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appeared in front of me is a beautiful and quiet country life, like Turgenev's paintings of Russian landscapes. A delicate country house stands in the secluded artist village. In the distance are rolling coniferous forests, golden wheat fields and clear rivers. The family gathered together, spoke French, danced Cancan dance, ate snacks, sang "Madame Butterfly", recited Pushkin's verses, played family football, and talked about those old friends, Rachmaninov and the man who had been to Harbin. Bass Chaliapin. If it weren't for Stalin's name, if it weren't for the statue of Stalin hanging under the huge hot air balloon, I thought it was the daily life of aristocrats or intellectuals in the 19th century. When the ball of lightning leaped in the room, smashing a black and white photo, and lighting a corner of the forest, I began to feel an uneasy little flame licking my numb lips. When the mysterious summer Santa Claus Dmitry took off his sunglasses, took off his beard, and took off all his disguise, I learned that he was a messenger from hell. This borrowing from Gaidar's "Temu Er and His Companion" made me mistakenly think that this is the introduction to an interesting pastoral symphony poem, as if the flute is blowing out the clear breath of the forest. Draw a picture beautifully, and then use a knife to cut it from its diagonal, like cutting an innocent tomato. This is the honesty of the director Nikita Mikhalkov (he is the son of the writer Sergey Mikhalkov, whom I respect).
When Stalin’s comrade-in-arms and the hero of the Red Army, Colonel Kotov, used his blood and wounds on his face to tell me his pain with his low cry, of course I already understood what Mikhalkov wanted to tell me. . This is a fact that a person with a little historical knowledge or social experience can understand at a glance. But he combined this cruel point with a beautiful face, and put me and uncomfortable in a concentration camp under the covers, and he was not allowed to stick out his head. I think of a story about painting. A painter said, do you think it would be miserable to paint a poor man on a cloudy day? No, it is miserable if you paint this poor man on a sunny day. What a powerful contrast, so much extra sunlight shone on the grass and trees on the picture, but it happened not to the poor man. What kind of grief is this? "Scorching the Sun" (literally translated in Russian means "people burned by the sun") is full of fresh green and bright golden yellow, but the fate of people is different, "but the sky is cool for a long time. "The British habit of talking about the weather seems to have another meaning. What role does the environment play better? This question can definitely become a hot candidate for the academic year papers of the History Department, but if I were to do it, I might eat duck eggs because of unclear descriptions. I grew up on a farm and knew that duck eggs had a fishy taste and a primitive beast-like smell compared to eggs. Therefore, it was rarely fried in the countryside. Instead, salt was used to make it into preserved food. Is it hardship to send something to the salt or to the fire? Is it a test? When the original fishy duck eggs become civilized and delicious pickled eggs, I should understand what is meant by historical changes and what is meant by the power of reality.
None of these things can be discussed. What can be blamed for Dmitry in 1936? Not to mention that he repaid everything by lying in the bathtub. He was forced to betray his group, to abandon his lover, and to... the result of his love for life was to lose his dignity (though at the last moment, he regained his dignity by draining his blood). Where is Kotov? He has been fighting with Dmitry’s former group. He even seized the love of Dmitry’s former girlfriend Marusia. However, he was framed by Dmitry as an enemy of his group. He felt absurd and even angry. . He doesn't understand French, is vulgar and plain, he is actually an outsider of this noble family. Putting aside the political opposition between Kotov and Dmitri, we can see their opposition as another relationship, that is, the opposition of knowledge and ignorance, the opposition of education and vulgarity, the opposition of nobility and common people. In the political relationship, when he opposed Dmitry, he and his wife Marucha's family were in the same camp; but in the new relationship, he opposed Dmitry, that is, his wife's family. opposition. When Yelena finished singing "Madame Butterfly", everyone sighed: What a wonderful time before singing! Maruzia's uncle Fouchévalot said with emotion: "It's not too bad now. But the fragrance of life...the flavor of life has disappeared and is gone forever. There is nothing to dispute." This is The real theme of this family is also the inner theme of this idyllic poem with nostalgia. This faded theme is in contradiction with Kotov's new life theme. He belongs to a group of tanks that thunder in and a group of fighter jets flying in the sky. . Even for family entertainment, he transformed the noble croquet into a popular football. He was in the happiness of that huge portrait and at the same time in its punishment. Following him is the land surveyor-like truck driver in Kafka's "Castle", who haunts the whole film, looking for his destination but can't escape the trick of the magician of fate; Malusia is in love entanglement, fingers Knocking on the glass anxiously, the love crisis becomes insignificant in the face of the life crisis; lovely Nadya ran happily in the golden wheat field, she didn’t know that the danger lay in the graceful smile of Uncle Misha (Dmitry) ...... in
this 1994 recording, beginning in 1995, the film won the Cannes film Festival Award is the Kremlin's spiers / identification, an old man cleaning Overpass Bridge railing with faucet ......
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