Chapter 22 night under the Keren left flag (next)
But I never beat the drum of retreat, let alone in front of Ding Si-Tian, a little searching, there is a plan, I made a wink to the fat man, the fat man immediately understood, stretched out his hands down, made a quiet gesture, said to the group: “Everyone be quiet, let’s ask Comrade Lenin to give a few words to everyone.”
The youths immediately knew what trick we were going to play, in that culturally depleted era, upside down only eight model operas, ordinary people do not have any extra cultural entertainment, but no matter what time of the day, the young people always have their own way, one of the most popular entertainment at that time, is to imitate the speeches of the great men in the movie, the existing classics for the art of re-processing, the difficulty of the imitation alone is also quite large, not everyone can learn, once a person is a great man, he will not be able to learn, he will not be able to learn. Not everyone can learn, once someone learns a few resemblance, pretend a few ordinary people can not be compared to the temperament of the leader, but also unique, then the imitator will become an idol in the eyes of the crowd.
When in the military region peeped a lot of inside the movie, I thought about which to imitate, comrades and brothers of Vietnam and North Korean films are not suitable, sad and serious but not enough dramatic tension, nothing classic dialogue, it is difficult to bring the audience through the performance of the spiritual impact, the domestic also can not, everyone is too familiar with the lack of difficulty in the performance, a little pondering, I and the fat man in the heart will have a plan, and then Local materials, pick up some wool on the grass glued to the upper lip as a false beard, with some spit into the heart of the hand to touch the hair, the two were combed into a big back head, try to make their foreheads appear very prominent.
The two of us in the majestic firelight before the face to face station, sitting next to watch the youths are strange: “really like ah, this is not Lenin and Stalin?” They understood what kind of program Fatty and I were going to perform, and then they watched our every move with smiles and giggles.
As soon as I saw that the atmosphere was not right, I hurriedly turned to the youths and said, “All of you have to be serious, don’t be cheeky, this performance of ours is to show the grave atmosphere before the great storm of the revolution is about to come, all of you have to be cooperative, or else the performance will be bad and we both won’t be able to get off the stage.”
Then fat man and I do not move, such as the October Square sculpture frozen in the great man in history of a moment, in fact, the key at this time is that they can not be happy out, otherwise do not want to bluff the audience, Ding Sishen took out the harmonica, the rhythm of the slow and heavy music rang out, in the positive cooperation of her accompaniment, the surroundings are finally quiet, the young people are silent, began to go by the song and dance of the just now in the dullness of the history of the chapter of the heavy, time seems to return to the history of the revolution. Chapter heavy, time seems to go back to the night before the attack on the Winter Palace.
Knowing it was time, I swept my eyes slowly over the elephant crowd, then stared at Fatty and asked with a somber expression, “Comrade Joseph, are you ready to launch an attack on the Winter Palace?” As soon as this classic line was uttered, I myself felt that I had turned into Comrade Lenin in the movie, and the audience underneath seemed to have turned into those workers in the movie who looked up to Lenin.
The fat man, with a belly, took on the air of a second chief who was amiable but not imperious, modest but arbitrary, and said to me, “Beloved Vladimir Mihirich, the gates of Nikolai will be opened early tomorrow morning by the heroic and fearless working class, and for this we will not hesitate to pay the price in blood.”
I clenched my fists in righteous indignation and hatred, “Exploitation, oppression, domination, slavery, assassination, violence, hunger, and poverty have combined to devour us …… For thousands of years, the blood of the working class has been shed into the sea, hasn’t our blood been shed enough?”
This paragraph requires fast speech, spit out the words accurately, be sure to fire every word like a cannonball, mobilizing the audience with the enemy’s emotions, the background of the era of young people have this common world view and values, the young people associated with their own destiny, and indeed infected, everyone was moved, it is the time to bring the atmosphere to the climax of the atmosphere: “If this final victory If this final victory still requires bloodshed, then let Nicholas’s blood drown the Winter Palace …… I took the opportunity to raise my right hand, made a stop gesture, a slight pause, and then swung my fist down and said forcefully: “Because death, does not belong to the working class!”
Fatty, who was standing next to me, was waiting for me to say this last line, and immediately raised his fist and led the cry, “Yes, death does not belong to the working class!” The surrounding youths followed Fatty’s lead and shouted that death does not belong to the working class, then they all applauded together and unanimously demanded that Comrade Lenin be asked not to go away, and that there be another one.
A flawless performance, the size of the fire Hou pinch impeccable, coupled with the audience with extremely in place, I have more than once imitated Lenin’s speech, perhaps in the future there will be the opportunity to play this game, but I know in my heart, whether it is the atmosphere or the mood, in the future will never be able to reach the realm of this time, the night of the Kelinzuoqi grassland dinner, unforgettable.
I pulled off the fake beard back to sit down, Ding Sistern surprised me and said: “eighty-one, you’re wonderful, I can’t imagine that you still have this kind of ability, I just now really think of you as comrade Lenin, acting is really too much like.” I heard her say so, of course I was overjoyed, but I still have to maintain my usual modest nature, that era popular reserve, so I waved my hand, a little embarrassed and said, “Nothing, this is nothing, there are strange peaks on the river, hidden in the clouds and mist, I’m the ordinary invisible, and occasionally show the lofty.”
The fat man is very envious of my appreciation by the intellectuals, he hurriedly said to Ding Sistian: “Just now, I just give the old Hu with the drama, did not have time to show my own style, or I’ll come to a separate section of the Li Yuhe, or let you see my lofty ……” In the fat man The youths began a second round of performances under the active encouragement of Fatty.
This night in so past half, in this kind of occasion, even if again no alcohol, will more or less drink a few bowls of wine, wine is not drunk everyone from drunkenness, and finally I drank in a daze, I do not know when the scattered, and who carried me into the yurt.
A long night wind, a scrape and pass, sleep in the dark, woke up with a splitting headache, flow a lot of diluted snot, it seems that the cold is not yet well, sleepy eyes look around, the original themselves and Fatty, including the “head” Lao Ni, were arranged in the same yurt, clothes and shoes have not had time to take off, only to see a fat man’s leg pressed on Lao Ni’s stomach, and the yurt, the yurt, the yurt, the yurt, the yurt, the yurt, the yurt, the yurt, the yurt, the yurt, the yurt, the yurt, the yurt. The only thing to see is that Fatty’s leg is pressed on Lao Ni’s stomach snoring, and Lao Ni is constantly talking nonsense, and the two of them have not woken up, and there is no one else in the yurt, and I estimate that the rest of the herders and the youths probably went back to their homes in the same night.
I lost the concept of time, I do not know what time it is now, headache, but also want to lie down again to sleep a sleep, but not yet closed his eyes, found that the yurt outside the sound is not right, rumbling as muffled thunder ramp, this muffled thunder sound like a tide from the east to the yurt where we slept to cover up, I am from the outside what happened when I wondered what happened, I saw Ding Sishen rushed in from the outside, anxiously shouted to me: “Quickly run outside, the cattle have exploded!”