, did not have his first son until 50 years ago. Now he is 7 years old.

Malashenko and Natalia discussed for a long time about what to name the child.

In the end, with the ardent hope for the child's bright future, he named the child Nikolai.

Yes, this is the same name as the hero who died at the Stalingrad railway station, and is one of the most unforgettable comrades of Malashenko in this life.

Not seeking to do heroic deeds, but to carry on the heroic will.

This is the common expectation of Malashenko and his wife for the future of their children.

Two years later, Malashenko's second son was born.

This time, Malashenko, who has never forgotten another fallen comrade, once again gave his child the heroic name Kirill.

Whenever the children asked where their names came from, their mother would tell them the stories she heard from their father, hoping that the two sons would grow up to be like heroes and like their fathers and become men of integrity.

Time flies, and many years later, the two children have gradually reached the age of starting to remember things.

Although opportunities are limited, Malashenko, who has never forgotten to educate his children, couldn't help but want to test the two little guys, so he asked "What do you want to do when you grow up?" This is a question that many parents would ask their young children.

The answer can be said to be both reasonable and somewhat unexpected.

The two sons answered in unison that they wanted to be people like "Nikolai" and "Kirill", and become heroes who can truly inherit this name.

While encouraging and praising his two beloved sons for their lofty ambitions, Malashenko's thoughts could not help but return to the war-torn era, back to Stalingrad under the shroud of artillery fire, and back to the village of Marinovo full of tank wreckage.

Malashenko, who couldn't help but fall into the tide of memories, was a little absent-minded and couldn't speak for a long time.

Until the gentle call of the two sons in his arms brought his thoughts back to reality again.

"Dad, you're crying. Why are you crying? Mom said that the family should be happy when they are reunited."

"Yes, Dad, brother is right, you are crying."

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Malashenko, who only felt the tears on his face at this moment, smiled instead, and then hugged his two sons more tightly and spoke slowly.

"My dear sons! Dad misses you two so much that he cries. Don't tell Mom so that she won't worry, remember?"