King of 25 Cubs

"Cough, cough, cough!"

I choked on the milk and walked away from the window coughing into my mouth.

That girl is the tip next door, right?

Then it's Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky!

Why is he wearing Pinru's clothes? ! !

I feel that I still underestimate this person. His ability to bend and stretch is far beyond my imagination.

Fearing that Natasha, a silly girl, would be limped by the newly released big guy in women's clothing, I wiped my mouth and ran to the door quickly.

"Natasha, who is this?"

Through an iron gate, my eyes fell on Fyodor, and I looked at him calmly.

Well, it's pretty good-looking, women's clothing doesn't feel out of place at all.

I nodded in my heart.

"This is my new friend, Feodova, who is also a volunteer at the Maria Hospital for the Poor. Just now I met those gangsters on the road, and it was her few words that caused them to fight each other, so we had the chance to run away return."

As soon as the words were finished, the tycoon in women's clothing looked at me, raised the corners of her lips slightly, and said slowly, "Hello, my name is Feodova Dostoevskaya."

For a child in the unchanging period, his voice is really indistinguishable from male and female, and there is no need to use false sounds.

I:"……"

This person has even changed his name to a matching female name.

As expected of the childhood body of Lao Fei next door, he is very cautious.

After saying his name, Fyodor looked at me quietly with his beautiful purple eyes, as if waiting for me to exchange names.

"...My name is Uchiha Grape."

Natasha opened her eyes wide, with a puzzled look on her face: "Hey, isn't your name Maria Isayeva?"

Ikue Takaho applied for the new certificate, my nickname is indeed this.

In Russia, names like Maria, Anna, Natasha are common.

"Hey, I was just joking."

Fyodor... No, the woman who has been upgraded to Fyodova nodded slightly at me: "Nice to meet you."

Afterwards, he restrained himself not to stay here any longer, bid farewell to Natasha, turned around and walked towards Maria Hospital for the Poor.

I quietly grabbed Natasha's sleeve and asked her in broken Russian: "Fyodor...Where is the baby's home?"

"She's not from the town anymore, but she's in the hospital now, and the hospital will provide volunteers with accommodation and two meals a day."

By the way, the distance between the poor hospital and the orphanage is only 300 meters.

Now it's really becoming a "next door" tip.

I looked at Natasha with complicated eyes: "You...forget it."

I wanted to remind Natasha to stay away from Feodova, but he gave Natasha a good impression, and I have no reason to prevent the two from making friends, and it is easy for her to have a rebellious mentality, and then be noticed by the tip next door Something is wrong.

I thought about it and asked Natasha, "Does the hospital still lack volunteers?"

"Does Maria want to go too?" Natasha looked at me in surprise: "Volunteering is very good and you can learn a lot!"

Natasha is such a motivated child.

But I was mainly afraid that Feodova would cause trouble, so I wanted to keep a close watch on her.

Moreover, it doesn't matter whether you learn something or not, I just want to see the daily life of women's clothing in Tip next door.

The subject changed, and Natasha said in a worried tone: "But with your level of Russian... well, let me ask the head nurse, I should be able to let you stay."

At dinner, Dean Karama, who rarely had a clear mind, announced at the dinner table that he would take everyone to ice fishing the next day.

The children seemed happy, and even Natasha decided not to volunteer at the hospital.

Winter in Russia is in November and May of the following year. Although it is February now, the average temperature can still reach minus 16 to 8 degrees Celsius.

As a creature who is afraid of the cold, I decided to cat a day in the orphanage tomorrow.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I woke up in the morning, Natasha dragged me out of the bed and quickly wrapped me in a cotton padded jacket.

"I don't want to go! Don't go, don't go! I want to stay in the house and warm myself by the fire!"

Like a real child, I yelled dissatisfiedly: "It's too cold outside!"

I said these words in Japanese, and Natasha did not understand them.

"Staying indoors all the time is not good for your health, you have to go out and do some exercise."

As she spoke, she tied the scarf and hat on me like a big sister.

"Let's go, let's go out and play~"

Seeing that everyone attaches great importance to group activities, I didn't want to spoil the fun, so I wrapped up a thick coat and followed out.

Dragged half-dead to the river, I squatted not too far away to watch Karama and the children dig a hole in the ice and fish with homemade tools.

After a while, they really caught a catfish that was forty or fifty centimeters long.

Afterwards, the children started to move around freely. Seeing me squatting on the side alone, not wanting to participate, Karama came over to chat with me.

"Don't you like winter?" he asked me in English.

"It's too cold here in winter."

I said vaguely: "I like places where the seasons are like spring. The average temperature in winter should not be below zero. It would be even better if there is a sea." For example, Yokohama.

Dean Karama laughed boldly and patted my shoulder heavily: "You are not used to it."

I smiled wryly.

Probably never get used to it.And it won't take long to adapt, and I can leave this ice and snow.

Afterwards I talked a lot with Dean Calama.

Including how the Maria Orphanage was established, where the children in the orphanage came from, what their parents did, why they became orphans, and so on.

After chatting, I realized that these children are descendants of criminals.

Most of their parents or grandparents committed serious crimes, some are still serving sentences in prison, some have died, and some are still at large, abandoning their children as a burden on the way to escape.

Dean Karama also said that these children were originally sent to various welfare institutions, and after living there for a period of time, they were abandoned again.

Perhaps it was because of being discriminated against as an elder that he could not live in the original orphanage; perhaps it was because of the bad habits of his parents and grandparents that he was kicked out for petty theft.

In the end, these deported children were transferred to this small town and sent to the Maria Welfare Institute.

Dean Karama scratched his hair and said roughly: "When the new relief money arrives, I will consider hiring a teacher to give lectures to the children. Now it is too difficult for them to return to school to live a normal life."

His tone was a little emotional: "I am not qualified to educate them, I hope their future will be different."

I listened quietly, and when Karama stopped talking, I asked him, "Dean, what did you do before?"

The dean fell silent for a long time before he said, "I have also served a sentence and have a criminal record."

He said that when he was in his twenties, his wife and newborn daughter were killed by a neighbor, so he took a kitchen knife and hacked to death the neighbor's animal and its family members.

"I heard that you set the rules for this month, and taught these little bastards to be obedient?"

The dean's big beard covering his lips moved slightly, as if he smiled: "Obviously you are a child, you are more suitable than me to be the dean."

I think of Natasha, who is only 14 years old but has been a volunteer in the hospital for six years and dreams of becoming a nurse in the future. I smiled and said: "No matter what, you have provided these children with a place to shelter from wind and rain, and you have a choice. A chance to dream. But you'd better drink less."

The dean laughed: "You are making things difficult for others."

After a pause, he asked again: "Maria, for you, this is not the place that protects you from the wind and rain."

I froze for a moment and turned my head: "Why do you say that?"

"Your eyes are always looking far away. They tell me that your heart is not here."

This time it was my turn to fall silent.

Where is the place that can shelter me from the wind and rain?

For me it didn't exist in the beginning and then it became the master.

I learned from my master, grew up, became strong enough to protect myself, and then started a long journey with both wind and rain.

I raised the corners of my lips and said to Dean Karama: "I am already the one who can protect others from wind and rain."

"He's still an 8-year-old kid, so how can he speak old-fashionedly?" Dean Karama muttered.

"Kalama, we're going to play sledding!"

Several children shouted this way from a distance.

"Wait, little ones!"

Dean Karama roared, patted the snow foam on his pants, turned to me and asked, "Are you going to go sledding?"

"Not yet."

I waved my hand, still not participating, watching them playing and playing from a distance.

"Crack!"

A small voice came into my ears.

A child jumped up happily in the distance: "One more time! One more time!"

"One last time." Dean Karama dragged the sled back to the starting point.

"Crack!"

The bad voice sounded again.

Damn no!

I suddenly had a bad premonition, but the accident was even more violent than my premonition.

Cracks suddenly appeared on the ice, and quickly spread from the children's side to my feet. With a crisp sound, the ice layer under my feet suddenly cracked.

It happened so suddenly, in a blink of an eye, my feet slipped, and I felt a sense of weightlessness, and fell straight into the ice hole in a daze.

"Pfft!"

"Maria!"

Before I was completely submerged, I heard Natasha screaming and Dean Karama trying to run to save me.

Fuck, can you stand still and don't move! ?

The ice layer is so fragile, if a few more fall, I will have to work hard to pick you all up.

Before I emerged from the water to warn, a child's arm suddenly penetrated into the ice hole and grabbed me.

Natasha?

I grabbed the slender wrist, stepped on the water with my legs, and emerged from the water with the strength of that arm.

When the cold wind blows, I shiver, and the water-soaked thick down jacket becomes heavier, like a cold steel plate.

I wiped the water on my face indiscriminately, and finally saw who was holding me back.

Fyodor! ?

"The ice here is very brittle, don't come here!"

He knelt on the ice that was not very strong and could break at any time, leaned forward, held my hand tightly, and pulled me out of the water with both hands.

I turned my eyes slightly and saw the little plush skirt on his body.

Not Fyodor to be precise.

It was Fyodova Dostoevskaya.

I blinked my eyes in confusion, just for a moment, my upper and lower eyelashes were almost frozen.

"You're welcome, I'm just a kind passer-by."

Fyodor coughed twice and raised his eyebrows, as if pointing something.

This sentence was still spoken in an authentic Oxford accent.

"..."

I clasped my arms tremblingly, and suddenly I felt even colder.

In the end I was sent to the Maria Poor Hospital.

Originally, Dean Karama thought that I would be fine if I took a hot bath, but Natasha insisted on sending me to the hospital, and said that I was different from other children, and looked delicate and weak.

Sorry for embarrassing the fighting nation.

Not convinced, I said, "Big Bear II was brought back by me!"

Dean Karama rubbed his nose and said: "The bears in the mountains here are very friendly and have high IQs. They love peace and don't fight much. They can help push wheelchairs for the elderly, and they will take the initiative to come back with people, so that someone can provide them with food. and honey."

I opened my eyes wide in surprise.

What, I thought you were ferocious housekeeping beasts, but I didn't expect you to be sweets who only know how to eat honey!

I just said that with my eight-year-old physical ability, how could I bring them back so easily.

It's nothing, not as good as a social goose!

Although I was admitted to the hospital at Natasha's insistence, fortunately, I only had a low-grade fever and sneezing for a few days.

But I also got to know the head nurse of the poor hospital.A week later, under Natasha's advice, I, who can't speak Russian very well, managed to stay in the hospital and became a volunteer.

I was assigned to intensive care unit 1.

The patients here are all in the terminal stage, that is to say, there is no treatment plan, and they are basically waiting to die.

Due to the public welfare nature and limited resources of the poor hospitals, more medical resources will not be invested in such patients. Only volunteers occasionally come to provide them with psychological counseling and hospice care.

"I told you that you would be left behind." Natasha whispered to me: "There are never too many volunteers. Every newcomer will work in No. 1 for a while at the beginning until a new one is replaced. But those patients... …Well, it’s a little troublesome, but you’ll know when you go in.”

She took me to the door of the No. 1 intensive care room, and before I knocked on the door, she turned around and ran, her steps seemed to fly.

Feeling even worse...

I swallowed, and quietly pushed the door open a crack in fear.

A familiar figure instantly came into view.

That person was bathed in the bright sunshine, her pale protective overalls could not hide her elegant temperament, her beautiful side face was tightly tensed, the whole person seemed to be under extremely low pressure, and she was using very stiff movements... jumping on the grass skirt dance? ? ?

Oh my God, isn't this the beautiful Siberian girl Feodova!

Her dancing posture is so enchanting and moving, I was almost fascinated by her after reading all over the flowers~

"puff!"

I covered my mouth, my face turned red trying to hold back the smile.

He suddenly turned his head to look at me, and all kinds of emotions of astonishment, embarrassment, shame, and anger flashed in his eyes for a moment.

Oh, it's still fun in childhood, the old Fei next door will never show this kind of expression eight years later.

I really want to record it and show it to his subordinates and companions eight years later.

I thought leisurely.

It's a pity that this child's ability to control his emotions is very strong now. He quickly regained his composure, and said to a room full of sick patients with no expression on his face: "A newcomer is here. If you need anything in the future, you can find her."

He dragged me into the middle of the room without any explanation:

"Newcomers, your job is to please them, and now your job is to dance."

I blinked: "... what?"

What happens if you don't jump?

I was just about to ask this question, but before I could open my mouth, everyone in the room was clutching their quilt corners, pinching their handkerchiefs, brewing tears, and ready to go.

"Woo... I won't see Feodova dancing the hula anymore, she dances so well!"

"I don't know if the newcomer can dance..."

"We will miss you, Feodova~"

……

I was dumbfounded.

Where did this group of actors come from? !

Fyodova's face fell, and she answered the question I hadn't asked before.

"If they don't dance, they cry."

I:"……"

"Good luck."

Fyodova opened the door grimly.

Under the eager eyes of the patients, I turned my head mechanically.

"My little granddaughter died when she was born. If she is still alive now, she should be as old as you."

1 The grandfather on the bed had tears in his eyes.

"My daughter was the same age as you when she died. She was lively and lovely. When she was alive, she always sang and danced to me, and said she would become a star in the future."

The 2-bed grandmother pressed the corners of her eyes lightly.

"My lover passed away early... Well, we are the same sex, and I am about to go to heaven to reunite with him. The last wish in my life is to go back to the time when we were on vacation in Hawaii, the sun, the beach, the hula dance..."

The handsome uncle on the third bed bit his handkerchief.

……

"Wait!" I turned around and rushed to hug Feodova's arm, wanting to cry without tears: "Don't go, I can't bear it alone!"

Feodova brushed away my fingers one by one with a cold expression, and slammed the door with a bang.

I turned my head tremblingly, and saw pairs of old and muddy eyes, but glowing eyes.

I regret so much, I don't want to be a volunteer!

·

This morning, I danced, sang, performed acrobatics, and told fairy tales from the Thousand and One Nights.

As far as I am stuttering and do not know many words in Russian, the patients in the No. 1 ICU did not dislike me, and even corrected my pronunciation from time to time.

As much as I wish they would get impatient and kick me out, alas, they didn't.

During the lunch break, I lay down on the table in the cafeteria and sighed: "Those old urchins can really trouble people..."

Natasha tore open the bread, dipped in the soup on the plate, and said absently: "Those people are difficult to deal with...but they are also quite pitiful. Their family members have long since passed away. They are old and sick. I can live on meager government relief money, so my temper is a bit weird."

Natasha's voice changed, and she said vaguely, "They're not bad people after all...you'll know later."

After lunch, in order to return to the ward later, I wandered around on other floors for a while.

Then, outside the washroom, she met Feodova.

Hey, what a coincidence!

In an instant, I suddenly understood Dazai's feelings when he ran into me outside the bathroom in Hong Kong and Hei.

I showed a surprised expression: "Oh, you also come to the toilet?"

Without waiting for the other party to refuse, I pretended to be affectionate and took Feodova's arm, ignoring his cold face and death gaze, and said with a smile, "It happens that I'm going too, let's go together, sister~"

The author has something to say:

After Dostoevsky's second wife Anna married him, she changed her name to Dostoevskaya.

Maria's surname, Isayeva's ex-husband's surname is Isayev, I want to check her maiden's surname, but I can't find it, so I simply use this.

However, Maria's parents were French, so she may be of mixed race, or she may be pure French.

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After Chapter 30, continue to tell the story of the third Yuantuo and his first wife Maria.

On the day of parting, Tuo cried like a child. With the company and help of his friends, he went to see Maria off, and met with Maria alone under the opportunity created by his friends.

How did you meet?

Todd's friend got Maria's husband Isaev drunk and dragged him into his carriage, and Todd got into Maria's carriage, in which Maria and Isaev's son were also sleeping. with...

(To make a complaint, Tuo is a very good friend, rich and well-connected, he helps Tuo in his career, and also helps Tuo pursue a married woman)

After parting, Tuo and Maria began to write letters frequently.

But Isaev got terminally ill and died not long after, and Maria returned to being single.

Could it be that she and Tuo are together like this?Could it be that simple?

Predict what will happen in the future, and listen to the next decomposition.

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感谢在2020-06-0223:43:50~2020-06-0512:17:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 5 bottles in the day and night; 233651 bottles in the south wind and north direction;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!