I woke up from the anesthesia after the operation, opened my hazy eyes, and looked at a girl in a white coat and a white hat, bent down at me, and couldn't figure out 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 and wanted to sit up. But I was so dizzy that I had many black dots floating in front of my eyes, and I fell weakly on the pillow.

"Lying down, lying down, my dear!" The girl hurriedly pressed me gently with her hands: "Please don't move, you have just undergone surgery. Be careful to crack the wound. Say what you need."

It turned out that I had just had surgery. No wonder I felt so tired. I raised my head with difficulty and moved my eyes under the quilt. I was so surprised that except for the bandage on my abdomen, I was so naked. My face was flushed with shame. Alas! It was a little different! Just to go to the Moscow River to watch the beautiful mm swimming naked, I accidentally traveled through time. I traveled through time and even walked into a woman's body. I hesitated for a moment, and then said with great difficulty: "Where is my military uniform?!"

"Military uniform?!" She was stunned for a moment when she heard my question, 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 turned out that I had never worn clothes since 171. Isn’t it embarrassing to leave home?

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

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

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

"In order to remove shrapnel, do you know how many shrapnel there are in your belly? ······"

"Nurse, what's your name?"

"Villa."

"How long have I been here? Where is Warrant Officer Vaskov?" I suddenly thought of the warrant Officer who had lived and died with me. I couldn't help but want to sit up again, but the scenery in front of me became blurry, and I felt a sense of disgust in my throat.

"Don't move, don't move, look at why you are moving again, be careful to break the wound." I heard Vera's voice, as if it was coming from a distance...

When I woke up again, the nurse was gone. I turned my head with difficulty and saw a bed in the ward. There was a person lying on the bed, lying motionlessly. The quilt almost covered the chin, revealing only the head that was tightly wrapped by bandages.

"Hey!" I greeted her in a low voice: "Are you asleep?"

The two swollen and black lips exposed in the gap of the bandage started to silence. After a while, I heard this sentence: "Who are you? Are you a doctor?"

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

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

"You are talking nonsense, friend!" I tried hard to put my body on my side and said insincerely to her. "I have asked the doctor. He said your injury is not important, and the worst thing is that I just lived here for a month..."

"No, no... there is no need to comfort me, I know my situation." These words seemed to burst out from her black mouth.

There is another silence.

"Where are we?" the other party asked.

"It's in the hospital." I answered hurriedly.

“Where is the hospital?”

"Ah, I don't know this anymore. I'm here when I wake up."

She didn't continue talking, just lay still. But I felt that she was nervously thinking about something and trying hard to know and understand.

As if she wanted to confirm my speculation, she spoke again.

"I ask you... to notify my family...my address...please write down the address...."

"Stop talking!" I couldn't help but raise my voice and shouted. "I haven't told you..."

"My home address!······" she interrupted me and said again.

"Okay." I could only agree, "I will write down your address, but I will only inform your family that you are staying in the hospital for healing. Please tell me." Although I could not move myself, let alone write with my hands, I firmly believe that I can keep the address of the wounded in my heart.

"You talk." I said it again.

"Moscow..." she said with great difficulty. "Gonchamonis Gaya No. 47·Kaja··································································································································································································································

"Kajia!" I comforted her and said, "I have recorded your address at home. Don't worry, you will get better soon."

Kajia's head swayed slightly, and her lips swayed silently: "Thank you... I know my own situation... Look... I'm going to die."

Her voice became lower and lower, and finally she gradually disappeared. I quickly struggled to stand up halfway and pressed the call bell beside the bed.

After a while, Vera opened the door and ran in, and asked nervously: "Lida, do you have anything to do?"

"She is in a bad situation!" I raised my voice and said to her, "Look at how she is?"

She stood by Kajia's bed, leaned over and looked, and then walked quickly outside the door. Then, I heard her voice ringing in the corridor: "Doctor"

Soon, Vera came in with several doctors and nurses to inject and replace oxygen for Kajia. I lay motionless on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling with my eyes. I thought to myself, "Kajia seems to be unable, how long can I last? This time travel is really regrettable. Most of the time I spent in a coma."

I don’t know how long it took, but the rescue work next to me suddenly stopped. I heard a man’s voice coming: “She is dead, carry it away.”

Kajia's body was carried out, and the doctors and nurses also left, leaving only Vera and I.

"How much time do I have?" Kajia died, and I began to worry about myself, and asked incoherently: "I mean, how long can I live?" I was not an unreasonable question. After all, this was in the war era, and many people did not die on the battlefield, but on hospital beds.

"Look at what you said, dear," Vera closed the door of the ward and comforted her, "Your surgery was very successful, and the shrapnel in your abdomen were removed. You can recover your health by just resting for half a month."

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

"The hospital behind." Vera showed a look of surprise on her face. She probably wondered, even though I was lying on the hospital bed, I would ask such a stupid question.

"I know this is a hospital." I reorganized the vocabulary: "I mean, what is the hospital in this place."

"Leningrad, my dear."

Leningrad?! ​​I actually came to this city that was besieged by the German army for 900 days during the Soviet Patriotic War.

"What is the number today?"

“August 28.”

“Which year?”

“1941.”

It was only 1941, and the Soviet-German War had only been outbreak for two months, but I remember the story of "The Dawn Here is Quiet" took place in the early summer of 1942. Did the time deviate?

"Lida." Vera comforted me and said, "When you first arrived at the hospital, the blood on your body was almost dry, and even the doctor was pessimistic about you not surviving. Look, aren't you lying on the hospital bed and talking to me now?"

I couldn't help but smile bitterly. In fact, the real Lida had long died, and the rest was me, a fake.

"How is the situation on the front line?" In fact, I knew that although the Soviet army resisted tenaciously, they were still retreating step by step under the fierce offensive of the German army.

"It's still in the battle." Her answer was extremely simple.

"oh."

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

"How did you know?" I asked hurriedly.

"There are so many people coming to the hospital every day, what kind of news can't be heard." She said in a plain and homely tone, as if this was a matter of course. "Let's get to know each other again. My name is Vera Ivanovna Koroleva."

"Musdakova Oshenina." I knew the customs of the Russians. In addition to very formal occasions, I only told my real name to my friend. I held her hand that reached out and shook it gently, and felt much more relaxed in my heart.

She chatted with me for a long time until I fell asleep unknowingly.
Chapter completed!