The story takes place in a convent in Poland. During the war, the invader soldiers defiled each of the hermitages in the group. In the harsh environment, they endured the trauma of the soul and the torture of the body, and also faced the danger of life. A trainee nun sneaked out of the congregation and asked a female doctor from the French Red Cross for help. The female doctor came at the risk and saw the cruel consequences. The aged dean was infected with syphilis and had to preside over the overall situation. One by one, the nuns are in the pain of childbirth, and the whole monastery is in chaos.…
Despite the inability of the nuns to heal their wounds (indeed there are wounds in this world that are not meant to be healed), they insist on a few different conventions. In the darkness of their souls and the torments of this world, they strive to seek divine comfort. The plot is reminiscent of the ninth-century Benedictine abbot of Saint Elba, who lived in Coldingham in southeastern Scotland. Sudden disasters are beyond their daily lives. When the Vikings invaded, she decided to cut off her upper lip and nose with a razor to avoid being insulted and defiled. Her nuns followed her lead. The blood dripping on each face made the cruel gangster feel sick and turned away. Afterwards, the bandits returned to the congregation and set it on fire. The raging flames devoured a group of Benedictine hermitages.
Disasters don't just happen in the moment. Just as the act of martyrdom is not at the moment of knowing the result, but is filled with possible wandering, entanglement and confusion while waiting for the butcher's knife to fall. Saint Elba's suffering has not stopped since the moment she decided to self-harm. The hermitages in the movie took on their own crosses in the face of this catastrophe. No system of theory can heal such wounds, and in the pain beyond comprehension, it seems that one can only ask God: Why? Why did disaster come to me? Where will I go from here? There is no answer.
The journey of the world itself is probably like the faces of the nuns in the film: warmth and despair
Only Christ looks down upon us, and He bears the suffering of all mankind. In suffering, we also imitate Christ and come to Christ. On the avenue outside Rome, the fisherman who was hurriedly walking under the cover of the night saw the familiar figure. The old countryman was incomprehensible: "Lord, where are you going?" The only answer to him was the incomprehensible "The time has come, I must go."
May I follow the example of Mary who was under the cross, piercing the heart with bitterness and perseverance. In the film, Salve Regina haunts the ears, from the eleventh century, perhaps the only possible embrace.
Salve, Regina, Salve, Our Lady of God,
mater misericordiae; the merciful mother;
Vita, dulcedo et spes nostra, salve. The life we wait, the food we wait, the hope we wait, Shen Erfu.
Ad te clamamus, exsules filii Hevae.
Ad te suspiramus
gementes et flentes in hac lacrimarum valle.
Eia ergo, Advocata nostra, woohoo! Pray for our Lord
illos tuos misericordes oculos ad nos converte
Et Jesum, benedictum fructum ventris tui, nobis post hoc exsilium ostende. And after this period of passage, wait with me to see you, Jesus the son of Pousong.
O clemens, o pia, o dulcis virgo Maria. O gracious, gracious, gracious, Virgin Mary of the dead, Mother of God, pray for us.
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