Chapter 484: Mid-Moon Serenade

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 and came to rescue him, was limited to hearsay about all of what he had just said.

But as a traveler from later generations, 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 done.

"One day we will return 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 no time. Major Malokov, who was a little drunk, blushed. He was always used to drinking alone. Major Lokoff seemed particularly embarrassed on this occasion where he could speak freely.

"Comrade Malashenko, tell me when we can reach Berlin and kick that damn gang leader Hitler's ass to pieces. I can't wait to see this day. You are more proficient in frontline combat than me. I have never even been on the battlefield. You can definitely tell me the answer. Others are lying, and I don’t believe them!”

More than 60% of the vodka was consumed by Major Malokov alone. Malashenko, who only drank a little bit, thought of 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, is After thinking about it 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 walls of Berlin and crush the Nazis, At this last moment of hope, those Germans will not be able to repeat the legend we forged with our blood and lives today.”

Although he talks nonsense, he can still maintain a clear sense of thinking and judgment.

Originally he just wanted to seek some psychological comfort from Malashenko while he was drunk, but in the end the answer he got was obviously better than expected. Major Malokov unexpectedly smiled.

"We will all try to live until that day to witness that great moment, won't we? Comrade Malashenko."

Major Malokov, who was obviously shaky when walking, was carried 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 withdrew his right arm, suddenly raised his hand to the worthy man. Major Malokov gave him a military salute.

"Let us witness that day together, Comrade Malokov."

His eyes were a little blurry but he knew exactly what Malashenko's words meant.

It was rare that the bitterly cold icy wind was not 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 the hands of his lover just as Natalia said goodbye to Malashenko and rushed to the Polish front line. The last instructions on her deathbed were already with her at this moment. This picture of a battle-hardened body that has come back from the dead 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 gently, not realizing Malashenko's love lie at all.

"Then you must remember this sentence from now on. This will be my lifelong promise to you."

He leaned down slightly in his calm words without any disguise, and gently pressed his forehead against Natalia's bangs, which was more than a head lower than his. Whether in his past life or this life, Malashenko, who made such a promise to the opposite sex for the first time, finally spoke quietly.

"I was born only to meet you."

Malashenko, who remembered Natalia's moving scene when she heard these words, went back upstairs and sat back on the bed, but subconsciously touched a rectangular hard object in his pocket.

He took it out with some curiosity and realized that Kirill's portable harmonica, which fell into the snow when he was carried on the stretcher, was lying quietly in Malashenko's palm.

Kirill, who graduated from the Music Department of Moscow University, has outstanding musical talent. The fluent harmonica is the most proficient specialty of this young man who could have become a musician.

Thinking back carefully, it has been a long time since I touched the unfamiliar harmonica. I am not sure whether I can still use it. Malashenko, who is proficient in it, holds the mentality of giving it a try and gently raises it to his lips. A melodious melody floats straight into the distant night sky through the still closed window.

Natalia, who is not unfamiliar with this familiar music, listens to the melodious melody played by her lover, which is not inferior to the soft singing of those popular singers in later generations. Soon, she plays a complete song with Malashenko's melody.

"Just as pear blossoms were blooming all over the sky, soft gauze floated on the river. Katyusha stood on the steep bank, and her singing sounded like the bright spring light. Katyusha stood on the steep bank, and her singing sounded like the bright spring light."

The melodious music and singing gently knocked on the silence of the night and echoed outside the window for a long time.

When more and more people opened the windows that were originally closed in order to hear more clearly.

The originally cold and desolate night will be destined to be unforgettable.