War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 412 Teacher Jaina's Roster
In the clattering rain, Slava drove a half-track motorcycle, took Wei Ran and Alisa sitting behind him, and the sledges of the guerrillas back to the backup camp in silence.

Before the car was turned off, Dr. Sasha trotted over, grabbed Wei Ran by the collar, and asked anxiously, "Where are Ivan and Sergey? Where did they go? Where did you take them?" !"

"Sasha, let go of Victor, Sasha!"

Papa Slava stopped the anxious Dr. Sasha, "Ivan and Sergey are fine. They went to the camp of Ovjay. The two of them were not injured."

Hearing this, Dr. Sasha breathed a sigh of relief, shook off Wei Ran's collar, and ran nervously to the sledge convoy behind him.

Not long after, she ran back again and asked nervously, "Where is Slava Gianna? She also went to the camp of Ofjay, right? She must have gone to take care of the wounded, right?"

Looking up at the children who came around, Slava forced a smile, "Yes, Jaina and Shura have gone, and the wounded need someone to take care of them. Sasha, you... find a quiet tent, Vic Duo, you come too, I need you to do something. Alisa, take care of those children and take them to arrange a place for everyone to live in."

Dr. Sasha's body shook involuntarily, and he suppressed his panic and said, "Come with me!"

Slava and Wei Ran glanced at each other. The former supported the latter, who was handicapped, and followed Dr. Sasha into a gray tent on the edge of the camp.

Before the two sat down, Sasha asked anxiously, "Gianna she."

Slava hesitated for a long time, finally nodded, and replied with a sigh, "She sacrificed"

Hearing this, Sasha staggered and sat on the box at the door, regret already appeared in a pair of eyes filled with tears, "I should go, I should go, and she asked me to tell Shura .”

"Shura died too."

Slava took off the leather tank cap on his head and rubbed his messy hair irritably, "Boris and his son died too, many people died."

"Ivan and Sergey."

"They're still alive"

Wei Ran hurriedly added, "They didn't get hurt at all, they really went to Aufjay's camp."

Sasha showed a bleak smile that was uglier than crying, "Slava, what happened to this loss?"

Slava shook his head, "There were four German colonels and two lieutenant colonels in the train stopped by Ovjay. I guess it was to save those people. When we went to the village opposite the railway, they were in charge of defense. There are less than 20 people."

In the tent that was hit by the raindrops, Slava continued in a flat tone, "Probably to save those people, the Germans not only sent more people to support them than we expected. They also dispatched several vehicles. tank."

"What about the hospital?" Sasha changed the subject with a little evasion.

"It was the chain dogs stationed in Liuban. They asked Arseni for the location of the hospital."

Slava suppressed his anger and explained, "They entered the forest this morning, probably intending to take down the hospital while we were attacking the freight station and the train. Those bastards figured out that we would have some success in the previous battle." The wounded, they are waiting for us to send them to their door."

"There are a lot of casualties in the hospital?" Sasha asked almost desperately, and then saw Slava nodded.

"Fortunately, Alisa's brother flew the plane and blew up the lumberjack bridge, otherwise the fighting there might have been more tragic than the railway line."

Slava looked up at Sasha, "By the time we rushed over, there were not many alive."

Dr. Sasha sighed with difficulty, forced himself to calm down and asked, "What shall we do next?"

"When the rain stops, we'll go to Offjay's camp and rebuild a hospital there."

Putting his tank cap back on, Slava said, "Although our losses were great, our gains were not small. Not only did we blow up the freight station and the train, an armored train and several tanks, but we also got enough Supplies for our three guerrillas to survive the winter, and enough medicine to rebuild a hospital."

"Where's the doctor?" Sasha asked desperately, "Just rely on me?"

"Doctors are indeed a problem"

Slava turned his head to look at the rain curtain outside the window, "But we still have those children, and those rescued men and women, Sasha, teach them, as long as you give them some time, they can help."

Having said that, Slava turned his gaze back and said seriously, "Sasha, Jaina and Shula's matter, keep it a secret from those children for the time being."

Sasha was startled, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and nodded solemnly, "What should we say?"

Slava breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Wei Ran, "Comrade reporter, let's talk to those children. Jaina and Shula are fighting heroes, how about going back to Moscow with you for an interview?"

Wei Ran, who had been listening, opened his mouth and finally nodded, "Let's just say that, and they've already left by plane."

"That's it." Slava sighed, and the only thing left in the not-so-big tent was the white noise of raindrops hitting the canvas.

"This is what Jaina left behind"

Sasha took out a plastic leather book with sickle hammer and red cross printed on it from his bag and handed it to Wei Ran.

Taking over the notebook with obvious traces of use, Wei Ran gently opened it, and when he saw the contents clearly with the help of the kerosene lamp hanging above his head, he felt his heart was being clenched tightly by an invisible hand up.

This book records the time when each child came to the guerrilla camp, records which village they come from, remembers their birthdays, the directions they are good at in studies, and their strengths in character, as well as their dreams and hopes for the future. imagine.

It can be seen from the neat pen writing in different colors that these contents are definitely not written in a day, but from the usual bit by bit records.

"Ivan's dream was to be a Hero of the Soviet Union, a Hero of the Soviet Union worthy of a medal from Comrade Stalin.

I was hesitating whether to tell Ivan what it cost to be a Hero of the Soviet Union, and what kind of suffering he had to endure.

This kid always dreams of taking up weapons and fighting the invaders. I don't even know whether this is his strength or the damage caused by the war.

A child who is keen on fighting and killing may be the greatest misfortune born of this endless war. "

"Sergey's dream was to be a mathematician and as his teacher I can testify that the kid was very gifted in mathematics and he was very sensitive to numbers.

I think, after the war is over, when they start to build the Soviet society together, if Sergey can become a mathematician, he will play a greater value than the Hero of the Soviet Union.

War needs heroes, but peace needs builders with knowledge and dreams.But I look forward to more, if a Soviet Hero has a mathematician friend, or a mathematician has a Soviet Hero friend, how colorful their future will be. "

"Vassily's dream is to raise a thousand sheep and a thousand cows, he wants everyone to be fed, and he wants everyone to drink milk like water.

As his teacher, Vasily's dream is what I am most proud of, and it is also the most simple but sincere in my opinion.

One of his arms was broken by the Germans with a gun. When Dr. Sasha and I rescued him from the dead, he didn't have any sadness. He was always so optimistic and always thought of paying for others. .

Vasily's noble qualities are as dazzling as the morning star before the dawn.I hope that in the future, I will have the opportunity to eat his sheep and drink the milk from his cows. "

During Wei Ran's flipping, he also read out the content recorded in this dilapidated notebook.

But these good wishes, like a sharp knife sprinkled with salt, cut one after another wounds from the softest part of their hearts.

Until the last page of this book, the content finally changed.

"Jianna, an ordinary Bolshevik party member, her dream is to drive out the invaders, realize the dreams of the children in front, and build a dream world with them."

Gently closing the notebook, the tent became more and more silent.After a long time, Slava stood up, bent down and got out of the tent. Standing in the rain, he turned his back to the two and said, "Taking advantage of this rain, let's take a good rest. When the rain stops, we will go to Avjay and the others." Let’s go together to realize Jaina’s dream.”

"You can rest here." Before Sasha finished speaking, she had already stood up and was about to go out.

"Doctor Sasha, this notebook." Wei Ran handed over the notebook in his hand.

"You keep it"

Sasha also turned his back to him and said, "Maybe one day, we will be attacked by the Germans again, those precious dreams, please find a safe place to keep after you leave here.

When the war is over, if you are still alive, if we or those children are still alive, if you have time, you can come back here and see who among those children has realized their dreams. "

Watching Dr. Sasha disappear into the rain, Wei Ran silently put the notebook into his satchel, then lay down on the ammunition box used as a bed, staring at the dim kerosene lamp above his head in a daze.Secretly looking forward to, and secretly looking forward to those children can realize their dreams.

In the rush of thoughts, the autumn rain outside the tent became heavier and heavier, and the camp, which could hear some crying because of the loss of family members, finally calmed down.

In the chilly rain, Wei Ran, who was tossing and turning, entered the future dreams constructed by the children's imagination at some point.

In another tent not far from him, Slava sat on a wooden box, staring blankly at the rainstorm outside the window, without moving for a long time.

(End of this chapter)