Perhaps, in the thought of the plague, hesitation is the real theme song.
People rushed to their own things, no one knew where to go, no one knew whether they could still see the sun tomorrow, and love seemed to be irrelevant.
Perhaps it is this that love in troubled times can become even more legendary.
On the European continent in the mid-nineteenth century, on the eve of the storm of the Great Revolution, under the rule of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, the young Angelo was exiled to Ai (Aix), France because of his childhood friend. He still cannot escape the fate of being pursued and killed by the Austrian government. In order to avoid the killing, he accidentally fell into a plague-ridden area. The ravages of cholera caused people to go into a frenzy, and Angelo was mistaken by the chaotic masses. The poisonous person has become the target of being hunted down and strangled.
He fled to the high roof, overlooking what was happening under his feet, his dignity and conscience had been wiped out under the threat of death, and suspicion and cannibalism made one scene after another tragedy.
Angelo, the Colonel of the Italian National Cavalry. A decent man, a revolutionary fighter who obeyed his mother’s instructions, wearing a clean white cotton shirt, black riding boots, eyes as deep as the sky, he fled in a village where cholera was rampant, gently stepping on the obtuse-angled roof, the sun Life and death were perfectly separated in the lens. People in the village died one after another. The crows patted their black wings and greedily pecking at the bones. It was a terrible sight, and Angelo walked on the roof, but it was as bright and calm as the bright colors jumping out of the scene of death. When a storm approached, Angelo stumbled and fell into an attic. He was soaked and embarrassed. At this time, Paulina came in all models, wearing an elegant and luxurious white dress, holding a shining candlestick in one hand, and the candlelight set off her delicate face, as fresh and refined as a fairy.
He promised to help her cross the blockade and return to the north to find her husband. In this way, he escorted him all the way in groups, riding horses galloping across the vast grassland, rushing through many barriers and over layers of obstacles.
Cholera is terrible. Its terrible lies not only in death itself, but also in the panic it conveys.
This seems destined to be the story of Angelo and Pauline, which took place under the surging wave of revolution and in the age of cholera. From the accidental fall of Angelo from the roof skylight to the end, life and love are like two drops of water, blending into the torrent of this era.
When she was about to find her husband, the story was about to end. The sky was covered with haze, and it was raining heavily outside. He and her broke into a dead castle. In order to keep warm, they found strong wine and lit the fire. The reserved and melancholic Paulina never seemed to be as charming as she is now. She seemed to be drunk, she told Angelo : Her husband, the Marquis of Laurent, is more than 60 years old. She was found by the riverside Loren who was shot in the chest. As the daughter of a poor doctor and kind-hearted, she brought Laurent home for treatment, working day and night. Nursing until he recovered, she became his wife. She was only seventeen years old that year... After listening to her story, Angelo only said: You are safe, I should go back to Italy...Ann Zeruo's restrained love pierced her heart deeply. At this moment, she couldn't help crying loudly, and the emotion contained in her heart came out concurrently: "You don't love me...".
She was so desperate, she slowly moved to the bedroom upstairs... and then she fell down, and the cholera virus lurking in her was waiting for an opportunity to invade her body.
In order to save her, Angelo tore her clothes, poured strong wine on her body, rubbed it desperately with his hands, and spent all night, he finally saved her life. But, even so, he still took her to her castle and her home...
I like this kind of unhappy love. In "The Hussar on the Roof", all deaths are weakened by this. Maybe the village can be burned down, the crows may migrate, and the body will rot, but love will not follow. These disappear and fade, it just germinates slowly, arches through the soil, and gently blooms a beautiful fragrance, and then, this fragrance drifts away with the wind, forever like a song, and forever like a song. This is a kind of stoic love. You don’t need to stay together, but you can always choose to look at each other. After you have had it, you can cherish the beautiful memory in your heart. Perhaps, it is precisely because of this that we can find a glimmer of fire in the pale years. . Such love is regrettable, and regret is also mixed with the beauty of waiting. Even at the end of the film, Angelo and his steed disappeared, Paulina's back looks as thin and haggard as the Alps, but love has become a landscape that he and her can enjoy together in their lives.
at the end.
Paulina, who will never forget Angelo, keeps writing to Angelo, but every new letter is like a stone sinking into the sea. Just when she was about to despair, a letter from Italy was delivered to her. Paulina walked across the cold ground, her husband looked at her back from behind the curtains, and the voice-over of the film came. "He knew earlier than Pauline that she couldn't forget Angelo, but there was nothing she could do. He couldn't stay even if she left."
In the era of war and chaos, the two loved each other enthusiastically, and then Parting is not only full of rush and fate, but also full of infinite hesitation and anticipation.
I like stories like this.
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