War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 1075 Music and Photos

In the rain, in the fenced yard surrounded by birch forest on almost three sides, the wooden house was extraordinarily warm and lively.

In the living room, Olga played her best waltz of flowers on the Lilica piano, and then played some classic pieces on the bayan.

Immediately after, Sui Xin, who was sitting in a wheelchair, also played two pieces of music with Guqin Youquan and her own Guqin.

Not only their two professional players, Sui Sui and Lola, Katenka sisters, Maya and Olena, also learned the song without a name from Galina, and Olga, who is extremely talented in music, Accompanied by the score.

Even Wei Ran played a piece of "Guangling San" on Guqin Youquan under Ji Ma's booing, and then played a piece of "Jiukuang".

In the end, even Sui Sui volunteered to play a song that made Sui Xin shake her head.

As the little concert came to an end, Grandma Galina also took out the ordinary necklace from the box.

“It’s been a long time since this place has been this lively”

Galina sighed contentedly, and then said, "Olga, take that bayanqin away, and take away all the other things in this box, as long as I keep this necklace Now, it’s the only thing my biological mother has left, and my mother Cora used to wear it a lot.”

"What did you say?"

Olga looked at the old lady sitting opposite in surprise. She really came here just to return the instrument and the contents of the box to their original owners, but she never mentioned that she wanted to keep it by herself.

"Didn't you say you had a pavilion at lunch?"

Galina said with a smile, "If you don't mind, just put these things in your exhibition hall and treat them as lent to you. If anyone can go there, if someone sees these things, If they are willing to hear what happened in that war, maybe my mother Cora will also be very pleased."

"me."

Before the excited Olga could finish her sentence, Galina waved her hand gently, "Don't worry, I have conditions."

"You said, no matter what the conditions, I will agree." Olga hurriedly made a promise.

Galina smiled, "It's not a harsh condition, as long as you go to the cemetery in Osinowitz every year on Children's Day, go to the tombstones of my mother Cora and my brothers and sisters, and play that song The song, just sing that song to them. Also, help me put this necklace on."

"I promise I will go every year." Olga made a serious promise, and at the same time got up immediately, took the necklace, and helped the dying old woman wear it around her neck.

"Grandma Galina" Wei Ran asked proactively, "I also want to borrow some things from you."

"Good boy, what do you want to borrow?" Galina asked kindly.

"How about those photos?" Wei Ran pointed to the envelope he brought, "Can I display these photos publicly?"

"You want to exhibit these photos?"

"right"

Wei Ran nodded earnestly, "How about just being in Olga's exhibition hall? Of course, I also have a library in Kazan, and there will be an exhibition there, so more people will definitely know about that time. What happened to the people in this war."

"so."

"Of course, I will also send you a gift as a thank you." Wei Ran added before the old lady could speak.

"What gift do you want to give us?"

The old man Zurab who had been silent just now asked with great interest, "Would you like to help us with farm work? That's really good. In our backyard, those sunflower poles haven't had time to be dug up yet."

"I believe that in the future, Olga and Olena will often come here to help you with farm work." Before Wei Ran finished speaking, an off-road vehicle also parked outside the fenced yard.

"It seems that my gift has arrived." Wei Ran stood up with a smile and walked towards the door.

As the door opened, the gangster leader Greva, dressed in a formal suit and with a brooch in the shape of thorns and feathers pinned to his chest, also put away his umbrella, and handed the two huge kraft paper straps in his hand to Wei Ran .

"Greva, why are you here?"

Jima leaned over in surprise and touched his good brother's fist. At the same time, he glanced at the brooch on the other's chest without any trace. On it was written in conspicuous red Russian "Time Library Security Manager Greva Ala "He".

"Mr. Victor sent me here"

Greva replied solemnly, "He called me last night. I came here on this morning's flight just to deliver these things. Well, I have to catch a flight back, so don't bother Everyone."

"Wait for me at the pier"

Jima whispered something in the other party's ear, then shook hands with the other party solemnly, and watched Greva drive the off-road vehicle to the direction of the pier in the rain.

At the same time, Wei Ran, who had walked back to Galina's old couple, also sat down again, first took out a huge photo frame wrapped in kraft paper from one of the paper bags, and handed it to Galina, "This It's my first gift to you."

"what is this?"

As Galina said, she opened the outer kraft paper with great interest, and then found that this one-meter-square solid wood photo frame turned out to be a photo, a photo she had seen in the news, depicting the Soviet Union. Photo of the red flag planted on the German Reichstag in World War II!
"I found this photo." Wei Ran explained with a smile, "If you like it, please accept it. This is the best gift I can think of."

"This is also the best gift I've ever received this year," Galina said excitedly, obviously recalled by the flag in the photo.

"I'll find a nail to hang it on," Zurab said, standing up and walking to the next room.

"Next is the second gift"

As Wei Ran spoke, he took out a huge photo album from the second kraft paper tape and handed it to Galina, and Zurab, who had already left, couldn't help but came back and stood beside Galina. Watch together from behind.

"These are all historical photos I found, and they all record the beauty and misfortune of the war."

Wei Ran paused, and said in a calm tone, "Although I haven't experienced those cruel wars, I think the photos I found can help some people understand the cruelty of wars, and remember those who are forever young because of wars." people—even if they don’t have a name.”

"Will those photos also appear in these albums?" Galina asked seriously after a moment of silence.

"Yes, definitely."

Wei Ran nodded, and also made a promise very seriously, "Those photos will also be displayed permanently in the library, and will also appear in Olga and the others' exhibition hall.

In the future, maybe, no, for sure, there will definitely be more people in the future, who will go to the cemetery in Osinowitz on Children's Day and sing that song without a name to those children without names. "

"I agree, I agree."

Galina wiped the corners of her eyes, "Good boy, take those photos, just as you said just now, let more people remember them."

"It is the best gift for you to come here today, play music for us, sing together, and eat together."

Grandpa Zurab said with emotion, "Since I retired in 01, I haven't sung with so many young people for a long time."

“We will come here often”

Olena vowed, "At least my sister and I will come here often, not necessarily a few of them, they are usually in Kazan."

"It seems that we have two more young helpers for our farm work." Mr. Zurab blinked his eyes after he finished speaking, his attitude was as kind as coaxing a child.

"How about we take a group photo?" Wei Ran abruptly suggested, "How about taking a group photo in the room, by the stove?"

"I have no opinion"

Jima was the first to say, "I've never had a photo with a hero. Principal Nicholas is also a hero who has gone through World War II, but he doesn't even want to take a photo with me."

"Why don't you want to take a photo with you?" Grandma Galina asked curiously.

"He always thinks I'll embarrass him," Jima grinned helplessly and complained, followed by two old people who couldn't stop laughing.

"We're not heroes, so we'd love to take a photo with you, little guy, come here."

As Zurab said, he had already moved the chair to the edge of the stove.

Under Wei Ran's arrangement, everyone sat around the warm stove and looked at Wei Ran's Rollei double-lens reflex camera placed on the edge of the long table.

"That's an old antique"

Galina, who was waiting to be photographed, couldn't help but said, "When I was as young as these kids, that kind of camera was outdated."

"Aren't we obsolete too?"

Mr. Zurab joked about himself very calmly, "Outdated things are not necessarily bad, and fashionable things are not necessarily good."

"You are right"

Maya, who was holding a cup of hot tea in her hand, said with a smile, "For example, Jima is very fashionable recently, but he is really not a good guy."

As soon as these words came out, the whole room burst into laughter again, and Wei Ran, who pressed the delayed shutter, ran to Sui Sui's side and sat down amidst the laughter, and took the cup handed by the other party.

After a short wait, the smiling photos of a group of young people and two elderly people holding a photo album were permanently imprinted on the film—just like the house that withstood the wind and snow more than half a century ago. and everything that happens in the hungry basement.

After agreeing to send the photos to the two old people, Wei Ran and Jima helped to hang the photo frame given as a gift on the wall directly above the fireplace, and then helped to clean up the tables and chairs. During the farewell of the old man, he boarded the van outside the fenced yard with the harvest.

　Let’s update it earlier, it’s 5.12 a year again.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)