Thinking of Serova, who had rumors with Rokossovsky, Sokov couldn't help but ask: "I remember that his wife Serova is an actress. I wonder if she is in our movie?"
Does it play a role?"
"No." Werner answered very simply: "What we filmed is just a war film. There are basically no emotional scenes in it. Even if there is, it is just a supporting role. Let a famous meritorious actor like Serova play such a
It's simply disrespectful to her for being a little person."
"That's true."
Sokov just asked casually, and he felt a little disappointed when he learned that Serova would not come to participate in the filming of the movie. Unexpectedly, when Werner saw Sokov's expression, he suddenly remembered something, and
He asked tentatively: "General Sokov, have you ever been a subordinate of Marshal Rokossovsky?"
"Yes." To Werner's question, Sokov gave him an affirmative answer: "During the big counterattack under Moscow, I was in his 16th Army. I have been in his army for the past two years.
The Belarusian Front can be regarded as his old subordinates."
"Since you are an old subordinate of Marshal Rokossovsky, you must have heard the rumors between him and Serova, right?"
Seeing that Werner was so concerned about Rokossovsky's love life, Sokov wanted to echo a few words and communicate with him what he knew. But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them hard.
When he went back, he thought that he had just met Werner and didn't understand him at all, so he was just gossiping about senior commanders here. If it spread, it might affect the friendship between him and Rokossovsky.
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After thinking about this, he said seriously: "Comrade screenwriter, Marshal Rokossovsky and Serova met on the front line. At that time, Serova came to the front line as a member of the condolence group to express condolences and fought with Comrade Marshal.
After a period of time, it was originally a normal relationship, but it was rumored to have changed. It was said that the two of them were in love, something happened in private, and so on. However, rumors are just rumors and should not be taken as true. We cannot because
These untrue rumors have affected the reputation of a senior commander."
Seeing that Sokov's answer was spotless, Werner suddenly felt bored and looked down at the manuscript again.
When meeting a close friend, a thousand glasses of wine are too little, and a half-word is too much to talk about. Sokov felt like this at this moment. He frequently raised his wrist to look at his watch, and muttered to himself, why haven't Agni and the others come yet?
Time passed minute by minute in agony. When the door was finally knocked, Sokov breathed a sigh of relief and then stood up to open the door.
As expected, it was the four Agni people who came.
"I'm sorry, Comrade General." Agni explained to Sokov with some embarrassment: "We had some delays today, so we came a little late and kept you waiting."
"It's not too late, it's not too late." Sokov made an invitation gesture towards the inside: "Come in quickly."
When Agni and others entered the room, they immediately saw Werner sitting at the table reading the manuscript, and they all greeted in unison: "Hello, comrade screenwriter!"
Werner looked up at a few people, nodded slightly as a greeting, and then looked down at his manuscript.
"Comrades, if you are ready, let's start."
After hearing Sokov say that he was going to start writing a book, Werner looked at the manuscript in his hand. There were still more than 30,000 words in the manuscript that he had not read. If he listened to Sokov read the rest of the book at this moment, I am afraid there would be a disconnect in the plot.
So he suggested to Sokov: "Comrade General, it seems that you haven't had breakfast yet. How about having breakfast first and then continuing to write the rest of the plot?"
Sokov was embarrassed to leave Werner alone to have breakfast because Werner had been staying in his room reading the manuscript. When he heard what he said, he immediately guessed his intention and asked casually: "Why don't you talk to me?"
Would you like to have something to eat together?”
"Thank you, I had already eaten when I came here." Werner waved his hand and said, "You go and eat."
After Sokov left, Agni curiously asked Werner: "Comrade screenwriter, you asked Comrade General to have breakfast because you want to seize the time to read all the plots that have been written, right?"
"Yes, it is indeed like this." Werner did not deny Agni's question: "As the first readers, don't you think this book is very wonderful? If I don't read the whole plot, I will
If I listen directly to the content at the end, the missing parts in the middle will affect my mood."
"You're right. It's such a good book. If you miss some of the plot and just listen to the back content, it's really uncomfortable." Agni said: "Do you think there is a chance to adapt it into a movie after this book is written?
Script?”
"Needless to say, it can definitely be adapted into a movie script." Werner replied without hesitation: "Don't forget, I am the movie screenwriter, and my superior arranged for me to adapt this novel. Originally, I thought my superior gave me
The assigned tasks made me embarrassed, but now I realize that I came to the right place."
After hearing what Werner said, Gruster deliberately asked: "Comrade screenwriter, how can the task of your superiors embarrass you?"
Werner chuckled twice, and then said: "When I came here, I have been thinking that this general may be a good person in commanding operations. But it is like a mountain, and if he wants to write a novel well, he will probably be better than him.
It’s still difficult. If my superiors insist on asking me to adapt his novel into a movie script, it would be equivalent to asking me to write a new book. The workload would be too much. I estimate that I won’t be able to complete it in less than a year.
Task."
"But after you saw the manuscript, you changed your opinion, right, comrade screenwriter?" Agni asked.
"Yes, Comrade Agni, you are right." Werner shook the manuscript in his hand and continued: "When I first read the manuscript, I had a disapproving attitude, thinking that no matter how well you write,
Well, when I wanted to adapt it into a screenplay, I had to write it again. After I saw the manuscript, my attitude changed. Although it was only half written, I firmly believed that this was an excellent novel.
, once it is published, it will cause a sensation. I think it will not only be adapted into a movie in the future, but also adapted into a play and opera, which will be performed all over the country."
Everyone present knows Werner and knows that he is a screenwriter who is proud of his talent and has a high vision. At this moment, he actually admires Sokov's novel so much. As one of the participants in the creation of the novel, they can't help but feel a little bit happy.
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Besides, when Sokov came to the restaurant downstairs for dinner, he found that it was empty and there was no one there. He knew that he had already passed the restaurant at this moment, so he could only go to the window and ask a chef who was busy inside: "Comrade, are you still here?"
Is there breakfast?”
The chef had his back to Sokov and didn't even see who was asking the question, so he said impatiently: "Don't you look at what time it is now? If you come here at this time, you still want to eat.
It’s a dream.”
Faced with the chef's unfriendliness, Sokov could not get angry. After all, he had done something wrong. Who asked him to come down so late? Others can't open a small stove just for themselves, right?
"Forget it, I'll go outside to find something to eat." Although Sokov felt disappointed in his heart, he still did not forget the courtesy. He said to the chef's back: "Thank you, comrade chef!"
Just when Sokov turned around to leave, the chef also turned around. When he saw clearly that the person who asked him was actually a general, he suddenly broke into a cold sweat and said hurriedly: "I'm sorry, General."
Comrade, I didn’t know it was you. If there was anything rude in what I just said, please forgive me!”
"It doesn't matter." Sokov has always been reasonable. Naturally, he would not embarrass a guest house chef for such a trivial matter. Instead, he continued to ask politely: "Is there somewhere that sells food nearby?"
"After leaving the guest house, walk east." The chef said respectfully: "Walk about two hundred meters and you will see a cafe that is open all day. You should find something to eat there."
After thanking the chef, Sokov left the guest house and followed the other party's instructions to find the cafe.
When he opened the door and walked in, a waitress immediately came over and asked politely: "Comrade Commander, what can I do for you?"
"I want to eat something." Sokov asked tentatively: "Is your place open for business?"
"Of course, Comrade Commander." The waitress replied: "We are open 24 hours a day, you can come and eat at any time."
Under the guidance of the waitress, Sokov came to a table and sat down, picked up the order, looked at it, and then said: "Bring me a cup of coffee..."
"What kind of coffee do you want?" Before Sokov could finish speaking, the waitress asked first, "Is it black coffee without sugar?"
After hearing this, Sokov couldn't help laughing and asked: "Girl, do the soldiers who eat here like to drink black coffee with sugar?"
"Yes, Comrade Commander." The waitress said in a positive tone: "When they come, they always order a cup of black coffee without sugar, and then a few pieces of chopped chocolate."
Sokov often went to coffee shops in later generations. He knew that after ordering a full plate of chocolate in a coffee shop in Russia, they liked to ask the waiter to chop it up, put it on a small plate, and eat it while drinking coffee or tea.
Plant chopped chocolate. But Sokov doesn't like to eat it like this. He prefers to eat the whole chocolate.
"Bring me a cup of milky coffee and a pack of biscuits." Sokov stared at the list in his hand and ordered what he wanted to eat: "And a piece of jam cake."
After the waitress recorded Sokov's order, she asked again: "Does the jam cake need to be cut?"
The jam bread sold in Russian cafes is basically long and inconvenient to eat directly. It needs to be cut into small pieces and eaten with a fork. In response to the waitress's question, Sokov nodded.
: "Then let's cut it open."
A few minutes after the waitress left, she came over with Sokov's order on a tray.
She put the contents of the tray on the table in front of Sokov one by one, said: "Bonary appetite!" and then left with the tray.
While eating, Sokov was thinking about how much content he should write today.
At this moment, he suddenly heard someone calling his name: "Misha?!"
Hearing someone calling his name, Sokov instinctively raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw a man wearing a gray windbreaker and a white woolen hat standing not far away, with a satchel on his shoulder.
young girl.
This girl looks so familiar? Sokov's first impression when he saw this girl was: I seem to have seen her somewhere, but I couldn't remember where.
Seeing Sokov staring at her infatuatedly, the girl couldn't help but smile, then walked up to Sokov, and said with a smile: "Misha, it is you, I thought I had mistakenly admitted the person just now. After all,
The last time we met, you were just a colonel. I didn’t expect that after three years of not seeing each other, you’d become a general!”
Hearing that the other party said that the last time he saw him, he was still a colonel, and that they had met three years ago. Sokov immediately connected the Battle of Stalingrad, and this girl's name also came to his mind: "
Kopalova, you are Kopalova." At the end, she added, "I think you are a photojournalist for Izvestia."
When the girl heard Sokov call her name, a smile appeared on her face. When she heard Sokov said his work unit and occupation, she suppressed the smile on her face and said with some displeasure:
"Only this?"
Sokov smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to answer.
Kopalova sat down next to Sokov, looked at him and said: "Misha, have you really forgotten all about our past?"
Hearing the other party's question, Sokov broke into a cold sweat. He vaguely remembered that when they met in Stalingrad, the other party came close to his ear and said: "I hate you!" At that time, he guessed that this beautiful woman
There must have been some story between the reporter and the real Sokov. But the terrible thing is that he did become Sokov, but he did not inherit his memory. Naturally, he did not know his past with this female reporter.
Sokov remained silent, and Kopalova continued: "Misha, can you tell me what happened to you? Have you really forgotten me?"
"Kopalova," Sokov replied awkwardly, scratching the back of his head: "A few days before the start of the major counterattack under Moscow, the town of Khimki that I was ordered to guard was bombed by enemy planes. And I also
I was knocked unconscious during the bombing, and when I woke up, I found that I couldn’t remember many past events and people due to the shock to my brain.”
Although Sokov's explanation was a bit far-fetched, Kopalova's ears gave her new ideas: "No wonder Misha has not contacted me since he joined the army. I thought he completely destroyed me."
I forgot, it turned out that he lost his memory due to a head injury. No wonder when I went to Stalingrad for interviews, he looked at me like a stranger."
"Kopalova," Sokov quickly asked with concern, not wanting to dwell on such embarrassing things, "Have you eaten yet?"
Kopalova smiled faintly, and then said: "Misha, if I have had breakfast, will I come to this cafe?"
"Since you haven't eaten before, let's have some together." After Sokov said, he raised his hand towards the counter and called to the waitress who was standing there chatting: "Comrade waiter, please come here, we are ordering something.
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This chapter has been completed!