Burning Moscow

　　 I woke up from anesthesia after the operation, opened my dim eyes, and looked at a girl in a white coat and white hat, who was bending towards me. I couldn’t understand where I was.

　　 "You're awake!" the girl shouted in surprise.

　　 I finally realized that I was in the hospital behind and felt very weak.

　　 "Where am I?" I asked, trying to sit up. But I was so dizzy, with many black spots floating in front of my eyes, I fell feebly on the pillow.

　　 "Lie down, lie down, my dear!" The girl hurriedly pressed me with her hand gently: "Please don't move, you have just had an operation. Be careful to crack the wound. Tell me what you need."

　　 It turned out that I had only undergone an operation. No wonder I felt so tired. I raised my head with difficulty and moved my eyes under the quilt. I was surprised to find that except for the bandage on my abdomen, my body was naked. My face flushed with shame, alas! A difference in thought! Just to watch the beautiful MM **** swimming by the Moskva River, I accidentally crossed it. After crossing it, I crossed it, and it was actually worn into a woman's body. I hesitated for a moment, and then said strenuously: "Where is my military uniform?!"

　　 "Military uniform?!" She was shocked when she heard me ask, but immediately replied, "I didn't see your military uniform. When you arrived at the hospital, you didn't wear any clothes."

　　 After hearing this, I was even more embarrassed. It turns out that I haven't put on any clothes from wherever I got here from 171. Isn't that embarrassing to be left home?

　　 "I just had the operation, why doesn't my wound hurt?" I quickly changed the subject to resolve my embarrassment.

　　 "The narcotic effect has not passed. Don't always think of pain, it will be enough for you in the future..." the girl said with a smile.

　　 "Then...why do you need anesthesia?"

　　 "In order to take out the shrapnel. Do you know how many shrapnel you have in your stomach?..."

　　 "Nurse, what's your name?"

　　 "Vera."

"How long have I been here? Where is Warrant Lieutenant Vaskov?" I suddenly thought of the warrant officer who had lived and died with me, and couldn't help but want to sit up again, but the scene in front of me was getting blurred, and my throat felt Disgusting.

　　 "Don't move, don't move, see how you are moving again, be careful to crack the wound." I heard Vera's voice, as if it were coming from a distance...

　　 When I woke up again, the nurse was gone. I turned my head laboriously and saw that there was still a bed in the ward. There was a person lying on the bed, lying motionless, with the quilt almost covering the chin, only showing the head tightly bound by the bandage.

　　 "Hey!" I whispered to her: "Are you asleep?"

　　The two puffy and black lips exposed in the gap between the bandages moved silently. After a while, I heard this sentence: "Who are you? Is it a doctor?"

　　 "No, no!" I said quickly, and raised my voice slightly. "I'm just a soldier, and I live in the same ward with you, and I am also injured..." When I said these last words, I was a little bit defending myself in a low voice.

　　 "Well, but I...I'm going to die..."

　　 "You nonsense, friend!" I tried my side and said insincerely at her. "I have asked the doctor. He said that your injury does not matter, and the worst is just living here for a month..."

　　 "No, no... I don't need to comfort me, I know my situation." These words seemed to come out touchably from her black mouth.

　　 There was silence again.

　　 "Where are we?" the other party asked.

　　 "In the hospital." I hurriedly replied.

　　 "Where is the hospital?"

　　 "Ah, I don't know this anymore. I woke up right here."

　　 She didn't continue talking, just lay motionless. But I think she is thinking about something nervously, trying to know and understand something.

　　 As if to prove my conjecture, she spoke again.

　　 "I beg you to inform my family... my address... Please write down the address..."

　　 "Stop talking!" I couldn't help raising my voice. "Didn't I already tell you..."

　　 "My address!..." She interrupted me and said it again.

"Okay." I could only agree, "I will write down your address, but I will only inform your family members that you are living in the hospital for treatment. Please tell me." Although I can't move myself, Not to mention handwriting, but I firmly believe that the address of the wounded can be kept in mind.

　　 "You speak." I said it again.

　　 "Moscow..." she said laboriously. "Gonchamonis Gaya... 47th... Katya..." I am familiar with the place name she said. It is where the railway station of Moscow City is located. I I went there a few times to pick up people, and I bought a laptop in the nearby mall.

　　 "Katya!" I comforted her and said, "I wrote down your home address. Don't worry, you will get better soon."

Katya's head shook a little, and her two lips moved silently: "Thank you... I know my own situation... You see... I just dying."

　　 Her voice was getting lower and lower, and finally she couldn't hear her. I hurriedly struggled to get up on my side and pressed the calling bell next to the bed.

　　 After a while, Vera opened the door and ran in, asking nervously, "Lida, do you have any needs?"

　　 "She is in very bad condition!" I raised my voice and said to her, "How about you look at her soon?"

　　 She stood by Katya's bed, leaned over and took a look, then walked quickly to the door. Then, I heard her voice ringing in the corridor: "Doctor"

　　 Soon, Vera came in with a few doctors and nurses to inject and change oxygen for Katya. I lay motionless on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling. Secretly thought: "Katya seems to be dysfunctional. How long can I last? This journey is really regrettable. I actually spent most of the time in a coma."

　　 I don't know how long it took, but the rescue work next to him suddenly stopped. I heard a male voice coming over: "She is dead, take it away."

　　 Katya's body was carried out, and the doctors and nurses also left. Only Vera and I were left in the house.

"How much time do I have?" Katya died, and I began to worry about myself, and asked incoherently, "I mean, how long can I live?" I didn't mean to be anxious about it, after all. In the war years, many people did not die on the battlefield, but died in hospital beds.

　　 "Look at what you said, dear" Vera closed the door of the ward, comfortingly said, "Your operation was successful, and all the shrapnel in the abdomen was taken out. You only need to rest for half a month to get back to health."

　　 "Where is this?" I couldn't help asking a question I was concerned about.

　　 "The hospital at the back." Vera showed a surprised look on her face. She was wondering if I was lying on the hospital bed, so I would ask such stupid questions.

　　 "I know this is a hospital." I reorganized my vocabulary: "I mean, what kind of hospital is this."

　　 "Leningrad, my dear."

　　 Leningrad? ! I actually came to this city that was besieged by German forces for 900 days in the Soviet Union's Great Patriotic War.

　　 "What's the number today?"

　　 "August 28th."

"which year?"

　　 "1941."

Only in 1941, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com said that the Soviet-German War broke out for two months, but I remember the story of "The Dawn Here is Quiet", it happened in the early summer of 1942. Is there a deviation in time? .

"Lida." Vera comforted me and said: "When you first arrived at the hospital, the blood in your body almost drained away. Even the doctors thought you were pessimistic that you would not survive. You see, you are not doing well now. Talk to me in the hospital bed?"

　　 I couldn't help but smile. In fact, the real Lida died a long time ago, and the rest is me, a fake.

　　 "How's the situation on the front line?" I don't even ask, I know that although the Soviet army resisted stubbornly, under the fierce German offensive, it still retreated steadily.

　　 "Still fighting." Her answer was very simple.

"Oh."

　　 "I heard about your deeds. You guys have killed so many German devils. It's amazing. It is said that the headquarters will soon send someone to award you the medal."

　　 "How did you know?" I hurriedly asked.

　　 "There are so many people coming to the hospital every day, so I can't hear what kind of news." She said in a plain, homely tone, as if it were a matter of course. "Let’s meet again, my name is Vera Ivanovna Korolevova."

　　 "Musdakova Oshanina." I know the customs of the Russians, except for very formal occasions, only tell my friends my real name. I held her stretched hand and shook it gently, and felt a lot more relaxed in my heart.

　　 She chatted with me for a long time, until I fell asleep unknowingly.