For more than a year, Natasha asked herself, as a girl, had she really worn clothes that a woman should have? During the war, she had to dress like a man, and she had to be on par with male soldiers in combat.

She doesn't have the grace of a woman. In the battlefield, she is simply an outstanding war machine.

But at this moment, seeing the school uniform aroused her fond memories of the past, and her whole heart melted!

She couldn't wait to tear off the rope and couldn't wait to change her clothes immediately.

However, when the beautiful black and white school uniform is stretched out, a question arises: Is the size suitable?

When she asked this question, Petrov answered calmly: "You don't have to worry about this. There are leather shoes prepared for you in the sack, and they will definitely fit your feet."

"Ah? How does the school know the size of my clothes and even my shoes?"

"Of course it's the information provided above."

Natasha didn't think much about it, maybe the relevant information was provided by her respected General Berekov.

Her eyes were full of eagerness, and she looked into the principal's eyes and said, "Comrade principal, I think I should change my clothes immediately now."

"Oh? Maybe we can take care of other things first. There are some documents that need your signature, as well as your student ID card..."

"Well... I think I'd better change my clothes."

"That's fine." Petrov pointed to a small door, "Since you insist. That's the dressing room. You can finish changing your clothes. You'd better hurry up."

"Well, I'll end it soon."

Now, Natasha, who was holding a full set of clothes, changed her seriousness from before. She took the new leather shoes and happily got into the locker room dedicated to academic staff.

When she walked out of the dressing room again, she looked stunning!

Natasha stood in front of everyone again. Just as the principal said, the size of the clothes was completely suitable.

She was dressed like a maid, with a lace headdress hanging on her golden hair. Since it was winter, she wore white velvet trousers under her long black skirt. Her black leather shoes not only fit her feet, but also shone in the soft light of the setting sun.

Hui.

There is a saying that a man relies on his clothes and his horse relies on his saddle. A beautiful girl stood in front of everyone with her back straight. She was already beautiful, and with her school uniform on, she was full of the youthful vigor that a student should have. In other words, it was really eye-catching to look at!

However, some things don't change just because of changes in clothing.

She gently raised her proud chin, put her legs together and raised her chest, still standing in a military posture.

Little did he know that this stance and a set of clothes made Principal Petrov feel extremely comfortable.

"After all, children who have served in the military are much more capable than those girls." Petrov couldn't help but applaud.

This praise resonated with others, especially a middle-aged man who called himself Bashoynov and wore a teacher's badge. True to his surname, this man did have a rather large nose.

Bashoynov followed the principal's praise and said: "Indeed, among the girls in the entire grade, she is probably the only one with the best image. I never imagined that Comrade Speroskina was not only a hero, but also a model of beauty.

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"Haha, you came here with a sack and you didn't expect her beauty. Of course, I didn't expect it either."

They seem to simply comment on their appearance and figure. Ha! After all, they are all men.

Natasha was not angry. Maybe she was indeed more beautiful. Otherwise, how could Comrade Stalin praise her blond hair? What was even more shocking was that nearly a year ago, she was accidentally caught by a German patrol during an investigation operation she participated in.

Bump. In the mouths of those enemies, blond hair is actually a symbol of nobility.

She walked back to the principal's desk in silence and asked softly: "Can you start other work?"

"It's time to begin! Beautiful girl! Now, I want to introduce you to Comrade Bashoynov, your academic committee member, and then introduce you to your class teacher."

Two men came carrying sacks full of supplies. Natasha thought about it with her toes and realized that these two men were very important to her future study life.

Bashoynov, Natasha easily remembered his big nose and the characteristic beard that tilted to both sides under his nose.

As for his class teacher, a forty-year-old man named Brodsky, he wears a pair of glasses on his fat face, is quite thin, and looks polite.

Both of them seem to be affable, so what is their teaching level?

Being a soldier was a last resort and she had no choice. Now that she was a student again, her first priority was to study well.

Not relying on Stalin's promises, but relying on one's own ability to enter university and giving full play to one's subjective initiative, this is what a Soviet hero should do.

So here comes the question. I have almost neglected my studies for more than a year. Is it okay to pick up textbooks now?

The girl couldn't help but feel a drumbeat in her heart.

She dared to ask the class teacher she had just met, the outstanding mathematics teacher Bashoynov: "Teacher, you know that I have been out of school for more than a year. I think my homework has fallen behind very seriously, and I am very worried..."

"Are you worried about your academic performance? Don't worry, I think your roommate will help you make up for your homework."

"ah?"

What does this answer mean? Natasha was confused for a moment.

"You don't have to be surprised." Brovsky said proudly: "I am an excellent teacher, and the students I teach have very good grades. So your roommates when you lived in school were all your classmates, and

You are good at both character and study. If you feel that your academic ability is not good, you can ask them for advice! Don’t worry, those girls of the same age as you are very willing to help new classmates.”

"Ah! This...this makes me feel relieved." Natasha showed a refreshing smile.

Next, Natasha completed all the procedures and received her student ID card.

She even got a leather satchel sponsored by the principal himself.

A full set of school uniforms, stationery from pencils to compasses, schoolbags, and books with the scent of ink. Natasha stood in the principal's office. The role of a veteran of many battles changed in an instant. After more than a year, Natasha

, she continued her studies where she left off and became a tenth grader.

At this point, several members of the Lenin Komsomol League finally successfully completed their mission. They handed Speroskina, oh, she should be called Kharkova now, to the First Middle School of Perm City.

The school is solely responsible for her future study and life. Unless the group organizes activities, she will change into a suitable uniform and participate. Or, she can go to the group's office during holidays and play with her medals in the safe.

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It could be said that Natasha was left alone in the principal's office. He didn't feel any discomfort at all, but only looked forward to his future life.

A new school, a new dormitory, new classmates, and an absolutely peaceful life.

Everything is like a dream!

She put her student ID card into her handbag and some of her belongings. As for those brand-new textbooks and other things, Natasha stuffed them into Benjiu's somewhat full backpack, and then

Wear it directly on your back.

Watching this scene, head teacher Brovsky felt very distressed.

"My dear, it might not be appropriate to carry such a heavy thing. How about I ask a few students to help you lift it?"

"No need." Natasha replied kindly, "This weight is nothing. A month ago, I was carrying a 20 kilograms of luggage on a mission of 20 kilometers a day!"

"ah?!"

The girl showed a confident smile. When she smiled, she was completely unaware of the mental stimulation her understatement gave her teacher.

Age committee member Bashoynov joked: "It seems that we have gained an excellent marathon runner."

"Yes! Excellent marathon runner." The principal echoed: "Comrade Brodsky, it seems that your Class 6 will get excellent results in the autumn sports meeting next month."

"Yes, it's not just about sports achievements. She is an excellent female warrior. When it comes to military competitions, I'm afraid all our students are far behind her level. Comrade Brovsky, you are so lucky."

Shoinov continued to tease.

"Forget it, I think she would rather be an ordinary student. What do you think? Kharkova."

"Ah! Me?" Looking at Director Ren's wink, Natasha nodded.

"It's getting late." The principal looked at his watch, "Brovsky, as promised, you take her and hand her over to the dormitory manager Koroleva. Let's go now."

"Okay, Comrade Principal. Then Comrade Kharkova." Brovsky looked sideways at Natasha, "I'll help you carry your other luggage, let's go now."

September 6th, when Natasha arrived, was a Sunday. Unlike the thick smoke that continued to spew out from factories and chimneys, the school was of course on holiday today.

The so-called holidays, in peacetime, students will use weekends to have various social interactions, or sleep in front of the door at home or in the dormitory. There are also people who love learning, reviewing their homework in the school's public study room.

Things are different now. Weekend holidays are no longer the typical holidays.

The pressure of war affects every citizen, and students are no exception.

As long as students can reach the tenth grade, they are at least sixteen years old.

What age is this? Now that the Soviet Union has implemented a new conscription order, the minimum age limit for conscription has been lowered from twenty to eighteen. There are quite a few boys in the tenth grade of Perm No. 1 Middle School. According to Soviet law, they should be in

Military service is mandatory after graduation unless they can go to college.

Young boys, who have received a very adequate patriotic education in school, also understand that this war is a decisive battle between darkness and light, evil and justice. They are eager to go to the battlefield, for the Soviet Union, and even for the peace-loving people.

World peace, win this war.

So, do they know the horror of war and the suddenness of death?

I don’t know! They really don’t know! At least in several major middle schools in Perm, the children have not considered sacrifice at all. The boys are very eager to be heroes. Anyone who dares to hesitate is shameful.

coward!

Adolescent boys need some way to vent their youthful restlessness. Nowadays, joining the army to fight against the invaders is not the best and most noble way to vent their youthful restlessness.

They still have at least a year before they serve in the military. Before that, they can take advantage of the target practice provided by the school or beat up cowards to vent their emotions.

For some students, especially most girls, do they have the opportunity to serve in the military?
To be continued...