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"The Dawns Here Are Quiet" is a Soviet novel. It tells the story of five female soldiers who fought a fierce and cruel pursuit battle with the German army in the forest during the Great Patriotic War in 1942.

The girls died one after another, and finally the squad leader Lida was seriously injured. In order not to drag down her comrade Vaskov, she shot herself.

In order to avenge his comrades, the angry Vaskov destroyed the German army's forest camp and captured the German soldiers.

The ending of the story is that the white-haired Vaskov took Lida's son to the forest where the female soldiers died in the battle and erected a marble tombstone for them.

Young people born in peacetime passed by here with laughter, and when they saw the tombstone, they stood in silence to express their respect.

This novel has been adapted into movies and dramas one after another, and later there was a song of the same name. In the decades since its birth, it has touched countless people.

The name of Le Jing's new movie is a tribute to this great classic. As for the content of the movie, it is another completely different story.

Le Jing's version of "The Dawns Here Are Quiet" is a large-scale memoir, a story about rusty guns and cannons and the passionate old times, about faith, about blood, about love and life without tombstones, and about the steel giants that died at the end of the 20th century.

The story begins with the memories of a disabled veteran and ends with memories.

The whole story is nothing more than the echoes of the times and the glory of the past in the thin memories.

Therefore, the heavy sense of fate that permeates the times and makes people breathless is more gripping, more epic and tragic.

No matter what era, no matter where you are, as long as human beings are still emotional animals, this story belonging to the old times can still resonate with countless people.

…

When "The Dawns Here Are Quiet" was finished, it was dusk, the sunset on the horizon was magnificent and gorgeous, and the red was thrilling, just like the Soviet Union soaked in blood that year.

Le Jing turned off the camera, looked at the jubilant crew, and smiled with relief.

It was finally finished.

The filming took more than four months from the end of March to the middle of August. The filming of the film was finally completed, just in time for the National Day.

If it weren't for the strong support of the country, the filming process would not have been so smooth.

Many of the actors in the film are veteran actors from Europe, and Le Jing didn't have the face to invite them.

It was only after the leader read his script and gave instructions, asking the relevant departments to cooperate with Le Jing's work, that he was able to successfully gather enough actors.

"The Dawns Here Are Quiet" is based on Soviet history, and the main and supporting roles are naturally mostly European.

The crew members came from all over the world and used various languages. Although the four months of running-in were difficult, the final result was very gratifying - there is no doubt that this is a masterpiece.

"I'm very happy." The young man spoke in a low voice, but the lively crew gradually quieted down, and countless pairs of kind eyes met him. The young man smiled softly, like a quiet breeze passing through the canyon, smoothing the fine lines of the waves: "You all did your best to contribute the most outstanding performances, I am proud of you."

"I dare not say that this movie will make you famous in history, but one thing is certain..." The young man's eyes were firm, as if he was saying something true: "This is a good movie."

After a short silence, the staff and actors smiled and applauded enthusiastically.

Several actors with Russian ancestry raised their hands and shouted like in the movie: "Ura!" "Ura!"

Le Jing was slightly stunned, and he actually felt that he didn't know what day it was. In a trance, he even had the illusion that he was still on Earth.

At this moment, he suddenly felt homesick.

He has been traveling alone for too long, and the memory of the earth is like a dream.

Under the young skin is an old soul.

If it can be included in the Guinness World Records, it will probably take hundreds of years for his survival record to be broken by humans who have cracked the longevity gene code.

He didn't know how long this sudden time travel would last, nor did he know where the journey would end.

But the only thing that was certain was that he had a wonderful and splendid life.

Even if the journey ended the next moment, there would be no regrets.

…

On September 20th, Xie Xun was already restless.

Tomorrow is the premiere of "The Dawns Here Are Quiet".

He received the tickets for the premiere half a month ago and has been looking forward to it for a long time.

"The Dawns Here Are Quiet" was invested and distributed by the Central Propaganda Department of the State Council, and many domestic and foreign stars and veteran actors joined. It is this year's National Day tribute film, which has already attracted countless eyeballs and has received a lot of attention overseas.

At the same time, because of the special background of the producer and the special release date, this movie was naturally interpreted by the outside world as having countless political significance. The young man Shi Jing has also become the talk of countless people at home and abroad.

Although works such as "Records of the Republic of China's Literary Masters", "The Queen's Royal Dog", "Young Marquis of Fenglangjuxu", "Small Figures in Ancient Earth History", and "The Mystery of Empress Wu Zetian" have long proved Le Jing's talent, it is still a bit worrying for a 25-year-old young man to independently shoot a National Day tribute film.

Can he really handle such a grand subject?

Is it too careless to choose such a young boy to shoot a film?

Before watching the movie, Xie Xun deliberately checked a lot of information about the Soviet Union and had a preliminary understanding of this great country that died young.

But after all, it was a long time ago and the information on the Internet was limited. The Soviet Union left Xie Xun with countless mysteries.

So Xie Xun is looking forward to how Le Jing will shoot this movie and from what angle he will interpret the Soviet Union.

Although there was no basis for it, he had a hunch that Shi Jing would deliver an excellent answer, leaving all those who questioned speechless.

September 21st at 8pm.

The Beijing Grand Theater was brightly lit and star-studded, and those invited to watch the movie were all big names in the industry. Xie Xun found Xu Donghan, Cao Desheng, An Yun and others among them.

It turns out that Xie Xun was able to get this movie ticket thanks to his long-standing support for Shijing Films. Apart from him, their magazine's editor-in-chief accepted the invitation.

When Xie Xun took out the ticket, he didn't know how many envious eyes he attracted.

So this time he must write an excellent film review. He is very confident in the quality of the film. After all, this is a nationally distributed film, and the quality is very guaranteed.

After the reporter's interview, at 8:30, the video started playing.

Xie Xun put on his holographic helmet and immersed himself in the plot.

…

[The spring was bright, the sky was as clear as blue, and the noisy sound of car bells startled a few white pigeons. Children were running around in the square with laughter. On the side were trees lined with trees, and girls and boys were singing and dancing.

It was a peaceful morning.

Music was playing loudly in a house on the street.

The gramophone was spinning, and impassioned music sounded in this small room:

“This march is an uplifting song, recalling the time when the invading troops pressed on the border and the soldiers left their homes and boarded the train. This song accompanied them on their expedition.

Singing it to conquer the Winter Palace in 17 years, singing it to Berlin in 45 years, Russia stood up, united as one, and went through many hardships and hardships over the years.

If one day, the motherland calls us, we will rise up and join in the sacred war for the motherland.

If one day, the motherland calls us, we will rise up and fight for the motherland in a sacred war - a sacred war..."①

The old man stood in front of the mirror, slowly putting on his old military uniform, and with trembling hands like a dead tree, he pinned medals one after another on his chest. There are old and new medals. The newest medals are shining brightly, while the oldest dozen medals are dim.

In the sound of generous and tragic music, the old man slowly straightened the brim of his hat, stooped his body, and limped out of the house with a cane.

The camera pulled down, and his trouser legs were empty, with a small mechanical leg faintly exposed from the trouser legs. What supported his body was a mechanical prosthetic leg.

He walked slowly through the bustling square, walking quietly beside the playful young people.

The crowd slowly quieted down, and the laughing young people put away their smiles and stared solemnly at the old man's hunched back. Someone shouted: "Ula!" "Ula!"

The old man slowly turned around, managed to straighten his body, stretched out his right arm and shouted: "Ula!"

This "Ula" completely detonated all the young people, and everyone shouted enthusiastically:

"You are a real hero!"

"Long live the hero!"

"Can you tell me your name?"

“Tell us your story!”

The old man narrowed his eyes, as if immersed in long-lasting memories, "Where should I start..." He said slowly: "Let me tell you my name first."

"Because I am the youngest son in the family, my mother named me Menshak. I am also the only child who survived in the family." The old man's voice was calm, and there was even a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "I am not a real child. Heroes, because real heroes have died on the battlefield, just like my father and brothers and sisters."

The faces of the young people immediately showed confusion and sadness, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

"No, there is no need to regret it." The old man waved his hand, his cloudy eyes flashing with water: "They have gone to the Soviet now, where all our comrades are."

The old man hammered his waist, his eyes unconsciously following the white pigeons jumping in the square, but in his mind, young men and beautiful girls roared and charged into the war, blocking the spit with their flesh and blood amid the broken walls and ruins. of gunfire.

"How should I explain to them after I die?" The old man asked unconsciously to himself: "The Soviets are no longer here and our country has been destroyed. How can I tell them? How can I tell them this?"

The young people looked at each other, panicked but could only remain silent, not knowing what to say to comfort this sad old hero.

"Today is Victory Day. I want to meet some of my old friends. Do you want to come with me?" The old man smiled sadly: "I can tell you their stories."

"Okay, we'll go with you."

The old man was walking in front with a cane. He was not tall, but the young man looked up at his back.

Finally, the old man stopped at the Martyrs Cemetery. In front of the cemetery, there are flowers surrounded by endless green trees and dense tombstones.

"There are still many people who don't have tombstones." The veteran said. 】

The author has something to say:

① "Farewell to Slavic Women"

Recommend the NetEase Cloud Music Playlist "Original Soviet Union Chorus". When writing this chapter, the music in my ears was passionate, tragic, desolate, or brave and fearless. My heart was surging, my thoughts were in a mess, and the gunfire was flying in front of me. It seemed that I had traveled back to the era when people defended their beliefs with blood.

The next chapter will complete the content of the movie.