But when the war came, everything was different. As a hot-blooded youth, Mandela resolutely went to the battlefield, and Mandela left. Here comes the Italian garrison captain Clery. Unlike the invader soldiers who are used to seeing him, he is a living artist. He doesn't take his attitude towards war seriously. Playing the mandolin seems to make him forget that this is a period of war. It seems that his life with his comrades is only singing. His harp and singing are a peaceful harbor that can be found in the war.
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It is undeniable that Mandela is also an excellent man. In the face of national disasters, he resolutely went to war, and he put aside his love for his sons and daughters. He can be regarded as an indomitable man and a national hero. Compared to him, Clary seemed to lack masculinity.
Pelagia's abandonment of him (for the moment) seems to be out of the question.
But Pelagia fell in love with the captain. In fact, if you put politics aside, this is understandable when you think about it.
A woman needs marriage, because it can give her a home, a safe, ordinary and safe home, especially in times of war, this kind of request is even worse, what she wants is not a hero, a hero lives in someone else's world, All she wants is a husband without any halo and pressure. If there was no war, she and Mandela would be a happy couple. And that's what Clary gave her to Mandela as she grew into a fighter.
But it seems that love has become insignificant. So, when Mandela sent away the surviving Clary to try to get Pelagia's love back, Pelagia refused, so when the haze of war cleared and the island was calm, Pelagia But she did not come out of the sadness, she resolutely waited for his return, this is the power of love.
So I think that falling in love with him is because of a woman's psychological needs of longing for stability, and what supports her to wait is the greatness of love.
Seems unfair to Mandela, which reminds me of Simon Love's poem "Wait for me" to a warrior's wife
Just wait for me
, I will come back,
but you have to wait hard,
until the sad rain
evokes your sadness, until the
snow is flying,
and the heat is unbearable,
until others no longer hope for their loved ones,
Everything in the past is thrown away.
By the time that far away,
there will be no more letters from home,
and by the time the people who are waiting together will be
disheartened—all of them are exhausted.
Wait for me--I'll be back,
don't bless those people:
they keep saying--
forget it, it's in vain to wait!
Even if the beloved son and the loving mother think--
I am no longer in the world,
even if the friends are tired of waiting,
sitting around the fire,
drinking bitter wine, and recommending the dead...
you have to wait, do
n't with them Together,
busy raising the wine glass.
Wait for me--I'll be back:
Death has been thwarted by me time and time again!
Let the person who never waited for me
say that I was lucky -- surprised!
Those who do n't wait won't understand.
Thanks to your waiting, . . . it was you who saved me from death. How I escaped from death, only you and I understand. Just because you are different from others, you are good at waiting hard. How can this be good, no one should be hurt. The only solution is - no war!
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