I walked up the stairs with Valodya in my arms and saw the driver waiting in the doorway of the residential building. When he saw me come out, he hurriedly picked up the child and walked out with his arms.

When I got out of the residential building, I saw that the car I was riding in had changed, not to mention that the windows were all broken, and the body was also covered with a thick layer of soil, so I couldn't see the original color at all. I opened the car door and saw that the seat was also covered in dirt, so I hesitated for a moment and got into the car.

When the driver handed Valodya in, he smiled bitterly and said apologetically: "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, I found the car just now and found that this is it." ”

I took Valodya, hugged him in my arms, squeezed out a smile at the driver, and said repeatedly, "It's okay, it's okay." If you hadn't taken the opportunity to take us to the basement to hide, maybe we would have been like this car. ”

The driver sat on the bridge from the back of the car, turned his head and asked, "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, where are we going?" ”

"Let's go back to the hospital and drive quickly."

The driver glanced at Valodya in my arms, then cheerfully agreed and started the car.

As soon as the car started, a biting cold wind poured in through the glassless windows on all sides. I was afraid that Valodya would freeze, so I looked down and wanted to ask, but I found that he had fallen asleep for some time.

The car drove for more than ten minutes and finally arrived at the hospital. When I saw the tall and sturdy buildings of the hospital, I was secretly relieved that it was finally here, and if I didn't do it again, I would have frozen into a popsicle.

After thanking the driver, I pushed the door open and got out of the car with Valodya in my arms. As soon as she got out of the car, Valodya woke up. He struggled out of my arms, rubbed his eyes, and asked curiously, "Where is this?" ”

While moving my hands and feet, which were already numb from cold, I said, "This is a military hospital." With that, he took him by the hand and walked inside. Although the shoulder injury is no longer a big problem, it is still a bit overwhelming for me to hold a five or six-year-old child for a long time.

On the way here, I thought that I could no longer let Valodya live on the streets, and that a child of his age would die on the streets in this cold winter due to lack of food and clothing. Although I also know that in war, there are many such things, but Valodya, unlike others, does not belong to this era, does not know how to survive in the war years, and I want to help him find someone who can take care of him.

As I led him through the halls of the hospital, I was greeted by soldiers or officers who stood up and saluted me, and because I was holding Valodya with my right hand, I did not return the salute, but only nodded at them.

Outside the dining room, the hall was empty when I looked through the open door. I shouted at the inside, "Mommy Cheka, are you there?" Mommy Cheka! Isn't it there? ”

"Who?" An impatient voice came from inside, "The restaurant is closed, let's come back at dinner time." ”

I heard that this was the voice of Ishayev's mother, who I was looking for, and quickly pulled Valodya into the restaurant, and at the same time said loudly: "Mom Cheka, it's me!" I'm Leda! ”

"Huh?! It's Leda! At the sound of the voice, the chubby old lady rushed out of the kitchen, wiped her wet hands back and forth around her waist, and gave me a bear hug.

I was strangled tightly by her, but I didn't let go of Valodya's little hand, and put my mouth in her ear and said, "Mommy Cheka, I brought a child to meet you. ”

"Kid?!" The old lady let go of me, took a step back, looked at me suspiciously, and then looked at Valodya, whom I was holding, and asked curiously, "Where did this child come from?" ”

"Picked up on the street." I really didn't know how to explain the origin of the child, so I could only say perfunctorily: "On my way back, I met this child begging in the street, and I saw that he was pitiful, so I brought him back." ”

"Poor boy!" As she spoke, the old lady squatted down, stretched out her hands to Valoja, and said softly, "Child, come to me." ”

As if she hadn't heard the old lady's words, Valodya stood there in a daze, and I squatted down, gently pushed him, and said, "Lova, go, the old lady is calling you, go to her." Valoda still stood still, the muscles of his face twitching violently, and suddenly the corners of his mouth glanced at him, and he burst into the old lady's arms, and began to cry out loud, crying intermittently, "Vonia...... Ever...... Great-grandmother, you ...... You don't know me anymore, I ...... I'm Love! …… O your great-grandson Love! ……”

Valoja's words struck me like a thunderbolt on my head, causing me to sit on the ground in fright. Oh, my God? It can't be such a coincidence, right? The two actually have such a relationship.

When the old lady heard Valodya's name, she pushed him away in surprise and asked in disbelief, "Child, what did you just call me?" ”

Valodya wiped her tears and said silently, "Great-grandmother, you ...... You are my great-grandmother! ”

The old lady was so frightened that she waved her hand again and again, and her head shook like a rattle: "Child, you must be mistaken, I only have one son, and he is not married yet, how can he have children?!" ”

"That's right! That's right! The child cried and defended: "My grandfather's name is Isayev, and he is your only son. ......" and threw herself into the old lady's arms.

I tried to stand up with my hands on the ground, but when I heard the child's words, I shivered and fell to the ground again. It's really incredible, this child I saved is actually the grandson of Isayev. I sat on the cold floor, thinking in my mind that it was 1941 and that the child was from 1975, 34 years apart. If Ishayev had married after the end of the Great Patriotic War, then by the time 46 he would have had children of his own. By the time his child reaches the age of 75, he will be almost thirty years old, and it is normal to add him a grandson of five or six years old. Moreover, when the child saw the old lady, he called her name accurately, and the old lady did not correct him, which at least proved that the child did not call him wrong. Although I know that the old lady is Isayev's mother, I don't know what her name is. I didn't know the name of the old lady, and I certainly couldn't tell the child in advance who he was going to meet. So I estimate that the kinship that the child said is true nine times out of ten.

Thinking of this, I stood up again with my hands on my hands, patted the old lady on the shoulder, and when she looked back at me blankly, I reminded her, "Mom Cheka, is there anything to eat in the kitchen?" The child has not eaten properly in the past few days and may be hungry. ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" She replied one after another, "You see I'm really old and foolish, I'm going to prepare something for him." As he spoke, he let go of the hand holding the child, stood up, wiped his face, and turned into the kitchen.

Watching the old lady's back disappear from the kitchen door, I stepped forward and took Valodya's hand, led him to a table and sat down, and comforted him: "Love, you sit here first, and I'll go and see if the food is ready?" ”

"Uh-huh." He answered me with a cry.

When I walked to the kitchen door, I turned my head to look at him, and saw that he was sitting honestly at the table without moving, so I was relieved to enter the kitchen. On the kitchen table was a plate of bread, and the old lady was cutting an enema, and when she saw me approaching, she asked me in a low voice, "What's wrong with this child, why do you call me great-grandmother?" ”

"I don't know much about this!" I said perfunctorily: "Maybe he was frightened when he saw his parents die in front of him, and he was in a state of panic for a long time, and his nerves were a little abnormal." "I'm not good at talking, and after saying that, I just feel a fever on my face.

Fortunately, the old lady did not notice my abnormality, and said in her mouth, "What a poor child," and put the sliced enema into the empty plate, and walked out with a plate in one hand. When I saw that she was about to leave the city, I quickly followed.

The old lady walked a few steps, suddenly stopped, and whispered to me, "Lida, this child is quite pitiful, let me take him in, and let him be my grandson." ”

Hearing her say this, I really couldn't laugh or cry, what is this, my great-grandson has become a grandson like this, and the whole generation is messed up. But I couldn't argue with the old lady, so I had to follow her, "Well, that's a good idea." ”