What a story this is. Very ordinary, very sad, very desolate, endlessly sad...
This is not just a simple love story. About two-thirds of the way through the film, I see people who love each other together. It is not as simple as hugging, but a fragile love accompanied by pressure and dizziness of happiness.
I said to yulinge, I saw love. She joked that the film melted a small corner of my iceberg. And the tears I couldn't hold back were on the platform where Andrei left Moscow. A group of friends ran to the platform to see off this young and energetic good friend. Where can I find Andre's face in the nearly closed carriage? So the comrades sang a song, the song they were familiar with. In the chaos, running, in the cracks of tears and sweat, the singing passed through the crowd and reached Andre's ears. He sang the opera, Mozart's The Marriage of Figaro. And their instructor, in the crowd who could barely stand, salutes for a long time... The light is dim and steam is filled, but there seems to be a ray of light in the chaos, implying hope.
I have to admit I like sad endings. The unrequited sadness and helpless helplessness touched my heart the most. Jenny waited ten years for the young man who made her feel herself. Ten years, what will a handsome young man look like? Ten years, do you still love me?
The vast land of Siberia, forests and small wooden houses. McKent's huge machine named "Siberian Barber" drove into the forest with claws and claws, as if to devour everything in the world. Jenny's heart surged, knowing that the one she loved was only two versts away.
The carriage running on the yellow grass, the opera of Figaro's wedding, the first meeting in the train carriage, the broken fan, the blissful fainting, the deceit and the youthful spirit... all the past will be here. Overlapping and disappearing within two versts.
Andre's house: sleeping children, steaming coffee, sled dogs and bonfires in the yard, birds in the cage, dolls on the bed...except Andre.
Every call from Jenny came to nothing, and the vast forests of Siberia answered her silently. Luya, who was hiding behind the storeroom door, took her three children and held a sharp sickle, trying to protect the home she had worked so hard to maintain. The tenacious and determined expression on her face hides her ten years of following and persevering in Andre. What is love? Do I love you, or do I love you and you love me too?
The music sounded, and all I saw was the young Andrei and the great tsar. The deep feelings of the Russians are buried in the vast land. Those green years, those dusty pasts, all collapsed like fallen trees that were constantly being destroyed. That's the breakdown...
20 minutes at Andre's house, ticking off all the people, things, and ten years of waiting for this moment. Another decade, the child hidden behind Jenny has grown up, with the same stubbornness and fearlessness as his father. But the stubbornness after 20 years was much luckier: the instructor shouted to all the soldiers: Mozart is a great composer! The stubborn child happily took off the gas mask.
The Russian hiding in the Siberian forest, perhaps with a trace of regret, perhaps with remorse, or with heavy thoughts, who knows? In short, in Russia at the end of the 19th century, the air is not free, stubborn and intense love, without a reasonable way of attack, is dangerous.
Ten years later, the gaunt Andrei saw his beloved woman in Siberia, and then, he lit a cigarette, and everything was gone.
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