Struggle in Soviet Russia

The girl in the room is a student who has just graduated from university. She shouldn’t wear a military uniform, but she is actually wearing a brown-green military uniform. Victor at the door of the room is actually a soldier, but wears casual clothes. The difference seems to be faintly revealing something subtle.

The girl didn't notice that there were more people at the door. She was very engaged in playing the piano and didn't stop until she finished playing a piece of music. Victor stood at the door and saw the girl put down her hands, seeming to take a breath, then raised her hands and applauded lightly.

The girl was obviously startled by the sudden applause behind her, and she suddenly stood up from the piano bench. In the process, her hand touched the keys and the piano made a "hum" sound.

"Ah, sorry, Miss Liang Na," Victor walked through the door with a smile and said, looking at the girl who was obviously frightened, "I was rude to eavesdrop on you playing the piano."

Compared to the image in the photo, the girl in front of her looks more beautiful, but the curly blonde hair is gone, but the same curly black, um, with a bit of brown in the black.

Also compared with the photo, her figure is a little thinner, but it's not the skinny one, but she looks slimmer.

"Yes, Mr. Victor?" The girl didn't seem shy and introverted. She met Victor's gaze, looked at him for a moment, and asked back.

"Yes," Victor said, walking to the opponent, reaching out his hand, "Introduce yourself, Victor Viktorovich Tarashev."

"Hello, Comrade Viktor Viktorovich Tarashev," Liang Na extended her hand generously, shook hands with him, and said, "I am Liangna Yurievna Dementieva. ."

"Don't be so polite, just call me Victor," Victor smiled. "I call you Liang Na, don't you mind?"

"Then, hello, Victor," Liang Na blinked and said.

"Haha, hello, Liang Na," Victor said with a smile, "Now, we know each other."

"I knew you a long time ago," Liang Na said, leaving the piano bench with her back leaning on the piano. "To be precise, it was in the newspaper last year. I like the song "The Dawn Here is Quiet", and The story behind that song."

Saying this, she turned sideways and gently pressed the keys of the piano with one hand.

The music wafting from the piano is exactly the tune of "The Dawn Here is Quiet". With that melodious tune, Liang Na still hummed softly: "At dawn, you wiped your wounds with the morning dew. Past, dusty, exhausted..."

After just humming a few words, Liang Na stopped. She raised her head slightly in enjoyment. After a while of silence, she exclaimed: "It's really beautiful, um, desolate and graceful."

"I will treat this as a compliment to me," Victor said with a smile and found a chair to sit down.

"Did you know, Victor, it was after listening to your song and your story that I made up my mind to go to the front line," Liang Na retracted her hand on the piano keys and held the piano. Side Yan said, "Every woman in that story is my idol."

Victor was speechless. Of course he knew the current state of the league. To be honest, there are definitely many young people who have the same ideas as Liang Na, which is absolutely different from the later Western movies.

Why Liang Na wears a military uniform? That's because in today's Soviet society, it is not movie stars who are most admired, but soldiers, really soldiers.

"It's a pity that my father didn't allow me to go to the front, and my uncle didn't allow me either," Liang Na sighed for a while, and said with some disappointment, "I think our family is a feudal paternalistic autocracy, and I don't have my own freedom at all. "

Victor smiled inwardly. This is the case for naive young people like Liang Na. They don’t know the cruelty of war. Their impression of war comes from the propaganda and agitation department’s propaganda and the stories fabricated by some film and television works. They always think that the battlefield is romantic. It is heroic. But when they get to the front line, they will know what it is like.

However, he would only think about it in his heart, and would never say it, otherwise...How could this girl admire him in front of him?

"Right, Victor, is there any touching story recently?" Liang Na murmured herself for a while, then suddenly asked, "Like the dawn here is quiet?"

Valentina also raised this question before. Perhaps women are like this. They always think that real wars can be as wonderful and romantic as stories.

In front of Valentina, Victor was too lazy to express himself, so he never gave a reply. However, today’s situation is different. The girl in front of her is a new target, and her situation is different from Valentina’s. He has to get as much favor from the other side as possible.

"Yes, there is not only a story, but also a song," Victor said with a smile.

"Really?" Liang Na clasped her hands in excitement on her chest, and said in surprise, "Can I listen?"

"Of course," Victor laughed, "but I don't play the piano very well, if I have an accordion..."

Without saying a word, Liang Na stepped on her two long legs and went straight to the corner on the east side of the room. No, there was an accordion in that corner.

She took the accordion over and brought it to Victor's side, and then dragged the piano stool over and placed it less than a meter away in front of Victor. She sat down and looked at him expectantly.

Victor raised Erlang's legs and set up the accordion. Then, he glanced at Liang Na on the opposite side and gently pulled the piano.

"The singing is gently rippling on the water in the evening, and the factory in the twilight is already shining," he hummed softly with a short but melodious prelude, "The train is running fast, the windows of the car are brightly lit, two under the hawthorn tree The youth is looking forward to me..."

Although Victor in his previous life didn't know much about Soviet history, he still had some understanding of some Soviet songs, novels, and film and television works. After all, the Soviet Union was the big brother. In his memory, there are still many things to show.

However, he has always paid little attention to this aspect. If he is not a senior general of the People’s Committee of National Security, he would be very popular as a literary and art worker. At least the few Stalin bonuses are not a problem. .

At this time, the song he sang was "Sorbus Tree of the Urals", that is, the famous "Hawthorn Tree". Naturally, there is no need to say more about the popularity and classic level of this song. It is a cover for later generations. I don't know how many.

With his cappella, Liang Na, who was sitting on the opposite side, gently beat the beat, her beautiful eyes were always fixed on Victor’s face, and there was an inexplicable light in her pale blue eyes. Yeah, for her. For a female student who hasn't been involved in the world, the object of worship is nothing more than that concentration: heroes, handsome guys, if they have some talents, it would be better.

And Victor, who was sitting in front of her at the moment, undoubtedly possessed all these elements. He was a recognized fighting hero in the newspaper. He was very handsome and talented. There seemed to be no better man in this world.

In the past, Liang Na always felt that people like this were always far away from her and out of reach, but now, he is sitting in front of her, and according to her father, this man is likely to be her future husband.

Therefore, at this moment, she only felt that she was surrounded by a strong sense of happiness.

Perhaps it was too much that she didn't notice that there were a few more people at the door, of course, Victor, who focused most of her attention on her, also didn't notice it either.

It was not until the singing ended, the accordion playing stopped, and the applause came from the door that the young couple woke up.

At the entrance of the piano room, Serov and Vatutin stood on both sides of the door, and behind them were Yuri and Vasilevsky.

"When did you come?" Victor put down the accordion in his arms quickly and stood up and said.

"Just come up," Serov first looked at Liang Na, who was blushing, then looked at Victor, and said, "It's..."

"This song is good, what's its name?" Vasilievsky interrupted him behind him, rushing to ask.

"Sorbus tree of the Urals," Victor said with a smile, "I wrote it when I accompanied Comrade Stalin to inspect Stalingrad. How did it feel?"

Vatutin was a big boss, he shook his thumbs up, and Vasilevsky admired: "Victor, you really should be a literary and art worker, or be transferred to the propaganda and agitation department. I think you need you more there."

"That won't work," Serov smiled. "I think I need him more."

"What's the story behind this song?" Liang Na was a little shy at first in the face of so many people, but at this time she mustered up the courage and asked.

"Oh, is there a story behind this song?" Vasilevsky asked curiously.

"There is indeed a story," Victor laughed. "A story about Lieutenant Trafkin and his radio intelligence team."

"Oh, it sounds like the story of our National Security People's Committee," Comrade Serov laughed. "Let's listen to it."

"We might as well go downstairs and listen to this story while drinking," Vatutin said with a smile.

This proposal has been approved by everyone. In view of "The Dawn Here is Quiet" before, everyone is looking forward to Victor's story. You must know that "The Dawn Here is Quiet" has now been shot into a movie. It will be released in April, and the shooting of this film has been personally approved by Comrade Stalin.