My wound healed quickly and I was able to get out of bed and walk around on the third day after surgery. At first, she was just supported by Vera and walked slowly around the room. After two days, I stopped relying on Vera and was able to walk independently, but I walked more slowly, sometimes I didn't control the speed of my walking, and walking fast still caused a burst of pain in the wound.

Aside from talking to Vera every day, my only pastime was pacing up and down the long corridors of the hospital. Sometimes I don't want to move around, and when Vera doesn't have time to spare, I go to the hospital cafeteria and listen to the radio broadcast.

The radio often broadcasts speeches by celebrities who use speeches, poems and stories to appeal to the public, the main message of which is: "Hold on!" The main thing is persistence! ”

Sometimes, music replaces speech, but for some reason, the music is getting less and less every day.

The bulletin of the Soviet intelligence service announced that intense fighting was taking place on all directions, although it was difficult to determine exactly where the fighting was taking place. The bulletin mainly reports on individual fighting episodes. Most of them are about the heroic deeds of infantrymen, pilots and sailors. and the activities of the guerrillas behind enemy lines, without indicating neither the place where the exploits were built nor the names of the commanders of the troops.

Sometimes, the broadcaster broadcast the confessions of some German prisoners of war, from which it was evident that the anti-war sentiment of the German soldiers, including many officers, was so disgusted with the war that they had lost any hope of victory, and Hitler was about to be "finished". And for me, a time-traveler, what I said on the radio was just wishful thinking. I was disturbed to think that the German army was approaching Moscow and was stationed on the outskirts of Leningrad.

When I came back from listening to the radio in the cafeteria, just in time for the doctor who treated me, I couldn't help but ask, "When can I be discharged?" ”

The doctor replied that if everything went as smoothly as before, it would take about ten days to submit it to the committee for approval, and when they were sure that I was healthy, I would be discharged.

As soon as the doctor walked away, I tried to move my body. It barely hurts anymore, but when I try to straighten my body, the wound stings like an electric shock······

······ I lay on my back on my bed, painfully thinking that I had had another day of inaction, and looked absentmindedly at the hidden door, secretly hoping that Vera would come over soon and that she could have a good chat with me.

Just then, the door was pushed open, and Vera walked in, followed by a dozen other people. In the dim light, I could tell at once that they were all high-ranking officers, and the officer who followed closely behind Vera actually had two five-star stars on the red diamond-shaped collar badge, ah! It's actually a major general! I was taken aback, sat up quickly, stretched my legs out of the bed, fumbled my way through the pair of torn slippers worn in the hospital, and then stood on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the group of officers.

"Leda." Vera spoke, "Comrade Marshal has come to visit you. ”

"Marshal?!" I couldn't believe my ears that a dignified Marshal of the Soviet Union would come to the hospital to see me, a nobody? I felt a little at a loss and asked incoherently, "Which marshal?" ”

"Marshal Voroshilov, of course!" Vera's tone was slightly dissatisfied, as if to blame me for not even knowing the current commander of the Leningrad Front, Marshal Voroshilov.

"Hello, Comrade Leda!" Voroshilov flashed out from behind the major general and said in a sonorous tenor, "I heard the chief of operations of the command, Colonel Korolev, mention that you performed very well in battle······"

"Serve the USSR!" I suppressed the panic in my heart and spoke it in one breath, and only then did I see that Voroshilov held out his hand to him. I forgot to salute the military salute, took a hurried step forward, tripped over the broken slippers on my feet, and grabbed the marshal's hand.

"Announce it, Major General Cholokhov." The marshal turned his head and said to the commander of the major general beside him.

Major General Cholokhov took a document from his pocket and began to read it aloud: "In recognition of the brilliant achievements of Corporal Mushdakova Oshanina in the air defense station of the Willings, as well as for the heroic performance in the battle against the Germans, the Order of the Red Banner and a Medal for Bravery are awarded." Command of the Leningrad Front. September 3, 1941. ”

The marshal took the two glittering medals handed over by the officer next to him and hung them on my hospital gown. Then he reached out again to shake my hand and congratulate me. Then he asked me, "If you have any requirements, you can put them forward now, and I will personally arrange someone to handle it for you." ”

"I want to go back to the front." I really can't think of any requests worth making, so I just put forward this most common and most acceptable request.

Voroshilov was silent for a while, and asked Vera next to him: "Comrade nurse, can Leda's physical condition be discharged from the hospital?" ”

"Not yet." Vera was not nervous at all in front of the marshal, and said directly: "At least a week of recuperation." ”

"I see." He nodded, patted me lightly on the shoulder, and said, "Comrade Lida, you see that the nurse also said that it is not possible now, then you can rest in the hospital for another ten days with peace of mind." Ten days later, I will personally send someone to take you back to the front. ”

"See you again now." The marshal shook my hand again, turned and walked out the door, and the group of officers departed with him.

Ten days later, a young second lieutenant came to the hospital and said that he had sent me to the air defense command on the orders of the front command. They also brought me new uniforms, military ID cards, and appointments.

After putting on the new uniform, I found that the sergeant's triangular collar flower was wearing on the collar badge, and I hurriedly asked the second lieutenant: "Comrade ensign, do you see if this military uniform is mistaken, I am a corporal, but this is the sergeant's collar badge." ”

The second lieutenant looked at it and said without hesitation: "That's right, when I came, I saw your military ID card and transfer order, and it was written on it that it was sergeant rank, and you have been promoted to sergeant." Congratulations! As he spoke, he held out his hand and shook my hand to congratulate him.

After the car arrived at the Air Defense Command on the Neva River, the second lieutenant took me into the duty room, handed me over to a warrant officer on duty, and then left.

The warrant officer led me to an office on the second floor, where I met the chief of personnel, an elderly bald major. I hurriedly took out my documents and orders from the pocket of my military uniform and handed them over. He took it, frowned, flipped it open, looked at it, and read the order again. And then said: "At the moment the German air raids are fierce, our air defense forces are very short of manpower, and a large number of people are needed in various jurisdictions, where do you want to go?" ”

"Can I go back to 171?" I cautiously made my request.

"1717 will give way? It is not under our jurisdiction. Although he didn't object, I also knew that there was no way back.

"And where can I go?"

"Let's go to the Pulkovo Heights, which is the barrier to defend Leningrad, which is attacked by German air forces every day, and the air defense is very weak."

"It's good." As long as there was a place to go, I resolutely agreed: "I obey the organization's arrangement." ”

"Well, in twenty minutes, there's a cart carrying ammunition going to the Pulkovo Heights, so take that car. Now go to the duty room and look for the warrant officer, he will arrange it for you. ”

"Yes." I saluted the major, turned and walked out of the room.

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