How to explain to a child her age? The post-90s who have not experienced poverty and even have little contact with modern history in textbooks are about to enter adulthood. Those who are soaked in the honeypot think of course that their lives will remain as they are. If there is any change, they will always get better and better. This is the truth about progress.
It's just that the road to life is sometimes not always smooth. Parents can use the deepest and greatest love to help their children, and children can use the greatest and greatest effort to achieve their ideals. So, this ideal does not seem to be difficult to realize, if, if you are lucky, if you happen to live in a peaceful and prosperous age, an age that has nothing to do with turmoil, war, and destruction. Thinking about it this way, I revisited "Doctor Zhivago" again.
Dr. Zhivago is unfortunate, because his ideals, his pursuits and even his hobbies are incompatible with the era of great changes. Even if he talks about the skill of making a living, he will lose more in the tide of that era. His misfortune did not seem so sad at first: the boy who lost his loving mother in his childhood, was fortunately taken in by his mother’s girlfriend, became a member of the wealthy Moscow family, was well-educated, and became a rookie in Xinglin who saved the world with a pot of hope. Niya married together, and the poetic life has become an enviable normal life. That was before the First World War in 1914, or before the October Revolution in 1917.
Zhivago of that era was proud, youthful, and full of ideals. Why not? In his view, a good life needs to be expressed in a poetic way. Words expressing the soul are most likely to resonate, and even love and worship, because the yearning for beauty is human nature. There are many young people who like Zhivago's poetry, although not all of these young people have a life that looks good and is worthy of praise. For example, Larry, the 17-year-old widow tailor's daughter, such as Larry's boyfriend and radical young student Pasha. Several young people who didn’t know each other had the only connection in common at that time was poetry-Zhivago’s poetry. They didn’t know that the waves of the future era would forcefully wash together a few fine sands that seemed to never meet. Both of them were incomplete and scarred.
October Revolution! The epoch-making October Revolution! Tsarist Russia has become a Soviet Republic, and Russia has become the Soviet Union! The Russian army, which was retreating from the icy and snowy field of World War I against Germany, turned into the Soviet Red Army after being on the spot. In the team there was Zhivago, a doctor who had volunteered to join the ranks of the defending family, and Pasha, who was full of new grudges (wife was abused by evil men in the Tsarist era) and old hatred (cut and wounded by the Tsarist mounted police when organizing the parade), who signed up to join the army. There is Larry who has become a field nurse.
Zhivago only wants to go home to reunite with his wife and children, he only wants to save the dead, heal the wounded, heal the sick and save others; Larry only wants to find her husband to go home and reunite with his daughter; Pasha is different. For Pasha, this is an opportunity to renounce old shame and revenge. For this purpose, what can't be abandoned? Even the name.
But Pasha, who has changed his name, cannot completely get rid of the past. Killing madly in the name of revolution will not release the hatred in his heart. The great revolution, because of the nasty psychology of some narrow-minded people, while deviating from the right track, it also lost more people's hearts.
The cooperative medical-care relationship in the six-month revolutionary team has planted the seeds of mutual admiration in Zhivago and Larry’s hearts, and perhaps there is still a trace of pity in Zhivago (after witnessing Larry being bullied and shot at the wicked a few years ago ), somewhat attractive (love of poetry for a better life). This kind of love exists in the form of friendship between comrades-in-arms, until both sides part ways and go to their own homes.
Is there still a home? The Revolutionary Committee took 13 tenants into the old mansion in the name of communism, and the host family would be grateful for it, knowing that only in this way can the thinking and lifestyle of the exploiting class be transformed. The golden branches and leaves of Tonya rolled up her sleeves and began to do housework. When she never forgot to give her lover, children, and father a smile, she always reminded me of the countess Sophia who was exiled to Shanghai on the beach. The perseverance and perseverance of a woman can only work in adversity. There is an opportunity to show it completely, although almost no woman deliberately seeks such an opportunity.
Moscow can't stay any longer. Zhivago’s half-brother took the revolutionary road early and is already a powerful police officer in Moscow. My brother, who has been observing in the dark, also likes Zhivago's poems, but he cannot express himself because of his identity. What the revolution needs is the shouts of generosity and invigorating spirits, the disease-free groaning and petty bourgeoisie of those wind and snowy mandarin ducks and butterflies, all go to hell.
There must be something in the blood that governed my brother's getting out of the city passes and tickets for the Zhivago family. Three generations of four supporting the old and the young began to escape to the remote countryside, and my heart was full of hope: there were old vacations in remote villages. The house, as long as it can accommodate four people to live without disputes, there is nothing to ask for.
The hardship of the journey and the miserable scenes witnessed along the way cannot be expressed in words. The unexpected encounter with Pasha, a senior official of the Red Army, made Zhivago deeply worried about Larry's fate. The end of this journey is not far from where Larry lives. Can two people who care about each other meet again?
Although a peach blossom day in the countryside is materially barren, at least one family can stay together. Despite the ice and snow outside the window, the house is full of joy. In a few months, Zhivago and Tonya's second child will be born. New life will always bring new joy. The daffodils outside the house sway in the wind, and life seems to be getting better day by day.
In the town’s library, Zhivago, who was searching for information, and Larry, who had found her husband again, met unexpectedly. Probably this is fate. Some people are destined to meet again, even if they experience more breakups. It seems that some damp match sticks may not be able to be ignited the first time, but as long as you stick to the stroke, there will always be a hearty burning.
Mind and body are wandering between Tonya and Larry, and desperate people can only gather courage to live by comforting each other. This is not fair, to any woman who loves you, you love. Zhivago must make a choice between his wife and lover. Okay, let things come to a close this afternoon, let yourself return to the virtuous and kind wife, and break up with the ill-fated Larry. In this world, you cannot love all the people who love you, believe it or not.
God's will make people! A goodbye caused Zhivago to lose more than two women, as well as all his family. On the way, Zhivago, who was kidnapped as a doctor by the guerrillas who followed him for a long time, didn't even have a chance to say goodbye. In the two years of guerrilla warfare, I have witnessed countless deaths, and I am always concerned about my loved ones. Finally, I can muster up the courage to escape. On a thousand miles of ice-covered wasteland, a ragged, thin-faced man measures the earth with his footprints toward home, and occasionally sees the same escaped lone ghosts. Why does everyone look like His Tonia, his Sasha, his father-in-law...
finally walked to town, no family members, and fled back to Moscow. Larry was still there, watching. From the letter transferred from Tonya Torari, Zhivago learned that his family had fled to Paris, and the situation was similar to that of the earl’s family in exile in Shanghai.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is fluttering. Zhivago can only depend on Larry. During these days Larry was Zhivago's muse and the source of all Zhivago's inspiration. Thick ice and snow seem to block everything in the world outside the hut. In the crystal palace protected by snow, Zhivago is immersed in the beauty of love and poetry... When the
snow finally melts, the volute also has bad luck. When Zhivago had to break up with Larry again, what was left? With a sickly skeleton and a heart-wounded heart, Zhivago returned to Moscow, and under the care of his Soviet brother, he returned to work in the hospital.
Even in the old days, he never expected that a figure resembling Larry on the street made his dead soul still excited and unable to hold himself, and then caused a myocardial infarction, lying slowly on the street a few steps away from Larry. He would never know that he and Larry had a daughter, although this daughter had disappeared a long time ago; he would never know his poems that were once liked, then despised, but finally received face up and welcome. Larry and his brother worked hard to be popularized.
And what about himself? Like a grain of sand on a beach, it has experienced countless scouring, grinding, trampling, and being swallowed silently by huge waves. Only the murmurs and chants left by him when he laughed and when he was in pain, in a calm night, accompanied by the moon, whirled in some lighted windows. Is there a night when these poetry lines can find the pearls he has lost, wear them one by one, and bring them back to the place where his soul rests to reunite with him?
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