Under the pure blue sky, there are white tombstones of different heights. The sunlight gently kisses the tombstones, just like the affectionate farewell that year.
That year was a time of chaos and war, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, which led to the square where white doves fly over today.
There were some moisture in the corners of An Yun's eyes.
This peaceful scene made his heart sad and bitter. Although he had never experienced that era, he still shed tears at this moment for the hard-won peace.
During the three hundred years of darkness, there lay an endless number of tombstones.
[The young man looked at the densely packed tombstones in shock, and was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.
The old soldier limped into the Martyrs' Cemetery, looking at the tombstones all over the mountains. He leaned on his crutches, held his head high and chest out. The heavy medal on his chest sparkled, and he slowly saluted.
"Comrades, I'm here to see you."
The young people watched this scene quietly, their expressions solemn, their young and pure eyes sparkling with tears.
The old soldier turned around, his voice was hoarse as always, but it was full of power that could not be ignored: "Follow me." He could not hide his pride and said: "Let me introduce my comrades to you."
The old soldier put down his hand, limped to a tombstone and stopped.
The white tombstone is clearly engraved with Chinese and Russian languages.
Wang Qingchen (1890-1918): A Chinese man sleeps here. He is a soldier and a Marxist. In order to realize communism, he fought to the last moment and then fell asleep forever in Vila Station. ①
"Chinese?" The young people were all shocked. "Why are there Chinese people here?"
The veteran replied: "I have never met him, but I know him. He is a hero.
He was a Chinese laborer who later participated in the October Revolution..."
The old man's eyes were empty, and he was lost in long, distant memories. 】
Chinese? Xie Xun could hardly believe his ears. He did not expect that the first martyr in the film would be a Chinese.
Why is there a Chinese lying in the Soviet Martyrs' Cemetery? What happened to him? Why did he die?
Xie Xun had endless questions in his mind, and only the following plot could give him answers.
[October 1917.]
"Power belongs to the people!" "Get out, capitalists!" "Oppose war!" "We want bread!" The parade passed through the streets and alleys, and workers from all walks of life raised their arms and shouted, the crowd was excited.
Six-year-old Menshak lay on the windowsill, curiously watching the huge crowd of demonstrators. Among the Russians with high noses and deep eyes, the yellow people were particularly eye-catching.
As they passed the window sill, Menshak couldn't help asking, "Where are you from, sir?"
The yellow people stopped, and one of them answered his question in unskilled Russian: "We are from China, and we used to work in the Kama mining area in the upper reaches of the Volga River."
"China? This is the first time I've seen Chinese people." Menshak asked in confusion, "Why did you come to Moscow?"
The Chinese people looked at each other and smiled: "We are here to join the revolution."
Menshak was even more confused, "What is revolution?"
"You'll know when you grow up."
The Chinese people waved goodbye to him and continued to follow the team.
"Menshak! I've told you many times, stop looking, or the police will arrest you!" The mother slammed the window shut and glared at him angrily with her hands on her hips.
Menshak shrank his neck and said, "Mom, I just saw a few Chinese people. Where is China?"
The mother curled her lips, and a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes: "Chinese people are all bad guys and liars." She warned her children earnestly: "Don't get close to Chinese people, they know terrible witchcraft."
Menshak nodded, not quite understanding.
Outside the window, there were suddenly several sharp gunshots, and then there were blood-curdling screams, shouts and running sounds on the street.
“Murder!”
"The police killed someone!"
"Help! Help us!"
Outside the house, screams, cries for help, the sound of running and trampling, and sharp gunshots mixed together, and inside the house was deathly silent.
Menshak's face was pale, his frightened eyes were filled with tears, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Mom? What happened? Are they going to die?"
The mother's face was frozen. She blinked her eyes desperately, and her voice was like a taut string: "It has nothing to do with you, it has nothing to do with you!" She said: "You are not allowed to join them!"
…
On November 7, the huge cruiser fired shells in the direction of the Winter Palace, and fully armed soldiers surrounded the Winter Palace.
Two hours later, a red flag was raised over the Winter Palace. The bright yellow sickle and hammer on the flag announced the power of the proletariat to the whole world.
…
"But the war did not stop. The civil war began. Western capitalist countries did not want to see the birth of our socialist country, so they joined forces with domestic rebel forces to launch a war against our young Soviet regime. From 1918 to 1922, many of our comrades died, but more people joined us." The elderly Menshak gently stroked the name on the tombstone with his fingers, speaking softly, as if afraid of disturbing the hero's sleep. "This comrade is from China, from the Red Eagle Regiment, they helped us win the Battle of the Volga."
Picture after picture appeared as the old man spoke.
In the spring of 1918, newsboys ran through the streets of Moscow, waving newspapers and shouting: "The Chinese Red Eagles defeated the White Army and defended the Volga River!"
People on the street were talking about:
"Give me a newspaper!"
"Chinese people, well done!"
"Hurrah! Hurrah! Long live the Red Eagles!"
Menshak looked curiously at his father who was sitting at the dining table reading a newspaper. His father kept muttering excitedly, "Well done to the Red Eagles!"
"Grefan, Grefan!" (Russian: A true friend)
Menshak was curious: "Dad, are all the Red Eagles Chinese?"
Dad nodded: "Yes."
Menshak was puzzled: "But mom said that Chinese people are bad guys and liars who use witchcraft."
Dad retorted loudly: "Your mother is wrong! The Chinese are our true friends!
Menshak asked again: "Dad, why should the Chinese help us?"
Dad looked solemn and answered word by word: "Because faith knows no national boundaries. They are all great communist fighters!"
Menshak nodded as if he understood, then smiled innocently, "The Chinese help us fight the bad guys, I like the Chinese."
…
The young people looked at the tombstone in shock, stammering: "I, I've never heard of this."
“They are heroes!”
"And then?"
"Then..." The elderly Menshak woke up from his memories and looked at the tombstone with numb calmness: "Then they all died."
"In the battle of Vilya Station, the Red Eagle Regiment and our Red Army fought the White Army for seven days and seven nights, but in the end, they ran out of ammunition and food, and no one survived."
Several girls suddenly burst into loud sobs. 】
Cao Desheng's eyes became moist.
The older he gets, the more he sees the fickleness of human nature, and the more easily he is moved by sincerity and passion.
No matter whether it was the Three Hundred Years of Darkness or the Ancient Earth Era, there were always people with great love, who wholeheartedly cheered, called out, and fought bravely for the fate of all mankind.
[Old Menshak stopped in front of another tombstone.
Nina Ivanovna Rogova (1915-1942): Mother, daughter, soldier. She saw off her father, brother, and husband. She was an excellent sniper and nurse, and she defended the dignity of the motherland with her blood.
A hint of water appeared in the old Menshak's eyes.
"This is my aunt's daughter, my little sister," he said softly. "After the civil war ended, there was peace for more than ten years, and then World War II broke out."
"The fascist allies led by Germany set the whole world on fire. Except for the North and South Poles, the whole world was covered in scarlet."
"In 1941, Nazi Germany tore up the Soviet-German Non-Aggression Pact and, together with its vassal states Hungary, Romania and Finland, launched a surprise attack on us."
"I was 40 years old at the time, the right age, and I responded to the country's call to join the army to protect our Soviets."
"Among the boys in my class at school, only I and another boy survived."
…
The war has been going on for a long time.
Under the powerful offensive of the evil Nazis, the Soviet army was defeated, large tracts of territory fell, and millions of soldiers and civilians died.
The political commissar said: "Although Russia is big, we have no way to retreat. Moscow is behind us!" Later, they won the Battle of Moscow, but the political commissar died in the battle.
Of the three Menshak brothers, he was the only one who survived.
Later, trains came one after another, bringing people over 60 years old and boys in the tenth grade.
Later, the train brought in women.
Nina, his little sister, held her four-year-old daughter's hand and carried a sniper rifle to the battlefield.
This was nothing strange at the time.
The women's fathers, husbands and brothers had all died on the battlefield, and their hometowns had also fallen, so the women had no choice but to take their children with them to fight.
“At the time, a million women fought in the war.
They are snipers, artillerymen, tank soldiers, signalmen, machine gunners, pilots, guerrillas, and of course doctors and nurses. "Old Menshak sighed softly, his expression both sad and proud: "Our Russian women are so brave and heroic."
A blonde girl asked with a trembling voice: "...How did Nina die?"
Menshak's vision was blurred by the blonde hair for a moment, and after a few seconds he answered, "I heard that she was killed by a bomb, along with her four-year-old daughter. There was no trace of her body left."
After a brief silence, the old man fondly stroked the name on the tombstone, his voice hoarse: "Later, a woman's name became widely known on the battlefield - Lyudmila Mikhailovna Pavlyuchenko. Like Nina, she was a sniper. She killed 309 German soldiers and became a well-deserved heroine in the war and a national role model."
"But no one knows Nina."
"Nina died too young."
"She hasn't had time to make any achievements yet."
Menshak tilted his head to look at the blonde girl, but his eyes seemed to be looking past her at another blonde girl.
The war did not remember the girl's face.
"But I remember."]
The author has something to say:
①②I made these two people up, but their deeds are true. They are the epitome of countless little people drowned by the war. Also, for the sake of artistry and dramatic conflict, please don’t investigate why they are buried in the same martyrs’ cemetery.
During the October Revolution that year, 30,000 Chinese laborers participated in the war. Among them, the Red Eagle Regiment led by Ren Fuchen was the most famous. If you are interested, you can search on Baidu.
Also, I have tried very hard to write, but the movie is still not finished qwq
I am an immersive writer, that is, an emotional writer. When I write, I must resonate with my own emotions to write good works, so every time I finish writing and updating, I feel exhausted. This time, in order to write about this movie, I looked up a lot of information, and I kept playing various tragic choruses of the Soviet Union in my headphones. I was in a very low mood, very uncomfortable, and wanted to cry. Only in this state can I write works that satisfy me.
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