"Officers" Movie Review Essay & Film Analysis

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there kinotraditsiya untouchable in this country - February 23 to watch "Officers". It is changing the name of the holiday, but it does not change people's attitudes to him and to the film. I remember the first time I watched this movie, about 13-14 years ... Just to say that he shook me, I can not. He got into my mind, into my life. Every night I relive every moment, trying to hold back tears. Basil Lanoviy became my ideal man, and Alina Pokrovskaya - women, I do not avoid the traditional experience, but I would have wanted it in this case. This film, seemingly so simple, it is a personal history of everyone who sees it and likes.
In our family, there was no war, but after the war, no one asked about it. In 1942, my grandfather was 16 years old, and it was in this year, he ran out of the house to the front. He's one foot reached Ukraine. And when asked to join the army, he did not return home - very far away and we were here for the Germans. He was appointed clerk in the headquarters would probably want to save it. On one of its front-line photos it can be seen that it is quite a boy - is standing with his head down among adults and older men already in a form that is a bit big to him. Therefore, when I hear the song Vysotsky «And I wanted to let be yonder, dressed in not on the growth of ...» I always think of my grandfather. Motorized infantry troops, in which he fought a corporal, met the Victory in Bulgaria. By the time he had already participated in the battles, he liberated Sofia. In 1945, he was 19 years old - the age of conscription, he left to serve in Bulgaria, where he spent 3 years
grandfather returned to his village in 1948.. It was a beautiful, grown-up, in a new form. I love photos of this period. He went to Leningrad to study, wanted to become a professional artist, but returned very soon - started having health problems. Then he married my grandmother, they had four sons, my dad -. The youngest
My grandfather died 18 years after the victory, and in 21 years before I was born. He died of kidney disease, which cold, until they were surrounded by a few days in a swampy area, and a year, lived in Leningrad, aggravated his illness. I left him his military records, some notes written by his own hand and addressed to my grandmother at home hang two pictures of his work. Recently dad gave me a pair of his watercolor drawings that I kept them ... One of them painted the destroyed bridge and pencil signed "Merry thorns." That's all I know about his grandfather, is a grain that remained from the once young and hopeful life, which watched her clear brown eyes, my grandfather.
I once leafed casually got me a book about the war and came across on veteran memories, he spoke of the town in the Ukraine, which he had to release. The town was called Merry thorns. My heart leapt, and I read on: "... a great companion of the industrial city. I spread this village twenty kilometers from Krivoy Rog in the steppe between the gullies and ravines dug vernal waters. " I realized that my grandfather to me how little I knew about it either. He would have told me more if I could. This village is not on maps and in gazetteers, but for me on the map of the Great Patriotic has this name, because I know that in him lay a military road of my grandfather.
There are many war heroes, whose names are sacred to all times more heroes, whose names history has not preserved. For me, the most important history of the war - is the story of 16-year-old boy Misha Bitokov whose life is consumed war, youth and old age that she had been kidnapped.

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