What I saw when I was young turned into a very strange composition deep in my brain. Although they were broken when I grew up, they still magically became a part of me, so many years after the dissolution of the Soviet Union, I suddenly burst into tears. , shed tears of mourning for that mighty and ruthless country. So much so that there has been an urge to go to Moscow's Red Square to lay flowers for the unknown Soviet fighters. So much so that when I saw the four young people crossing the battlefield of 42 years, I felt like I wanted to cry.
Motherland, sacrifice, heroism, hero, these words have been away from me for too long, they used to be my girlhood dream, I used to look forward to war again, I can be wrapped in horse leather and die heroically like Zoya.
When I grew up, I discovered the communism I longed for, that my beliefs were not entirely real, and then I discovered that it was all illusory. The red one turned out to be the beast of a flood in the eyes of others. After living in this magical country for a long time, I realized that it was all fake. People like Jiao Yulu and Jiang Zhuying were never the mainstream of the society. The beliefs I explored bit by bit from books and movies were like the Soviet Union. Falling apart, I inevitably became part of the cynic.
Later, I learned about Stalin's brutality and ruthlessness; later, I learned about the number of people killed in the Soviet Union's history; later, I learned the price paid in the Great Patriotic War.
However, these understandings and reality still can't stop the moving when I see the unknown old Soviet soldier sacrificed to cover the departure of his teammates, can't stop the feeling when I see the medics struggling to drag the company commander to the bunker and being bombed. sad. Maybe those tragic and sacrifices can't change the darkness now, but they did happen, they did move me back then, and they still move me now.
In "Come Under the City", the German army loudly propagated in the ruined Stalingrad: "Soviet soldiers, our enemy is not you, our enemy is Stalin, join our team!"
In "Lost in the Tomb", the Soviets shouted on the ground: "German soldiers, our enemy is not you, our enemy is Hitler, come back to your hometown!" The
dead hero will never be the one in power , there are always groups of people who don't know the truth, piles of young and enthusiastic cannon fodder.
Ideology is slowly formed in brainwashing and anti-brainwashing, and it is slowly changed in reading and life. When there are only ashes left in youth, looking back at that period of history, I can't help but find that people are always made up of memories. Fortunately, there was no chance to be a cannon fodder when I was hot-blooded, so I grew up quietly into the type I hated most when I was young.
Going back to this movie, what left the deepest impression is that the young skinhead, after returning to the modern age from the lake, scraped off the swastika sign on his arm by the clear lake, and the bright red blood flowed down.
That's what growth is like, with blood, with pain, with doubt, with the panic that comes with the collapse of faith, and then it gets harder and harder.
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