"Goose Nanfei" movie script
Text/(Su) Victor Rozov
Translation/Li Xiaoyan
The moment before dawn. Embankment of the Moskva River near the Crimean Bridge.
Veronica and Boris were walking on the embankment. They are like all people who love each other, arm in arm, walking aimlessly and carelessly.
Veronica raised her head suddenly, looked at the clear cloudless sky, and said, "Boria, Boria, (note 1) look!"
Boris also looked up. A group of geese flew in the air calmly and solemnly.
Veronica sank into fantasy, she said softly:
The geese flew up to the sky,
A team of small spaceships,
Gray and white,
The nose is long and pointed.
At this time, a sprinkler came from behind Veronica and Boris. In an instant, the spray of water drenched Veronica and Boris from head to toe.
The lovers were a little bit at a loss, but this did not spoil their joy.
Boris wringed out the water from Veronica's hair. He took off his shirt and was caught on his lover's body, repeating her verse, sarcastically saying:
"Look, it's'big goose flying to the sky'."
Boris and Veronica were walking on the streets of Moscow. At this time, they were walking on the "historical avenue" leading to the Red Square. The clock on the Kremlin's Sbasker Tower struck four times. The sun rose above Moscow.
Veronica and Boris stood at the door of Veronica's house.
Boris: (softly) When will we meet next time?
Veronica: Thursday, still on the embankment.
Boris: Oh, so long to wait, little squirrel!
Hearing a dog bark, Veronica and Boris rushed to two places immediately: Pinronika ran up the stairs, and Boris hid under the stairs.
When the dog stopped barking, Boris flew up the stairs and went after Veronica.
Boris: Little squirrel! squirrel! Wait, we haven't said it yet.
Boris caught up with her on the third floor, and he gasped and said:
What time? What time is Thursday?
I heard the dog barking again. Veronica ran up again quickly, and Boris ran down a few steps.
Veronica stopped on it and stretched out five fingers-five o'clock.
Boris: (Very softly) I can't come. I don't get off work until six in the factory.
Veronica stretched out seven fingers with both hands.
Boris: Don't be too late!
Veronica: No.
She walked up. Boris followed her, but Veronica opened the door and disappeared.
At this time, a citizen in pajamas walked out from a door next door. He led a dog on a leash.
When the dog saw Boris, it barked and rushed towards him. Boris rushed downstairs like flying.
Veronica walked into the narrow and dark front room filled with furniture. She took off her shoes, tipped her toes, and walked through the aisle holding her breath.
She walked past the sleeping parents, opened her door, and then carefully closed it.
But at this time, Veronica Yun's father and mother opened their eyes-it was completely clear that they were not asleep, but were waiting for their daughter to come back.
Mother: She just fascinated him.
Father: He is the same. Whenever there is love, my dear, both of them will be dizzy.
Father turned over, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Veronica was in her room. She threw her shoes to the corner of the wall, went to open the window, jumped on the bed, buried her face in the pillow, and felt happy and happy again.
Boris is in the front room of his house. Like Veronica, he took off his leather shoes, tiptoed up, and walked to his room. When passing by the kitchen, he walked in and opened the small door of the cupboard and took out a piece of bread to eat. He lifted the lid of the pot slightly, and reached in to grab some macaroni.
He suddenly felt someone staring at him, so he turned around. This is grandma. She was tied up around her while looking at him.
Boris: Grandma, why are you still up?
Grandma: I have gotten up, Boria.
Boris was a little embarrassed.
He walked by his sister Irina, who was sleeping again, and Irina said sleepily:
"Don't dab, dab, dab, go out...always go out all night and all night..."
Boris: You don't need to be jealous!
Boris walked into his room, where his cousin Mark was sleeping.
Boris took off his jacket and put it on the chair by Mark's bed.
Mark: (closed eyes) Didn't you tear it?
Boris: Your shirt is good, don't worry.
Boris stretched happily, flicked his arms, and fell on the bed.
The dining room of Polozkin's house. Sitting around the table were Grandma Fedor Ivanovich, Irina, and Mark. A chair next to Irina is empty-this is Boris's seat, and grandma is cutting Sunday's cake.
Irina: (Glances at the empty chair) It's awkward, it's twelve o'clock, and he's still sleeping.
Grandma: He is busy at work and tired. Let him sleep more on Sunday.
Irina: His job can't be finished until he gets married.
Mark: You are behind him.
Grandma: Irina should be thinking about her dissertation, not marriage.
Markle: Uncle Fei Jia, look at it, she is going to pass you. She will be an associate doctor of medicine soon, but you are just a general doctor.
Fedor Ivanovich: If the child can't catch up with the parents, it means that the parents are not good parents, and the child is also a fool.
Grandma divided the cake among everyone's plates.
The grandfather clock struck twelve times. Then immediately rang the radio call signal. Everyone listens carefully.
Announcer's voice: "Moscow Radio... Radio stations across the Soviet Union began to broadcast together..."
The noise of the crowd came from the street. Irina stood up from the table and ran to the balcony.
Irina: (while running) something went wrong.
Grandma: What happened? What's up?
Grandma and Fedal Ivanovich both got up from the table and walked to the radio.
Boris slept soundly in his bed. Mark ran into the room in a panic. He shook Boris's shoulder and shouted:
"Borea, Balka, there is a war! Wake up, there is a war!"
Boris opened his eyes laboriously.
Mark: The war is on, do you hear it, Boria!
Boris: (closes his eyes again) Well, just hit it.
He moved to lie down a little more comfortably, and fell asleep again.
It is the embankment next to the Crimea Bridge again. Veronica put her elbow on the railing, and she stood here and waited.
Mark ran down to her quickly from the steps.
Mark: Hello, Veronica! Boris can't come. He was in the factory all day and night. Are you waiting for him?
Veronica: I won't wait for anyone.
Mark: Well, this is wartime, war! You know, the most important thing now is not to panic. To maintain a normal rhythm of life. I'm thinking of organizing a piano recital just for you. It can be developed! Are you here to listen?
Veronica: (thinking about yourself) Tell me, will you be drafted into the army?
Mark: I don't know...probably not.
Veronica: Why?
Mark: Hmm...people with special talents will be exempted from enlistment.
Veronica: Do you have special talents?
Mark: (half-joking, half-seriously) Oh, there is no doubt about it!
He laughed, and Veronica also laughed. However, this is not a pleasant smile.
It seemed that Mark had accidentally put her hand on Veronica's hand, but Veronica immediately got into this "unintentional" move, she drew her hand out resolutely and walked away. Mark followed her.
Veronica: (Pauses) Why do you keep pestering me? Isn't it embarrassing?
Mark: Embarrassed. I have sworn a thousand times...I also know that Boris is my brother, but I can't do anything about it by myself. no way!
Veronica turned around, not looking at Mark. Then she quickly walked down the stone steps to the side of Embankment Street.
Mark: Wait a minute!
He ran after Veronica. He caught up with her and blocked her way.
Mark: May I take you home?
Veronica: No, no need.
Veronica walked along the embankment with tank-proof iron briers. Mark leaned on the stone pillar of the bridge and watched Veronica go away.
Everyone was digging trenches in the yard of the factory where Boris worked. Among them are Boris and one of his colleagues-Engineer Kuzmin. They dug the soil fiercely with shovels.
Boris: Be careful, Anatoly Alexandrovich, so you will touch your feet immediately.
Kuzmin: Dear Boris Fedalovich, you have to get used to everything. It's a lot harder on the front line.
Boris: I won't put you on the front line.
Kuzmin: One of the two of us will stay-either you stay or I stay.
Boris: That's right, you will stay. You have knowledge and risk...
Kuzmin: But you have a greater strength-talent. You need to keep the drawings.
Boris: That must be.
Kuzmin: You know, my wife sewed me a beautiful backpack... Well, let's just like what everyone says: take the gun.
Boris: (Laughing) You have to pick up the gun!
Boris saw a man walking in the factory yard. He dropped the shovel and crawled out of the trench.
Boris: (Running in the yard and shouting) Stepan! Stepan!
Stepan and Sachkov, who were walking and talking in front of him, stopped. At this time the loudspeaker rang:
"The most important thing in air defense is..."
Boris ran to Stepan.
Boris: Schopper! (Note 2)...I'm sorry, Satchkov.
Sachikov nodded knowingly and walked away.
Boris: How is it, has the notice come down?
Stepan: Not yet. I simply don't understand: What are they still dragging there! Are you going home?
Boris: No, I...
Stepan: (slyly) Ah...understood. Well, say hello to her for me.
Boris: Okay.
Stepan put his arms around Boris's shoulders as they walked in the factory yard.
Stepan: Did you tell her?
Boris: No, why should I tell her too soon?
Stepan: Yes, that's right. Well, I wish you happiness and see you tomorrow.
Boris: Goodbye.
They shook hands and separated.
In Veronica's room. Standing across from Boris and Veronica was pulling a flannel blanket. They smiled indulgently.
Boris: Let go!
Veronica: Don't let go!
Boris: You are about to fall!
Veronica: Wait and see!
Boris: Listen, let go and let me use it as a blackout curtain! If you don't let go, I want to call the police!
Veronica: (laughing) I don't want any blackout curtains at all.
The blanket slid out of Veronica's hand, and she fell to the ground, but she immediately jumped up and ran towards Boris. Boris had already climbed onto the window sill, and put a blanket on the window as a blackout curtain.
Veronese Carla Boris's legs.
Boris: Little squirrel! Stop making trouble, I beg you!
Veronica hugged Boris' leg, leaned her head on his leg, and looked at her lover from below with a mischievous air.
Veronica: You didn't come to the river today, Mark is here.
Boris: So what?
Veronica: He looks pretty.
Boris: Everyone knows this.
Veronica: Don't you be jealous?
Boris: What? What?
Veronica: I said you are not jealous.
Perlis: I don't have that much effort.
Veronica: It's a pity.
She remembered something, turned and walked to the other side of the room.
Veronica: Tell you, I'm going to the School of Architecture in the fall...
Boris: Can you pass the exam...
Veronica: You don't need to worry about that.
Boris: (Teeasingly) I am a little skeptical.
Veronica suddenly circled around the house and sang in a low voice:
The geese flew up to the sky,
A team of small spaceships,
Gray and white,
The nose is long and pointed.
Little frog on the shore,
Clucking non-stop,
Jumping east and west,
Catch the little caterpillars.
Do you like this poem, Boria?
Boris: Very deep thinking!
Veronica ran up to Boris, hugged his leg, and said in her mouth:
The frog clucked,
The wild goose saw it,
Fly down,
Eat it in one bite.
While reading the poem, Veronica suddenly pulled Boris from the window sill. Boris fell to the floor. While he stretched out and lay there, Veronica immediately lifted one. Foot, stepped on his chest, looking at him with a victorious gesture.
Veronica: (laughing loudly) I am victorious, I am victorious, I am victorious!
She ran to the window sill again, and Boris followed closely.
Veronica: (Suddenly becomes very serious) Will you be drafted into the army?
Boris: Of course it will.
Veronica: It's better to go on your own initiative!
Boris: What's the matter? I'll go as soon as I say.
Veronica: You won't go anywhere. You know that you will stay here, so that's why you are so proud of me.
Boris: Why do you think so?
Veronica: I know: all smart people will be kept.
Boris: According to you, only fools go to war?
Veronica: (annoyed) I will never talk to you again.
Veronica went aside. Boris followed her.
Boris: Veronica! ...
Veronica covered her face with gauze curtains.
Boris: I want to have a good talk with you.
Veronica: But I don't want to talk about it. (She opens the curtains) Also, don't call me Veronica again. who am I?
Boris did not speak.
Veronica: I'm asking you, who am I?
Boris: Hey, little squirrel.
Veronica: That's right!
Boris: Listen to me...!
But Veronica didn't want to listen. She put her arms around Boris and whispered in his ear:
What gift will you give me tomorrow?
Boris: Secret!
Veronica: If it’s something delicious, I’ll eat it all at once, and then forget it... You’d better give me something that can be kept as a permanent memorial: I will forget it until I get old. No way...Kiss me!
Boris looked at Veronica, his eyes soft and melancholy. He kissed her gently on the tip of her nose.
Veronica put her arms around Boris's neck again and whispered:
"You know, as long as you are around, I'm not afraid of anything, not even war." She laughed, and then said: "Oh, I'm too much - I'm just afraid of the police."
Boris: (His eyes are very serious) Veronica...
Veronica: (not listening to Boris) You know what, Boris!
Boris: I don't know.
Veronica: When I get married, I will make myself a white dress, just like the one worn by grandma.
She pointed her finger at a picture in an old-fashioned frame that was hung on the wall. The photo shows Veronica's grandfather and mother. The grandfather is wearing a regular dress, and the grandmother is wearing a wedding dress, with an orange wreath on her head and a veil.
Veronica: I want to put on a long veil, you put on a black dress, let's go like this...
Boris: Go to the marriage registry.
Veronica: Okay?
Boris: It's a deal!
But when Boris said this sentence, his tone was not very firm, and it sounded like something absentminded.
He jumped to the window sill again to cover the window. The room went dark immediately.
Veronica: You know what, I like to cover the windows like this. Otherwise, what is going on in the house, you can see clearly from the window, but now...Kiss me!
Boris kisses Veronica. At this time, I heard the sound of ascending a door, and then a beam of light shone on the lovers.
Stepan's voice: Hello.
Veronica: Ah, Stepan!
She jumped off the window sill, ran to Stepan, and embraced him affectionately.
Veronica: Now I want to buy you something to eat!
Stepan: What to eat?
Veronica: Secret!
She ran into the kitchen, and Boris hurried to Stepan.
Boris: How is it, are you here?
Stepan: Coming.
Boris: Why don't you say it! Tell me quickly!
Stepan: That's it... the factory is all up! The boys are all rushing to the barbershop, I will come to you right away...
Boris: Hurry up.
Stepan: Wait, don't interrupt me. Didn't I say that the factory is all gone! The boys ran to get a haircut...
Boris: Can you please hurry up? !
Stepan: I have arrived at your house. Your family is in a hurry, they said, you are here... all waiting for you.
Boris: (Interrupting him) Which day will you report in?
Stepan: Today.
Boris: What?
Stepan: With luggage.
He showed Boris the notice.
Veronica ran into the room with a dish of cherries.
Veronica: Look, Scoop, what kind of cherries I made for you.
Stepan: (Immediately hides everything like a single) It's so beautiful!
Veronica looked at the serious faces of Boris and Stepan carefully.
Veronica: What are you talking about? ...
Boris: (in a low voice) The notice has arrived.
Veronica: (turns to Stepan) Really! For you?
Stepan: There is mine too. Both of us are voluntary.
Veronica: (Looking at Boris blankly) What, you are leaving... yourself?
Boris: Here comes the notice...
Veronica: Wait, what about me? What should I do?
Stepan: Okay, I'm leaving. I'm also at home... See you later!
Stepan walked out of the room quickly.
Boris took Veronica's head, brought her face to his own, and said:
"Little squirrel, I didn't want to tell you that tomorrow is your birthday... but you see, I have to go now."
Veronica: (coldly) Sure enough.
Boris wanted to say something, but after hesitating, he turned and walked quickly to the door. He had already walked into the next room, but at this moment Veronica suddenly yelled "Boria!" and ran towards him. She tried her best to restrain the emotional excitement, stopped by the door and leaned against the door frame. Boris walked up to her. They stared at each other silently.
Boris: Little squirrel, what's the matter with you? ! The wild goose flies to the sky... Do you like this poem?
Veronica: (forces a smile) Yes.
Boris: Nothing will happen! Can you hear me? In the future, we will live together for a long, long time, until we are 100 years old.
Veronica: Go ahead!
Boris leaned down to kiss Veronica, but she avoided it.
Veronica: We still have time to say goodbye. Go ahead, don't delay.
Boris: Are you coming to my house right away?
Veronica: Just go. You go.
Boris walked out of the room. Veronica seemed to froze in the middle of the door. Her wet eyes looked into the distance. The door rang, and then it fell silent, only to hear the wall clock ticking. The even sound of this pendulum is getting louder and louder...
The Polozkins are preparing to pack for Boris. Irina is ironing a male shirt. Grandma was putting things in the marching bag.
Grandma: Can't you let him stay until tomorrow?
Irina: If he is still at Veronica's house, it would be really shameful.
Grandma: Can't it?
Irina: The notice came down.
Grandma: Here comes a small piece of paper, and an adult should be taken away all at once, something in a blink of an eye!
Boris hurried into the room, followed by Mark.
Grandma: Borenka! Borea!
Boris: Did you call Dad?
Irina: He lost his temper on the phone! Why don't you say anything?
Boris: Just to not listen to these sighs.
Grandma: Boria...
Boris: (definitely) Alright, alright, alright. (He goes into his room)
Boris was scrolling up the drawings in his room and said to Mark:
Tomorrow you go to the factory and give these drawings to engineer Kuzmin. Remember it?
Mark: It must be done, it must be done.
At this moment, Malk secretly hid something in his duffel bag, avoiding Boris.
Boris: What are you stuffing in?
He walked to the rucksack and took out a scarf from it.
Mark took the scarf from Boris and wrapped it around his neck.
Mark: (As if suddenly remembering) By the way, it's time to buy a bottle of red wine. I will go now.
Boris went to his desk, opened a drawer, and took out a bag of things from it.
Boris: Grandma!
Grandma immediately appeared at the door of his room.
Boris: I have something to ask you... Wait a minute, it will be done soon.
He picked up a piece of paper, then picked up a pen and wrote on it.
Grandma: (looking at Boris sadly) Will you be sent to the front line right away?
Boris: (While writing a letter) Probably so.
When Boris finished writing, he opened the paper bag. Inside is an exquisite plush squirrel with a big furry tail and two furry pointed ears. A small basket was hung on it, which was filled with golden pine nuts, and the whole small basket was tied with a ribbon. Boris untied the ribbon, poured the pine nuts on the table, and folded the note on the bottom of the basket. Then put all the pine nuts into a small basket, tie them with ribbons, and wrap them with paper.
Boris: Grandma, you go and give this to her tomorrow morning. It would be better if it could be earlier.
Grandma: What is this?
Boris: She has her birthday tomorrow.
Grandma: (nodding head) I see...
Boris: In the future, if she has any difficulties...anything can happen during the war...you must help her more.
Grandma: What if I die?
Boris: You shouldn't die, especially now that you know so many secrets.
Grandma: Maybe I will die if I die.
The door of the outhouse rang.
Boris: Veronica is here.
He put the paper bag on the table and hurried to the door.
Grandma: (She has gone to the dining room) No, this is Irina.
Stairs of the Polozkin house. Fedor Ivanovich panted and hurried up the stairs. He pushed open the door of the dining room.
Grandma: (stacking the table) Thank God, but I'm back.
Fedor Ivanovich: Boris!
At this time, Boris was standing on the balcony. It seemed that he was looking at the street-to see if Veronica came. He heard his father's voice.
Boris: What, dad?
Fedal: Ivanovic, come here.
Boris walked to his father.
Fedor Ivanovich: I'm already twenty-five years old. If you don't hear anything, you are so muddled! Are we all kids! This is simply playing tricks with us! hide and seek! I want to do something romantic! Look how unique I am... Where is Irina? Where is Mark?
Grandma: Irina made coffee in the cupboard, and Mark went to buy red wine.
Fedor Ivanovich: Look, coffee, red wine...people are getting more and more vulgar, more vulgar! ...Irina!
Irina's voice came from the kitchen. "what?"
Fedor Ivanovich: Get it in the medicine chest on the old shelf.
After speaking, he turned around and asked Boris straightforwardly:
"Where is Veronica?"
Boris: (brainly) She has something.
Fedor Ivanovich: This is not good. What is "something"? The fiance is leaving!
Boris: I am not a fiance.
Fedor Ivanovich: Then what are you?
Boris: Nothing.
Fedor Ivanovich: What is "nothing"? This is a bit suspicious.
Boris: I didn't mean that, Dad.
Fedor Ivanovich: So what do you mean?
Boris: You have found enough to find the ballast!
Grandma: Why are you staring at him?
Irina walked in with a small bottle of alcohol.
Irina: I brought it from your first aid kit.
Fedor Ivanovich: You adjust the water according to the standard.
Mark: (appears at the door) I have red wine here!
Fedor Ivanovich: Keep it for yourself, we find something more enjoyable. Okay, everyone is here? Then all sit down!
Everyone sat down around the table when a bell rang in the front room.
Mark: (jumps from the table) Veronica!
Fedor Ivanovich: (to Boris) Go and meet your fiancee, the last husband!
Mark opened the door and walked in with two girls holding paper bags in their hands. This is Liuba and Dasha.
Liuba: We came from the factory, looking for Boris Fedalovich.
Mark: Please, please come in.
Irina: (whispering to Boris) I thought it was my fiancée here!
Dasha and Liuba walked to the table, holding paper bags in their hands, both of them looked serious.
Liuba: Boris Fedalovich, we come to see you on behalf of the people in the factory.
Dasha: Everyone wants us to give you these gifts and say a few words on behalf of the factory committee...
Liuba: Also the delegation organizes...
Fedor Ivanovich: (Interrupting her while taking the paper bag from the two girls) That is to say: Comrade Polozkin, we must fight until the last drop of blood and eliminate the evil fascism. We are in the factory, here, in the rear, we must complete and exceed the task...We all know these words! Sit down and make a toast to my son Balka, girls.
The two girls sat down at the table. Fedor Ivanovic poured wine for everyone. Then he stood up, raised his cup and said slowly in a low voice:
"Life on Earth has not been arranged as well as we had hoped... Now you are going to war. Boris."
Fedor Ivanovich stopped, as if the rest of the words were stuck in his throat. Boris understood Fedol Ivanovich’s state of mind. He raised his cup and said loudly:
"Come on, let's have a toast."
Fedor Ivanovich: For you!
Everyone drank silently.
Dasha: Yesterday we said goodbye to my brother, and my mother cried so uncomfortably!
Fedor Ivanovich: How about you?
Dasha: I cried too.
Fedor Ivanovich: Are you representing the factory committee or as a family member?
Dasha: (Laughs) As a family member.
Liuba: You know, there are only my three aunts and my mother in our family, and no one can give it away... It's a bit embarrassing to see people leaving from every family.
Fedor Ivanovich: Yes, when our people come back, you will envy us.
Mark: The scary thing is that not everyone can come back.
Fedor Ivanovich: Those who do not return will set him a towering commemorative plaque with the name engraved in gold... Pour another glass, Boris.
Boris: Irina, you come to pour, you come to pour, I take the gift in.
He picked up the paper bags from the table and walked into his room. There, he opened the drawer of the desk and took out a picture of Veronica. Look, this picture is on the palm of his hand. Above is Veronica's naughty smiling face.
Suddenly, Veronica's worried face appeared. She was sitting in a bus, holding a few packs of biscuits and a box of candy, and sticking her head out of the car window from time to time. Suddenly, the car came to a halt and stopped. Veronica squeezed to the door of the car and jumped from the pedal to the sidewalk.
The car stopped here because tanks that were out of sight were lined up on the road. Other traffic on the street stopped.
Many, many people are standing on the sidewalk.
Veronica ran to the side of the road, hesitated for a moment, then speeded up and walked towards the other side of the road, dodging among the fast-moving tanks with a heavy thud. It makes you feel that these steel monsters will crush a weak body to pieces at any time.
Boris stood in the middle of the room with a backpack on his shoulders. He hugged grandma, kissed her affectionately, and whispered in her ear:
"Grandma, don't forget."
Grandma made a cross for Boris.
Boris walked slowly to Mark and whispered to him:
"Mark, don't send me off, stay at home with my father."
Mark: I only get you on the tram.
Irina: (puts her hand on Boris's shoulder) Ok... go ahead!
Boris bowed her hand to her like a soldier, and said jokingly:
"go ahead!"
Boris walked around the room with a playful pace, until he reached the door of the room. Irina, Mark, Fedor Ivanovic, Liuba and Dasha all followed. The young people walked and sang "We are the red hussars...".
Grandma is left alone in the room. The singing came in from the aisle. The singing is getting farther and farther, and now it is coming in from the stairs.
Grandma suddenly ran out, ran to the landing, leaned against the railing and shouted:
"Borea, let me look at you again!"
Fedor Ivanovich, standing nearby, said sharply:
"mother!"
Grandma obediently covered her mouth with her hand.
Fedor Ivanovich sat at the table in the empty room. His body seemed to be limp and his head hung down. He pushed away the full glass of wine for him.
Grandma: Can't drink it alone?
Fedor Ivanovich: Can't drink.
He stood up and removed the cap from the hanger.
Grandma: Where are you going?
Fedor Ivanovich: Go on duty.
Grandma: Didn't you work on duty yesterday?
Fedor Ivanovich answered nothing. He approached his mother, kissed her, and left. The door slammed shut.
Grandma is left alone. She pressed her face to the wall sadly and wept silently.
The doorbell rang in the corridor. Grandma opened the door and saw Veronica with tousled hair and anxious.
Veronica: Varvara Kabydonovna, would you please tell Buliya to come out?
Grandma: He is gone, Veronica.
Veronica: gone? Where did you go?
Grandma: I went to the meeting place.
Veronica: So fast?
Grandma: Let's come to the room.
They walked into Boris' room.
Veronica: Where is the meeting place?
Grandma: I don't know either.
She picked up the paper bag left by Boris from the table and gave it to Veronica.
Veronica: What is this?
Grandma: There is a note in the birthday present from Boria.
Veronica took the paper bag from her grandmother almost mechanically. After opening it, she didn't pay attention to the interesting toy, just looking for the note.
Veronica: Where is the note?
Grandma: It's inside, isn't it?
Veronica: No.
Grandma: Maybe it fell somewhere.
The two of them searched for notes on the table and on the floor.
Grandma: Probably, he is too busy to forget.
Veronica: Forgot?
Grandma: He will write to you soon.
Veronica grabbed the paper bag and ran out of the room without even saying "Goodbye". She ran down the stairs quickly and almost didn't collide with Mark who was coming home.
Mark: Why are you late, Veronica? !
Veronica: Where is the meeting place?
Mark: The second Zvenni Gorod Street, in the school...
It seemed that he wanted to say something, but Veronica was no longer by his side.
People who volunteered to join the army gathered here in the school yard. There is a circle of small trees planted around the yard and a beautiful iron fence.
Most of the people who saw off were standing on the sidewalk outside the fence. There are so many people. There are mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, but also friends, acquaintances and children. Someone played the accordion. You can hear the lively talk. Occasionally there was a shout or two. There are people singing in some places.
Boris stood inside the fence and talked to Irina, who was standing on the sidewalk.
Irina: Don't worry, she will come.
Boris: She is here. Where can I find so many people?
He suddenly felt that he saw a familiar figure in the street, and immediately climbed onto the fence. But what Boris saw was just a noisy, crowded see-off person. He jumped down and walked sideways along the fence.
Irina: (follow him) Where are you going? Where to go?
Boris walked along the fence, staring carefully at everyone who passed by on the street. A woman flashed past him. She grabbed the blouse of someone who looked like her husband, and kept saying:
"Vasha, be sure to write, write every day! Vasha, write to me, write every day!"
He saw a pair of farewell men standing silently, the woman swaying the baby in her arms, holding a milk bottle in her hand, weeping softly and softly.
I saw a very fat big man squeezing in front of the fence with his hands in a trumpet shape around his mouth, and shouted to a man in the yard:
"Sergey Sergeyevich, whose bill of lading is for the broccoli?
A group of young people formed a circle. A young girl played the accordion. The young people sang and danced to the beat.
Girl (singing):
There is a plane in the sky,
Hovering on the roof.
It brings me greetings,
Keep it in mind forever.
I greeted migratory birds back then,
By the door of my house,
Now, my dear friend,
I will send you far away.
Boris continued to walk along the fence.
At this moment, Veronica, with shaggy hair in a far street, was running out of breath, hugging the little squirrel wrapped in paper and the things she bought. She tried hard to squeeze to the fence, but it was very difficult.
Boris did not find Veronica, so he returned to Irina, Liuba, Dasha, and Kuzmin.
Stepan was hugging his mother.
Veronica finally squeezed to the fence. She jumped on the stone platform of the fence, and moved forward with the iron pillar of the fence in turn with her hands. Her eyes searched for Boris in the school yard.
Irina reached into the fence and hugged Boris.
Irina: Cheer up: Balka!
Liuba: We still have to come to meet you.
Kuzmin: Boris Federovich, I wish you a safe return!
Veronica was still squeezing forward along the fence. At this time, a word came out: "Assemble the team!" So the volunteers lined up.
Veronica's face was pressed tightly against the fence, as if she wanted to stretch her head to the fence. She seemed to see Boris.
At this time, the password came again: "Stand at attention! Keep it up!"
A neatly lined team of volunteers.
Password: "Turn right!"
Veronica's face by the fence.
Password: "Go together!"
Veronica: (suddenly shouting) Boris! Boris!
But at this time the band had already played the march, and the sound of the killing was mixed with the loud shouts of the see-offs: "Peja!" "Coria!" "Vasha!" "Xie Liaosha!" "Jima!"... …
The door of the school is open. The seeing off crowd left the fence and rushed towards the gate in an old-fashioned manner.
Volunteers walked out the gate.
The people seeing off were walking side by side with the volunteers on both sides of the street. Some cried, some shouted, some waved hats and handkerchiefs.
Veronica failed to squeeze to the front to get close to the line; she was squeezed behind the crowd, but she tried her best to stretch her body higher. In the crowd, her head appeared from time to time and disappeared from time to time.
Boris and Stepan were walking in the team. Boris was still looking around, hoping to see Veronica. Suddenly he heard Veronica calling "Bautanya!" behind him. He turned around in a hurry, but a man walking behind him smiled and patted his shoulder and said:
"This is my love."
Veronica tried her best to move her elbows and squeeze forward in the crowd. She has loose hair and tears in her eyes.
Bauzais and Stepan are walking in the line.
Veronica squeezed desperately in the crowd.
A woman yelled: "Rennya! Rennecka!"-she ran to and embraced a man walking in the line by the neck.
Boris walked in the line. He no longer looked at both sides. His face was stern and attentive.
At this moment, Veronica almost held a person's shoulders and stretched her head above the crowd. She saw a figure from behind, and felt that it was Boris who was leaving, so she shouted: "Boria! Boris!"-Then she suddenly threw the biscuit bag and candy bit at him. Past. The biscuit bag fell on the ground and fell apart, and a pair of feet of people walking by stepped on it...
Boris and Stepan were walking in the team.
Veronica was in the telephone booth. She dialed the number and said:
"Is it grandma? Hello!...No?...He didn't write to me either."
Veronica slowly hung up the microphone and walked out of the pavilion. In the square lined with barricades of anti-tank wire and sandbags, her mother was waiting for her.
Mother: Is there?
Veronica: No.
They are walking on the square.
Mother: Oh, this is war, war! ... But what can be done? ! As the saying goes, sadness is sad, but things are still to be done. Have you really decided to go to work.
"Well, I'm going to the munitions factory."
At this time, the announcer's voice came from the loudspeaker installed on the roof. "Citizens, issue an air raid alert now! Citizens, issue an air raid alert now!"
Veronica and her mother quickened their pace. People ran up in a hurry, and they hurried to escape.
Veronica and mother walked into their home. Veronica's father was sitting at the table. There was a pile of manuscripts and drawings in front of him.
Father: Go to the subway, go to the subway!
Veronica: How about you?
Father: I have an urgent job.
Mother: (to Veronica) Go, go! Holding things. Where is the backpack?
Veronica looks for a backpack.
Father's voice: Where is your backpack!
Veronica picked up a small bag from the sofa, and put the little squirrel sitting on the sofa—Boris' gift—in it. Then she walked to her parents.
Veronica: If you don't go, I won't go either.
Father: If there is danger, we will go down to the air-raid trench. Well, don't delay, don't delay!
Mother kissed Veronica, almost forcibly pushing her towards the door.
Mother: Go!
She opened the door and gently pushed Veronica behind her back. She yelled from behind her:
"Be careful in the subway!"
Mother closed the door and went back to the room.
Mother: She was terrified, poor child.
Father: How about you?
The mother walked up to his father, put her arms around his shoulders, and pressed his face to his face.
Mother: As long as Veronica is safe and you are by my side again, I won't be so timid.
The platform of the subway. Those who came here to hide from the bombing were women with children, old men, old ladies and girls. There are so many people. But all sat quietly.
Veronica held her small handbag tightly. Sitting next to a column, next to her are Dasha and Liuba.
A muffled bombing sound can be heard.
A child wrapped in a scarf by a woman cried.
Liuba: It's still blowing up, damn robber!
The people sitting in the subway were all looking at it. There was another explosion.
Dasha: Oh, these vampires! Don't even let people talk!
Veronica: (After the above is quiet) I don't know why he didn't write to me.
Liuba: I still don't understand this? During the war, postal work is difficult! ...
Suddenly there was a loud echo from the announcer from the subway: "The alarm is lifted, the air raid warning is lifted!"
People who were hiding from the alarm here stood up. Everything seemed to have regained anger, and was no longer lifeless.
Liuba: Let's go.
The girls picked up their things and walked towards the exit.
On the street, Veronica and Dasha walked close to a row of houses filled with sandbags in the window.
Dasha: Veronica, if you decide to work, come to our factory. You can call me directly from the factory.
Veronica: Okay.
Dasha: I'm home. bye Bye!
Veronica: Goodbye!
Dasha walked into the entrance of a house, and now Veronica was alone.
Suddenly the weird sound of the fire truck siren sounded, Veronica became alert. She watched the fire truck and ambulance rush past her like crazy. She glanced in the direction of the car, and suddenly ran after them.
The building where Veroney was stuck was turned into ruins, and it was smoking. The firefighters were unwinding the hose. Ambulancemen, people with shovel and people carrying stretchers are running around.
Veronica ran into the burning building like crazy. She ran up the stairs that were damaged by the explosion. In the smoke and dust, her figure disappeared from time to time and appeared from time to time. Under her feet are broken railings, broken plaster blocks and bricks.
The voice of the firefighter came from below, "Where are you going?! Come back!"
But Veronica ignored her, and she continued to run up. A burning beam flew down from the upper side of the stairs, brushed her head and almost hit her. But Veronica didn't even notice this, and she kept running up.
She ran up the stairs and stopped abruptly in front of her house.
Voice of the firefighter: (from below) "Come back!"
Veronica opened the door...the door was a large empty pit, and even the whole of Moscow could be seen. On the right, a clock miraculously hangs on the surviving wall, and the pendulum is still shaking evenly.
A firefighter ran up the stairs. He came to Veronica, grabbed her hand, and pulled her away from the edge of the collapsed pit.
Firefighter: Where are you going? ! Where to go? !
But when the firefighters saw Veronica's face and saw her dazed, demented eyes clear, he immediately whispered:
"please forgive!"
Veronica looked at the sinking pit, and the pendulum sounded rhythmically in her ears. The surviving wall clock continued to ticking. Veronica looked at it subconsciously. The ticking sound became louder and louder, and finally filled the entire space. Veronica suddenly hugged her head and raised her ears. So everything was quiet again.
In Polozkin's house. Veronica sat on a chair. Her face was full of oily smoke, one of her sleeves was torn, and her head was disheveled. She stared at the front blankly. Next to her are Fedor Ivanovich, grandma, Irina, and Mark.
Fedor Ivanovich: Veronica, you live with us forever.
Veronica's face had no expression in her eyes.
Grandma walked to Veronica and said:
"Borea's bed is temporarily empty, and Mark can live in his uncle's room... so be it..."
Grandma gently lifted Veronica and led her to Boris's room.
Fedor Ivanovich called Mark aside and said softly:
"Mark, she is in our house, we should take more care. Unfortunately, Irina and I are in the hospital day and night..."
Mark: I will try my best to take care of her, Uncle Fei Jia!
Veronica appeared at the door of Boris's room. Her eyes were still dull.
Fedor Ivanovich walked to her and stroked her head.
"How about it, are you set up?"
Veronica wanted to answer something, but only a vague, "um" voice came from her lips, and she closed her eyes.
Public telephone booth. Ice-cold, wisps of autumn rain flowed on the glass. The dry yellow leaves blown by the autumn wind kept sticking to the wet glass. Veronica was in the phone booth. She was speaking into the microphone:
"Factory? Excuse me, please come to Kuzmin to listen to the call... he is on the front line too?... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, is there no news about Boris Fedalovich Porodzkin?"
Veronica slowly hung up the microphone.
She walked to the square, where her mother had been waiting for her before. And now it is Mark that replaces his mother. He stood there, raised the collar of his coat, without a hat on his head. He didn't ask anything, and Veronica didn't say anything to him. They were silent, and slowly walked along a row of anti-tank iron bristles across the square that was smoothly washed by rain.
A pair of hands playing the piano. This is Mark's pastime sitting at the piano prelude late at night.
Veronica sat in a deep and soft easy chair listening to music, staring at the front without moving her eyes.
Mark continued to play, his eyes looking forward. He is very beautiful at this moment. He stopped playing, without turning around to look at Veronica, and said:
"If it weren't for this dead war, I would play this piece for you in the Tchaikovsky Concert Hall."
From outside the window with thick curtains, there was the roar of the alarm siren. Mark went to the window, looked down the street through the window, walked to Veronica and said:
"Veronica, let's go to the subway."
Veronica: I'm not going.
Mark: Don't say anything stupid! move!
Veronica: Are you scared?
She guessed Mark's mood, but Mark said firmly:
"I'm doing it for you...hurry up."
Veronica: (indifferently) I'm not afraid of anything.
Mark walked to the window again. The alarm siren became tighter and louder.
Mark: Veronica, let's go to the subway.
Veronica: I'm not going.
Mark: Go ahead! Can you hear me? Stop talking stupid! Are you crazy? Go to the subway, Veronica!
He shook her shoulders, trying to make her wake up from a state of indifference and carelessness. But Veronica shouted:
"I'm not going! I'm not going! I'm not going! I'm not going!..."
Mark began to walk quickly around the room, then suddenly stood, turned and walked to the piano, opened the lid suddenly, sat down and started playing loudly. He wanted to overwhelm the sound of the alarm siren with music. , Suppress the fear in my heart. He played more and more fiercely, almost like crazy.
Veronica listened motionlessly.
The alarm siren outside the window was no longer audible, but Mark continued to play more and more vigorously, more and more fiercely.
Veronica's face was still dumb, it seemed that she didn't listen to the music at all.
There was an explosion in the street. Under the impact of the explosion, the windowpane was shattered and crashed to the ground. The curtains were rolled up and the lights went out. The room was dark, and only the fire from the anti-aircraft guns pierced the darkness in the room from time to time. At this moment, Veronica and Mark rushed to each other instinctively and involuntarily.
A stronger explosion sounded from outside the window. The chandelier began to shake, the curtains flew upward, and a crack appeared in the wall.
Mark ran to the corner of the room, her body pressed against the wall, Veronica also ran to him, hiding her face in his arms.
Mark's face.
Veronica's face.
For the first time Mark felt this close to Veronica, he held her head and turned his face to himself. He looked at Veronica and suddenly kissed her lips passionately.
Veronica pushed him hard with both hands and retreated to the opposite wall.
Mark hurried over to stop her and said:
"I love you!"
Veronica showed confusion and anger in her eyes.
Veronica: No!
Mark: I love you!
Veronica: No, no, no! ...
She suddenly started hitting Mark in the face.
Mark: (I don't seem to feel her slap, still repeating) I love you! I love you! ...
Veronica: Go away!
She pushed him away, ran out of the door, and quickly walked through the corridor, trying to get to the landing. But Mark caught up to her, grabbed her by the arm, and brought her back to her brutal position.
Veronica ran into the room again. She saw Mark's face pressed against her again, and Mark was still saying:
"I love you, I love you!"
Veronica slapped him in the face again. She shouted:
"No, no, no!..."
After the last hit, her strength seemed to be involuntarily called by him. She was exhausted and slumped. She closed her eyes, so Mark picked up the unconscious Veronica.
He hugged her and walked across the room with broken glass under his feet. Veronica's head drooped feebly.
Veronica leaned back. She opened her eyes slowly, but couldn't understand what had happened. Where is she drifting? Only the crackling sound of broken glass could be heard.
Pairs of feet in soldiers' leather boots were walking in the sticky and deep mud. This is the soldiers. They were walking in a sparse bush of trees. Someone was playing the harmonica. Everyone walked in pieces. Some were wrapped in bandages, and some were lying on stretchers.
Boris and Stepan carried a stretcher, they were shaggy and dirty.
Stepan: Why are we so stupid that we are trapped in a circle!
Boris: Come on, Stepan, don't complain!
Stepan: I didn't complain.
Boris: The lieutenant said that he must be able to break out before dark and find our people.
Stepan: I hope God bless! Satchkov!
Satchkov: Yes.
Stepan: (pointing to Varoja playing the harmonica) Where did this "little grouper" come from?
Satchkov: (Laughing) It was just hatched from the incubator. This is a newly added force... I think it must be able to break through this time.
Valorja: (takes off the harmonica: in a serious manner, and says) We are not that kind of chicks. For example, I already have a wife.
Satchkov: Really! Is it a long time?
Valorja: I was married when I was still in the tenth grade.
Satchkov: Look at what this kind of school teaches children!
The soldiers walking nearby all laughed.
Valorja: (Try to be more solemn) These people are optimistic and they like to joke. Probably that's how I got into the encirclement jokingly.
A soldier of his age who was almost a child leaned over to Varoja and asked in a low voice:
"Valojika, why, are you really married?"
Valorja: (in a low voice) Look at you, I just want to add some prestige.
The team stopped. The stretcher was carefully placed on the ground. The soldiers sat scattered on the mound and smoked.
The commander walked up to Boris.
Commander: Polozkin!
Boris: Yes.
Commander: You are sent to reconnaissance. To figure out where is the easiest place to break out. Hand in the documents.
Boris: Yes!
He took out his ID from the bag. A picture of Veronica was sandwiched between the documents. Boris gave Stepan the ID and the photo.
Sachkov, who was standing by, saw the photo and said:
"Let me take a look."
Stepan: (looking at Veronica's smiling face) She always smiles like this.
Boris: She probably thought we had been beaten to death.
Varoja walked over in "audacious" steps, and said to Boris rudely:
"Hey, give it to me, let me see this little beauty."
He took the photo, deliberately pretended to be shameless, and continued:
"Hey, this is called the life of a soldier! Here you put her on the palm of your hand and look over and over again, but she..."
Boris: (calmly, but coldly) How is she?
Valorja: She was wagging her tail there.
After speaking, he picked up the harmonica and played the tune of "Beauty's Heart".
Boris took the harmonica from Valoja without a hassle, gave it to Satchkov, said, "Here, you can get it for a while," and then he punched Valoja. Face. Varoja was planted in the small ditch beside her all at once.
Satchkov: This meeting ceremony is pretty good.
The soldiers around all laughed.
At this time, the commander's stern voice came: "Stop!" He approached Boris and asked:
"Aren't you ashamed?"
Boris: No.
Commander: Confinement for five days and nights.
Boris: Yes.
Commander: You will execute it when you come back from reconnaissance. For this reconnaissance, you two will be sent. Hand in the documents.
Stepan: (hands the picture of Veronica to Boris) Take it, Boria.
The commander took the photo and looked at it.
Commander: Is it for her?
Stepan: Yes.
Refers to the detective: It is excusable for her.
Satchkov: Isn't it?
The commander suddenly realized that he had said something that shouldn't be said, so he interrupted sharply:
"Stop talking! Pay attention to discipline!"
He immediately returned the photo to Boris.
But Boris still gave the photo to Stepan:
"You put it away, Stepan."
Stepan hid the picture of Veronica in his chest pocket.
Boris: Don't lose it!
In Polozkin's house. At the table sat Fedor Ivanovic, grandma, and Irina, and at the other end of the table, there were Mark and Veronica sitting side by side. Are drinking tea. The room was silent. Everyone seemed unnatural, and no one wanted to care about anyone.
Veronica sat upright, biting her lip, her face looking tense.
Mark: (feeling the embarrassment) We... (he choked) We are getting married, Uncle Fei Jia.
Irina stood up abruptly and threw the knife in her hand on the table. The knife clashed on the table and fell to the floor. Irina turned and walked out of the room.
The silent atmosphere in the room was even more depressing.
Grandma: (Trying to ease the tension) By the way... I forgot, I still have tea intestines.
She stood up and walked into the kitchen.
Veronica's face. There were tears in her eyes.
In the muddy field soaked in autumn rain, Boris and Valorgia bent their bodies low and ran forward. They crawled over the remaining barbed wire and ran past the destroyed firepower point.
There was the rumbling of artillery shells and the sound of machine gun fire nearby. The machine gun bullets and shrapnel fell into the water very close to the two running men. Boris and Valoja both lie on the ground.
Boris: Get down, don't raise your head.
Valorja: You send fewer orders!
They got up and ran for a while.
They came down by a broken cannon.
Boris: Before the enemy finds us, you should go over there as soon as possible.
Valorja: If you want to be afraid, you can run away by yourself!
Boris: What a kid.
Valorja stayed by the cannon, and Boris continued to walk forward. A violent explosion forced him to lie on the ground. Shrapnel whizzed past and scattered into puddles.
Boris: (lifts slightly, shouting) Hey, musician, call you! Deaf? !
no answer.
Boris: (blaming) Damn it, running into such a person...
He turned to look at Varoja, but the armor plate of the cannon blocked him, and he couldn't see Varoja.
When Boris returned to Varoja, he saw that Varoja was lying weakly on the gun mount.
Boris: What's wrong with you? (Leaning over Valorja) Can you hear that, what's wrong?
Valorja: (frowning in pain) You can crawl forward alone, I want to lie down...
Boris: Are you injured? Come, you hook my neck.
Valorja: Leave me alone!
Boris: (sternly) Hook me, hear you!
Boris pulled one of Valorja’s hands behind his neck, forced him to hold himself, and said, “That’s it! Yes, yes, hold on tighter...”
Boris let Varoja lie on his back, dragged him, struggling to move through the mud in the field.
After walking a few steps, he sat on the ground.
Boris: Wait a minute. That does not work! Just pick you up, it will be faster.
Valorja: Leave me alone.
Boris: Fool! You are still angry just because I punched you.
Valorja: Lucky for you, or else...
Boris: Come on, let's settle the account later. Get on your back!
He put Varoja on his back, leaned over and asked him:
"How about it, how is this Xiang?"
But Valorja just gasped with difficulty.
Boris was walking in the field with the injured Valorja on his back. He walked very fast at first, but then he walked slower and swayed. He stood down, looked around, and walked slowly forward.
Boris: Just bear it, bear it. My friend, it’s not far from the grove. When we get there, we are still home.
Boris carried Varoja through a small bush. He gritted his teeth, his face was sweating, and he seemed exhausted. While he was holding Varoja, he looked around, hoping to find a small mound that was dry, so that Varoja could be put down.
Finally, he saw a small dry area next to an old birch tree, so he carefully put Valloja down.
Boris stood up straight and wiped the sweat from his face with the boat cap.
Boris: Hey! I'm so tired! Can't walk anymore! Let's rest for a while, it's quiet here...Hey! How is it, are you still alive?
Valorja: It's a little difficult to breathe.
Boris: (Looking at Valorja, trying to smile as much as possible) Nothing, we still have to attend your wedding...
At this moment, a harsh gunshot suddenly sounded. Boris twisted his body abruptly and threw his head up. His eyes were filled with confusion, and he stared at the sky. The sun floating in the clouds suddenly became smaller and smaller, as if it was about to fall into a bottomless abyss. Boris's head was still tilted, and his body moved backwards until he reached a white birch tree.
Valorja lying on the ground. He wanted to lift up on his elbows. He looked at Boris in horror and shouted:
"Friend, what's the matter with you?! What's the matter with you?! Forgive me, forgive me!"
Boris's eyes were still frozen. He grabbed the birch trunk and slowly slid his hand down it. He could no longer hear Varoja's voice, but Varoja continued to shout:
"You are for me!...Forgive me! Forgive me, friend!..."
The bare tops of the birch began to spin slowly in the direction Boris was sliding down the trunk.
There was a shout from Varoja:
"Hey... come here, help! Help!"
The treetops spin faster and faster, forming a huge circle in the air. Then on this background appeared the stairs of Veronica's house that actually no longer existed. Boris ran up the ladder. Although his beard is full of cheeks, his hair is disheveled, and he is wearing an old, open military coat, his face is radiant and full of happiness.
The rotating birch tree is gone. Boris kept running up. He ran to the landing in front of Veronica's house and stopped...At this moment, Veronica walked out of the door, wearing a white wedding dress and covered in white sand. Boris wore an elegant black dress. He held her, and the two smiled at each other, which was an infinitely happy smile.
There was Valorja's voice:
"Help! Help!"
Boris lifted the tulle on Veronica's face and slowly pressed his lips to hers. They are kissing.
All of this and the subsequent scenes are illusions that flashed in Boris's mind.
Veronica and Boris walked down the stairs, and the platform was full of hosts and guests coming out of the house. Among them are Fedor Ivanovich, grandma, Irina, Stepan, Liuba, Kuzmin and the neighbors in the building. Everyone was laughing, holding their wine glasses aloft, and sprinkling flowers on the newlyweds. Mark took his shoulders from behind Boris, kissed him on the cheek, and congratulated him. The wedding procession drifted down the stairs calmly.
Valorja's voice: "Help!"
Veronica took off the veil from her head, and a few bright rays of sunlight from nowhere came directly into her and Boris's eyes.
Behind Veronica's smiling face was a blossoming fruit tree.
But her face gradually disappeared, and the bare tops of the white birch trees spinning in the sky became more and more clearly revealed. They spin faster and faster, then fall down suddenly.
Valorja shouted: "Help!"
Boris was stiff and stiff. He fell on his back in a puddle of water.
A few soldiers ran in the woods. Stepan is at the top.
You can still hear Varoja yelling loudly:
"Help: Help!"
Stepan ran to Boris panting, he knelt down on one leg and asked:
"Boria, what's the matter with you? Are you injured, Boria? Are you injured?"
Boris's face. His hair was disheveled and muddy, and his head was immersed in water. His eyes were still open, his eyes were looking forward, his lips moved slightly, and he said clearly:
"I'm not injured, I..."
Boris's stagnant gaze.
From a row of trains that just drove to this distant Siberian city, people carried the wounded to the platform. There are many people on the platform. There are soldiers and civilians, locals, and evacuated people. People came and went close to the carriages, all carrying their luggage, looking for each other, there was noisy noises, calls, and a rush.
Among the people who got off the bus were Fedor Ivanovich and Irina. They were walking on the platform, looking around, as if looking for someone.
Announcer's voice: (from the loudspeaker hung on the telephone pole) "Soviet Intelligence Agency news: There have been no major changes in the battlefields in recent days."
Fedor Ivanovich: No major changes have occurred...it's not bad either.
They continued to approach the train.
A man with a beard stood on a makeshift platform and shouted:
"The homes of the family members of the employees who have been evacuated from the 326 factory are all located on Qiyi Avenue. Come to me, comrades."
Fedor Ivanovich finally saw Mark and Veronica standing beside a pile of luggage. Veronica's face was submissive and hopeless.
Fedor Ivanovich: Siberia! ...Scared, we are so far away, our Russian mothers are really vast...
Hear the announcer's voice:
"Attention! Attention! Comrade Polozkin, Dean of the Fourth Rear Hospital, please go to the City Defense Commander."
Fedor Ivanovic walked towards the exit of the station.
Mark: (to Veronica) Maybe we can live here in peace.
Veronica was silent.
A large corridor was temporarily used as a kitchen. There are full of baskets, laundry tubs, and tables. Clothes are hanging on the rope.
Although the corridor is long and wide, it still looks very crowded-there are too many people, mostly women. Everyone is busy with their own affairs: some are bathing their children, some are washing clothes, and some are cooking.
Veronica was peeling the potatoes and threw them in a small aluminum pan after peeling them.
An old man, holding a handful of firewood, squeezed over from the corridor.
Old man: Hello, citizens who have been evacuated, let me pass.
A woman standing next to Veronica reminded her slightly sarcastically:
"The kerosene stove is smoking!"
Veronica was thinking about something absent-mindedly. Only then did she seem to wake up from her dream and leaned over to look at the kerosene stove. This oil stove has indeed smoked. She twisted the fire, shook her hand in the air, dispelling the flying smoke.
Veronica: (barely audible) I'm sorry.
Women: Keep things in mind and think about it after the war is over.
Veronica: Yes...
Veronica walked across the corridor. A woman in a cotton vest came across from her and asked her:
"Where are you going?"
Veronica: I got the hospital to be on duty.
A woman washing her clothes squinted at Veronica as she walked, and said:
"Wandering around like a ghost. Insane."
A woman standing next to her said:
"She is always waiting for someone's letter."
Woman washing clothes: Whose letter is she waiting for? ! Her husband is not on the front line, but is by her side. Unlike us, she is a wife who is a soldier.
A woman in a cotton vest: She can't wait for any letter.
Veronica walked into the room, where she and Polozkin's family are currently living. The landlady of this house, Anna Mikhailovna, is an elderly woman with grey hair. She is sitting at the window knitting wool.
Veronica walked to the small iron stove with a small armful of chopping wood.
Veronica: Are you in the second class today, Anna Mikhailovna?
Anna Mikhailovna: Yes.
Veronica: (squatting and opening the furnace door, reading in her mouth) The wild goose flies up to the sky...
Smoke billowed from the stove.
Veronica closed the stove door, walked to the window, and continued to read:
The wild goose flew to the sky.
A team of small spaceships...
Then she touched her forehead with her finger, as if to remove something from it, and said:
"Ah, these stupid poems are always entangled and can't be forgotten!"
Suddenly she pressed her face to the glass window.
Veronica: Here comes! ...
Anna Mikhailovna: Who is it?
You can see through the window, and the postman walked into the yard.
Veronica's voice: Postman.
Veronica stood at the window, clenched her fist and said:
"If I can count fifty, I will receive the letter."
She started walking quickly around the house, walking from corner to corner, counting out loudly:
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven..."
Anna Mikhailovna: (I want Veronica to calm down from this tension) Don’t do that, Veronica.
But Veronica is still counting:
"Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen..."
Anna Mikhailovna: Veronica, this is ridiculous!
Veronica: Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty...
Anna Mikhailovna: (sternly) Stop counting!
Veronica continued to count as she walked out of the room. She walked fast, squeezing past the women gathered in the corridor, still c
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