"The Dawns Here Are Quiet" is a Soviet novel. It tells the story of five female soldiers engaging in a fierce and brutal pursuit battle with the German army in the forest during the Great Patriotic War in 1942.
The girls died one after another. Finally, squad leader Lida was seriously injured. In order not to drag down her comrade Vaskov, she shot herself.
In order to avenge his comrades, the angry Vaskov destroyed the German camp in the forest and captured the German soldiers.
The story ends with the white-haired Vaskov taking Lida's son to the forest where the female soldiers died in battle and erecting a marble tombstone for them.
Young people born in peacetime passed by here laughing and joking, and when they saw the tombstones, they all stood in silence to express their respect.
This novel was adapted into a movie and a play, and later a song with the same name. It has touched countless people in the decades since its creation.
The name of Lejing's new film is a tribute to this great classic. As for the content of the film, it is a completely different story.
Le Jing's version of "The Dawns Here Are Quiet" is a large-scale memoir, a story about rusty guns and cannons and the passionate old times, about faith, about blood, about love and life without tombstones, and about the steel giants who died suddenly at the end of the 20th century.
The story begins with the memories of a disabled veteran and ends with memories.
The whole story is nothing but the echo of the times and the glory of the past in the faint memories.
Therefore, the heavy sense of fate that permeates the era and makes people breathless becomes more gripping, epic and tragic.
No matter what era it is, no matter where we are, as long as humans are still emotional animals, this story from the old times can still resonate with countless people.
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When the filming of "The Dawns Here Are Quiet" was completed, it was dusk. The setting sun in the sky was gorgeous and blood-red, just like the Soviet Union soaked in blood that year.
Le Jing turned off the camera, looked at the excited crew, and smiled with relief.
Finally finished filming.
The film was finally completed after more than four months of shooting from the end of March to mid-August, just in time for the National Day celebration.
If it weren't for the strong support from the country, the filming process would not have been so smooth.
Many of the actors in the film are veteran actors from Europe, and Le Jing doesn’t have the face to invite them.
It was only after the leader read his script and gave instructions, asking relevant departments to cooperate with Le Jing's work, that he was able to successfully gather enough actors.
"The Dawns Here Are Quiet" is based on Soviet history, and naturally the majority of the main and supporting characters are European faces.
The crew members came from all over the world and spoke a variety of languages. Although the four months of coordination were difficult, the final result was very gratifying - this is undoubtedly a masterpiece.
"I'm very happy." The young man spoke, his voice was not loud, but the noisy crew gradually quieted down. Facing countless pairs of kind eyes, the young man smiled softly, like a quiet breeze blowing through the canyon, smoothing out the fine lines on the waves: "You all tried your best to contribute the most outstanding performance, I am proud of you."
"I dare not say that this movie will make you famous in history, but one thing is certain..." The young man's eyes were firm, as if he was speaking the truth: "This is a good movie."
After a brief silence, the staff and actors smiled and applauded enthusiastically.
Several actors of Russian descent raised their hands and shouted, "Ura!" "Ura!" just like in the movies.
Le Jing was slightly startled, and he actually felt as if he didn't know what day it was. In a trance, he even had the illusion that he was still on Earth.
At this moment, he suddenly felt homesick.
He had been traveling alone for so long that his memories of Earth seemed like a dream.
There is an old soul beneath the young skin.
If it could be included in the Guinness World Records, his survival record would probably take hundreds of years to break by humans who cracked the genetic code for longevity.
He didn't know how long this sudden journey would last, nor did he know where the end of the journey would be.
But the only thing that is certain is that he had a wonderful and splendid life.
Even if the journey ends in the next moment, there will be no regrets.
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By September 20th, Xie Xun was already becoming restless.
Tomorrow is the premiere of "The Dawns Here Are Quiet".
He received the tickets for the premiere half a month ago and had been looking forward to it for a long time.
"The Dawns Here Are Quiet" was invested and distributed by the Central Propaganda Department of the People's Republic of China. Many domestic and overseas celebrities and veteran actors joined the film. It is this year's National Day tribute film. It has already attracted countless eyeballs and has received considerable attention overseas.
At the same time, due to the special background of the producer and the special release date, the film was naturally interpreted by the outside world to have countless political meanings. The young man Shi Jing also became the topic of conversation for countless people at home and abroad.
Although works such as "Chronicles of Literary Masters of the Republic of China", "The Empress's Royal Dog", "The Young Marquis of Fenglangjuxu", "Small Figures in Ancient Earth History" and "The Mystery of Empress Wu Zetian" have long proved Le Jing's talent, it is still a bit worrying for a 25-year-old young man to independently shoot a National Day tribute film.
Can he really handle such a grand subject?
Isn't it too careless to choose such a young boy to make a film?
Before watching the movie, Xie Xun looked up a lot of information about the Soviet Union and gained a preliminary understanding of this great country that died young.
But after all, it has been a long time and there is limited information on the Internet, so the Soviet Union left countless mysteries for Xie Xun.
Therefore, Xie Xun is looking forward to how Le Jing will shoot this film and from what angle he will interpret the Soviet Union.
Although he had no basis for it, he just had a hunch that Shi Jing would hand in an excellent answer that would leave all those who doubted him speechless.
September 21st at 8pm.
The Beijing Grand Theater was brightly lit and star-studded, and those invited to watch the movie were all big names in the industry. Xie Xun spotted Xu Donghan, Cao Desheng, An Yun and others among them.
It is said that Xie Xun was able to get this movie ticket thanks to his long-term support for Shi Jing Films. Besides him, their editor-in-chief was the only one in their magazine who accepted the invitation.
When Xie Xun took out the ticket, he attracted countless envious glances.
So this time he must write an excellent film review. He is very confident in the quality of the film. After all, this is a film released by the state, and the quality is guaranteed.
After the interview with the reporter, the film started playing at 8:30.
Xie Xun put on a holographic helmet and immersed himself in the plot.
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[It was a bright spring day with a clear blue sky. The noisy sound of car bells startled a few white doves. Children were running around in the square with laughter. There were green trees on the side and girls and boys were singing and dancing.
It was a peaceful morning.
There was melodious music coming from a house on the street.
The phonograph was turning, and passionate music was playing in this small room:
"This march is inspiring. It recalls the time when the invading army pressed on the border and the soldiers left their homes and boarded the train. This song accompanied them on their journey to the battle.
We sang it when we conquered the Winter Palace in 2017 and sang it when we entered Berlin in 1945. Russia stood up and was united as one, going through many storms and hardships over the years.
If one day, the motherland calls us, we will rise up and join the sacred war for the motherland.
If one day, the motherland calls us, we will rise up for the motherland and throw ourselves into the sacred war - the sacred war..."①
The old man stood in front of the mirror, slowly putting on his old military uniform, his hands as trembling as a dead tree pinned medals one after another on his chest. The medals were old and new, the newest ones were shining, and the oldest dozen medals were dull.
Amid the majestic and tragic music, the old man slowly straightened the brim of his hat, hunched over, and limped out of the house with the help of a cane.
The camera zoomed in downwards, revealing that his trouser legs were empty, with a small section of a mechanical leg faintly visible at the bottom of his trousers. It turned out that a mechanical prosthesis was supporting his body.
He slowly crossed the bustling square, quietly passing by the young people playing and laughing.
The crowd gradually quieted down. The laughing young people stopped laughing and stared solemnly at the old man's hunched back. Someone shouted, "Ura!" "Ura!"
The old man slowly turned around, tried to straighten up, stretched out his right arm and shouted: "Hula!"
This "Ura" completely ignited all the young people, and everyone shouted enthusiastically:
"You are a true hero!"
"Long live the heroes!"
"Can you tell me your name?"
“Tell us your story!”
The old man narrowed his eyes, as if immersed in distant memories. "Where should I start..." He said slowly: "Let me tell you my name first."
"Because I am the youngest son in the family, my mother named me Menshak. I am also the only child alive in the family." The old man said calmly, with a faint smile on his face. "I am not a real hero, because real heroes have died on the battlefield, just like my father and brothers and sisters."
The young people immediately showed confusion and sadness on their faces, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."
"No, don't regret it." The old man waved his hand, his cloudy eyes sparkling with water: "They are going to the Soviet Union now, where all our comrades are."
The old man pounded his waist, his eyes unconsciously following the jumping white doves in the square, but in his mind appeared the young men and beautiful girls roaring and rushing into the war amid the gunfire and broken walls, blocking the spewing gunfire with their flesh and blood.
"What will I tell them after I die?" the old man asked unconsciously. "The Soviet Union is gone, our country has perished, how will I tell them? How can I tell them this?"
The young people looked at each other in panic but could only remain silent, not knowing what to say to comfort the sad old hero.
"Today is Victory Day. I want to meet some of my old friends. Do you want to join me?" The old man smiled wistfully: "I can tell you some of their stories."
"Okay, we'll go with you."
The old man was limping in front with a cane. He was not tall, but the young man was looking up at his back.
Finally, the old man stopped at the Martyrs' Cemetery, where flowers were clustered in front of the cemetery, and endless green trees surrounded densely packed tombstones.
"There are still many people who don't have tombstones." said the veteran. 】
The author has something to say:
① "Farewell to the Slavic Woman"
I recommend the NetEase Cloud Music Playlist "Original Soviet Union Chorus". When I was writing this chapter, the music in my ears was passionate, tragic, desolate, or brave and fearless. My heart was surging, my thoughts were in a mess, and the gunfire was flying in front of me. It seemed that I had traveled back to the era when people defended their beliefs with blood.
The next chapter completes the movie content.
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