Seeing so many young people getting out of the car, the two old people who were busy in the corridor in front of the door were a little confused for a moment.

With a wink at Olga, Wei Ran and Ji Ma took over the work from the hands of the two old men with smiles on their faces. With the help of the Katenka sisters, Lola Suisui and Maya, they took over the work of the two old people.

A sunflower tray, only slightly smaller than a washbasin, was strung up with bamboo poles and placed one after another on the beams of the corridor.

At the same time, after a brief moment of astonishment, the two old men who had been robbed of their jobs were all attracted to the box carried by the sisters Olga and Olena.

"This box..." Grandma Galina looked at the box on the table in the corridor in disbelief, and wiped her hands with her apron excitedly, "You are..."

"Hello, Teacher Galina, I am Olga, a student who graduated from the Leningrad Conservatory of Music in St.."

As she spoke, Olga opened the box and told very frankly how she was deceived by her mentor and wasted a summer vacation cleaning up the musical instrument warehouse, how she stole the box, and even hoped to find the owner of the box, even her

All the stupid things that stupid dad did were introduced without reservation.

Finally, the girl let out a long breath and said, "Anyway, Teacher Galina, we are here to return these precious memories to their owners. Fortunately, we finally found this place."

Hearing this, Galina and Zurab, who was sitting as the narrator, looked at each other, and then looked at Wei Ran and others who had finished drying the sunflower trays and were working together to clean the corridor.

"So Victor yesterday..."

"right"

Wei Ran straightened up and said equally calmly, "I always want to confirm whether the person I'm looking for is really the owner of that box."

"Come in and sit down"

Galina reached out and touched the box, "Children, please bring it in too, and let me tell you the story of this box."

After hearing this, these young people immediately lined up and walked into the room, sitting in a full circle around the long table in the living room.

"This box is actually my mother's relic."

Galina said, "She used to be a member of...Forget it, let's call it the St. Petersburg Conservatory of Music. She used to be the administrator of the school's musical instrument warehouse. But that was a long time ago.

When I was little, every time on Children's Day, she would open this box, play a piece of music on the bayan, sing a song, and cut off a piece of paper that was only about half the size of her little finger.

I was fed small pieces of bread, and later when I was older, I was even given a bite of dried fish."

Having said this, Galina picked up the dried fish, pointed to the remaining ring of tooth marks on it and said, "This is what I left after the last time I ate it when I was 12 years old. From then on, she started using that dried fish."

Bayan taught me how to play the piece and how to sing a song, but he never let me eat the unpalatable bread and dried fish there."

“We had it when we got married”

Zurab reminded, "On June 1, 1964, on the dock, each of us ate a thumb-thick piece of black bread. I will never forget the unpleasant taste in my life. That was also what I ate.

It’s the longest piece of brown bread ever.”

"The piece of bread you eat was actually made by my mother herself."

Galina carefully wrapped the dried fish and the piece of black bread in newspapers while explaining, "She is very disgusted with the waste of food, but when you are as young as these guys, you are not someone who cherishes food.

.”

Before Mr. Zurab could speak, Granny Galina continued, "However, since my mother retired, I have never seen this box again. I always thought that it and the contents inside had been thrown away.

Well, I didn’t expect it to be placed in the school’s musical instrument warehouse.”

"Can you tell me a story about your mother?"

Wei Ran said, taking out an extremely thick envelope from his bag, "I found the film of these photos in the archives of the Conservatory of Music, and it was through these things that I found you."

After taking the envelope and opening it, Galina took out the thick stack of photos. She just glanced at the top group photo and sighed. Then she put down the photos in her hand, stood up and said,

"Kids, I also have these pictures in my house."

With that said, the old lady had already walked to the piano and opened the green velvet cloth surrounding the glass cabinet with the snare drum.

Before she could open the originally blocked glass cabinet door on the lower floor, Wei Ran, who was nearest, widened his eyes in surprise.

This not-so-big glass cabinet is filled with various medals and certificates in several rows. In addition, there is also a familiar-looking cigarette case and lighter from Weiran. Of course, there are also

There is a silver hearth and a set of two volumes of "The Resurrection".

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In particular, most of those medals had appeared in the records in the metal book, but Wei Ran did not expect that there were as many as 17 Red Flag Medals of Labor here!

"These are the medals and certificates my mother and Uncle Keleluo and Aunt Laihia received."

Grandma Galina said proudly, "There are two Red Flag Medals of Labor that I have won."

"The other two are mine," Mr. Zurab said equally proudly.

But then, the old couple sighed in unison, "Unfortunately, the Soviet Union is no longer around."

Amid the silence of many young people, Grandma Galina took out a photo album stained by time from the cabinet, gently wiped the dust on it with her sleeve, and then handed it to Wei Ran.

"Let's light the stove," Galina said to Mr. Zurab, and at the same time took away the kerosene signal lamp placed on the stove.

"It's really time to light the stove"

As Zurab said, he declined Jima's attempt to help. He slowly opened the lid of the box next to the stove, picked up a German coconut kettle from inside, opened the lid and poured half a cup of kerosene into the pot on the stove.

On top of the firewood, he took out a box of matches, lit one and threw it into the stove.

When the flames, with the help of kerosene, firmly adhered to the firewood that had been put in for who knows how long, Mr. Zurab also found a small shovel, shoveled some briquettes from the airdrop box and threw them into the furnace, and then

The fire sealing lid was closed.

The faint smell of smoke slowly filled the room. Grandma Galina also placed the kerosene signal lamp in her hand on the long table where everyone was sitting, sat down again, and talked about her mother Ke in a leisurely manner.

The story between Na and her.

As she told the story, the yellowed photo album was passed back and forth among many young people.

Grandma Galina's story is not much different from what Wei Ran experienced, but it is equally cruel and full of cold and hunger. Especially when paired with the yellowed photo album, it makes these young people feel like they have fallen into an ice cellar.

I generally felt a bone-deep fear.

After a long time, the rain outside the window became heavier and heavier, and Mr. Zurab also received a call. Their daughter was going to the dock to accompany her son-in-law on duty, and she might not be able to go home tonight. And Galina's story was gradually coming to an end.

.

"This is their story"

Grandma Galina took the hot tea from Lola and held it in her hand, "My brothers and sisters, Uncle Matvey and almost everyone in the story are buried in Osinowitz Cemetery. I

After my mother retired, she also moved here.

As I said at the beginning, every June 1st, I have to taste the bread and the dried fish, and accompany my mother to the cemetery to play for my brothers and sisters.

Bayanqin singing.

It's a pity that I have no impression of those brothers and sisters at all, and June 1st at that time was not Children's Day at all."

"Grandma Galina, can you still sing that song?" Wei Ran asked abruptly.

"Do you want to hear it?"

Grandma Galina said, having already picked up the bayan on the table, "Let me try how to play that piece of music. I hope this bayan can still be used."

"It can still be used," Olga, whose eyes were red, said quickly, "its tone is very good."

"let me try"

Before Galina finished speaking, she had already hugged the bayanqin in her arms, and Mr. Zurab also took the lead and sat next to the Lilly Card piano.

Soon, a slightly sad melody resounded in the small wooden house shrouded in the autumn rain. The old man sitting on the chair also sang the song for children in desperate situations with the accompaniment of the music.

Their songs:

The white Neva River is filled with red artillery fire

In that cold ruins, there are a group of happy little guys

...

With the accompaniment becoming more and more powerful and hopeful, the lyrics sung from the old man's mouth were also filled with more and more hope and confidence.

After a long time, as the last lyrics were sung, both the bayan in her arms and the piano not far away fell into silence one after another.

"Papa pa pa" Olga was the first to applaud, followed closely by the other young people who also applauded one after another.

"Grandma Galina, what's the name of this song?" Suisui, with red eyes, asked.

"name?"
Chapter completed!