Chapter 3208 Home

Today, Malashenko, who has long been a father, is already the father of two children.

Natalia, who put most of her energy into her family after her marriage, was always able to support the whole family when Malashenko was away, balancing work and life on her own while raising two children. big.

Malashenko, who has long felt that he was indebted to his wife, is feeling increasingly guilty.

I had thought and promised that after marriage I would make up for everything I owed in the past, devote more time and energy to my family, and stop letting Natalia worry about herself like she did during the war years.

But today, Malashenko has once again found that he has not been able to do what he wanted to do.

Even though the war years have passed, there are still endless military affairs that I can't get away from, and I can't find time to say "Thank you, my dear" to my wife who works hard to run the house.

Now, after nearly a year, I returned home and once again saw my wife who came to greet me with laughter and happiness on her face.

Malashenko, who felt unspeakable guilt in his heart, stepped forward, opened his arms and held his wife firmly in his arms. Feeling the long-awaited warmth, I was finally able to speak the words that were suppressed deep in my heart.

"Thank you for all your hard work, my dear, I'm back."

The height gap between her and her husband is quite large. Natalya, who could only stand on tiptoes to embrace Malashenko, heard this and quietly raised her head from her lover's arms with tears in her eyes and a smile at the same time.

Without too many words, he just slightly pulled down the arms around his lover's neck.

Malashenko, who felt the familiar touch on the back of his neck, also understood what his wife meant, and then he leaned forward with understanding, took his wife's waist and gently picked her up, and kissed her deeply for more than ten years. Seconds later, Malashenko heard the soft whisper.

"No matter the distance or where you are, welcome home, my dear."

The couple, who had not been intimate for a long time, did not realize until this moment that two young figures, one tall and one low, were snuggling up not far away and looking at each other. They were too sensible to bother their parents and just looked at them. .

The moment he stepped into the house, he forgot all the worries and bad emotions. Malashenko, who would never bring it to his family, immediately squatted down and opened his arms. The two young figures were connected all the way. He jumped into his father's arms as fast as he could.

"Two good sons, do you miss Dad? Dad, I miss you two little guys every day!"

Malashenko, one on the left, one on the right, and one in each hand, picked up both sons at the same time and was extremely happy.

The two little guys also very wisely followed their mother's instructions in advance and gave their father a kiss on each side of his face.

"You play with the children first, and I'll cook. Honey, they'll be ready soon!"

"Uh, want some help?"

It was only then that he noticed that his wife was still wearing a housework apron around her waist. Malashenko, who was holding his two sons in one hand and one in each hand, hurriedly asked. He was not joking or talking casually, but looked serious.

Unlike most Slavic men, General Malashenko was famous throughout the Red Army for his skill in cooking.

Don't think that Comrade Lao Ma can only lead troops to fight, develop troops, and serve as the principal of a military academy to teach students. When it comes to cooking skills, calling the cooks in the cooking class will basically result in being killed immediately.

Natalia, who knew that her husband was not joking with her, did not agree. While hurriedly tying the loose apron and walking to the kitchen, she did not forget to reply to Malashenko in the living room.

"No, you can play with the children. They have been pestering me all day long for my father, and they will definitely not be able to do without you now."

The sounds of pots and pans were heard from the kitchen along with his wife's voice. He indeed missed his family. Malashenko, who had missed his wife and children for a long time, no longer refused, but instead took his two sons to the sofa to play. , put on a serious appearance and spoke in a serious manner.

"Okay, now, which one of you two little rascals will report to Comrade Commander first?"

Because I have been busy with military school affairs and running around, I can hardly get away to go home.

Malashenko, who has been married to Natalia for 45 years, did not have his first son until 50 years ago. He is now 7 years old.

Regarding the question of what to name the child, Malashenko had discussed with Natalia for a long time.

In the end, with ardent expectations for the child's bright future, he named the child Nikolai.

Yes, this is the same name as the hero who died at Stalingrad train station. He is one of Malashenko's most unforgettable comrades in this life.

Not seeking to perform heroic deeds, but seeking to carry on the heroic legacy.

This is the common expectation of Malashenko and his wife for their child's future.

Two years later, Malashenko's second son was born.

This time, Malashenko, who had never forgotten another comrade who sacrificed his life, once again named his child after the hero Kirill.

Whenever the children asked where their names came from, their mother would tell the stories she heard from their father, hoping that her two sons would be heroes and like their father when they grow up. Become an upright man.

Time flies, and many years later, the two children have reached the age where they can start to remember things.

Although his opportunities are limited, Malashenko has never forgotten the education of his children. He couldn't help but want to test the two little guys, so he asked "What do you want to do when you grow up?" This is a question that many parents will ask their young children. question.

The answer I received was both reasonable and somewhat unexpected.

The two sons answered in unison that they wanted to be like "Nikle" and "Kiril" and become heroes who could truly inherit this name.

While encouraging and praising his two precious sons for their great ambitions, Malashenko could not help but return to the war-torn era, to Stalingrad shrouded in artillery fire, and to the city full of tank wreckage. Marinovo village.

Malashenko, who couldn't help but fall into memories, was a little absent-minded and could not speak for a long time.

Until the soft calls of his two sons in his arms brought his thoughts back to reality.

"Dad, you are crying. Why are you crying? Mom said that a family should be happy when they are reunited."

"Yes, dad, brother is right, you are crying."

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It was only then that Malashenko, who felt tears streaking his face, smiled instead, then hugged his two sons even more into his arms and spoke slowly.

"Good son! Dad misses you two so much that he sheds tears because of you. Don't tell mom so she won't worry. Remember?"