Chapter 1008 (1/2)
With the lights in the center of the city, the suburbs of Moscow have gone to bed early. The night drew a curtain on the country road early, only scattered street lamps dotted the lonely night sky. A Renault SUV drove by, raising the dust on the road for a long time.
Birch gently swaying the sound of the sand, the branches are blooming belong to April buds. In the flowers that symbolize life, stands an orthodox cross, and below the cross is an insignificant tombstone.
The path has a poetic name - ”heroic trail” in the cemetery of pleobaransky.
A bunch of white lilies were placed in front of the tombstone, and their index fingers gently touched the lines of the tombstone, brushing away the dust of the line which had no hero's name. Lines of tadpole like writing, her life written on the inscription. However, unlike most of the heroes buried here, there is no record of merit on the tombstone.
Generally speaking, there are only two possibilities. Either her achievements are not glorious, or her achievements are not convenient to be recorded, or both
It is still cold in Moscow in April. Especially at night.
Squatting in front of the tombstone, looking at the lines, I don't know how many times I remember the text, Natasha suddenly took a deep breath, buried her face in her hands. The white fog from between her fingers soon diffused in the cold night, and gradually blurred her sight.
”Mom, are you ok?”
”Your daughter is doing well. I I've come to see you again
”Eleven years have passed since that day. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you. Your daughter finally took the same path. ”
Burying her face on her sleeve, Natasha wiped her eyes hard and wiped away the impeding mist. However, at this time, her stubborn look, rarely appeared a soft look.
”But It's all right. ”
Looking up at the bright starry sky, she opened her stiff mouth and reluctantly grinned.
”When it's over, I'll retire.”
”I don't know how it will end, but But sure enough, I still want to try and pursue my own happiness. ”
Natasha took a deep breath of the dust, and felt a little cool in her nose.
Taking the handkerchief into her purse, Natasha stood up and bowed deeply to the tombstone.
Turning to leave, she suddenly noticed a white rose lying not far from the tombstone.
The pure white petals are stained with soil, like being blown down by the wind
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Walking side by side in the corridor of the villa, Jiang Chen thought about what the general Nikolayev wanted to come here for. The bearded general spoke.
”Didn't Natasha follow you?”
Hearing the name of an acquaintance, Jiang Chen looked at him suspiciously.
”Do you know Natasha?”
After hearing Jiang Chen's words, Nikolayev grinned as if he had heard some funny joke.
”Have you known her for so long that you don't even know her last name?”