Chapter 12 appendix

"Leginka and the Criminal" reflects how a huge economic crisis in Europe in the 1930s spread to the Czech countryside, resulting in the bankruptcy of a large number of small businessmen and the exploitation and poverty of farmers. For a few days, military training encountered difficulties.We are almost swimming against the current.The military flag is already looking for us on the other side.If only the river could freeze to ice, so we wouldn't feel as wide and long as if it were two years before Christmas.There is no winter scene at all, only a dense fog that permeates, exactly like a miasma rising from the water, which makes people ache all over and causes colds and colds.If God also has eyes, he is merciful and merciful, knowing that people have nothing to keep warm, if he still sends severe cold, wouldn't it be that one here will freeze to death, and one pair there will freeze to death.Why do you want to cause so much dissatisfaction and anger from people?What's more, this kind of dense fog is still very beneficial to consumptive disease. For example, if you keep coughing, coughing, coughing, until you can't cough anymore, everyone will be very happy, because there is peace.It's just that you're personally unlucky, but nobody's going to shout about the death of a consumptive man.

Our team rushed forward in such a sparse manner, drenched in sweat.After finally entering a village, there are all yellow and blue low bungalows.Everyone in the village seemed to be dead. No one came out to welcome us, and no one paid attention to us.Gone are the days when big girls smiled at Qiu Ba and looked at us, but we can still hear it in songs, but in real life, even children don't even bother to look at us. We camped in a relatively open place in the village, just in front of a small restaurant.This is a good opportunity, I said, why should we keep money in our pockets, it won't conjure a stove for us, we might as well go to the restaurant to keep warm.So we went.It's bad luck, the door is nailed tightly, we beat it a few times but there is no response, I really want to break it open.When I thought about it, why bother? It's so humid and cold outside, and it won't be warm inside.

Hey, the rest order has been issued anyway, so there's no need to hurry back and stay in the square staring blankly, starving and freezing?Is there no other way to think of it?Really, there is no unparalleled road, and not far from the small restaurant, we found a small shop with a sign on the door: no credit. Really, what does this have to do with us.At no time has anyone given us credit, and we are creditors ourselves, and we are still waiting for installments.But we still have to work hard and suffer from hunger.Now we are hungry.We'll just order bread and bacon and stuff like that.

We went to open the door of the little shop, and a bell rang.Some store owners usually like to go to the factory to order the bells to be hung in their shops, and never resell the customized bells to others-if I am blind, and the sound is like the one just now, then I will know that I am here When I arrived at a grocery store, I might just buy a piece of candy for one copper plate like my grandma and father did at that time.The sound of the bell we heard just now seems to have only rang half, not its full sound, as if someone stole half of its core, and it did not exert all its ability, and its solid core seemed to be Missing, anyway, sounds like it's missing something.

"Ma'am," I said, "let's get some bacon." I didn't see her, but I knew she must be sitting there somewhere in the dark, gray-haired, quick-moving, quick-eyed, running back and forth behind the counter, keeping watch over the whole store.Sure enough, she was sitting there, but her hair was even grayer, her face was blue, and she was very stiff. She said: "Bacon? We don't have any." "Then sausage, ma'am," I said more gently. "Sausage? We don't have any." "Here, ma'am," I said, "there may not be a large number of them, and the variety will not be so complete. How can it compare with the menu of a restaurant? After the main meal, there will be some desserts. Just give us half a baguette enough."

I always like to make a joke or play a prank or something, but when I think about it, I have to start after a while, and my stomach is still rumbling with hunger. "Well, ma'am, we still have to hurry, how can we march on an empty stomach, will you let us go into the kitchen and have a look?" "You guys go," she said, and pushed the door open casually, "go, there won't be any there either." I went.It seems not. The door was closed by a rough man. "We'd like to come for some bread," I explained. "Credit won't work," said the big man, raising his voice firmly.

"We don't have credit, we have cash." "But we don't." "Then we can give it to you." "And what shall we take?" "Get something from the grocery store, get..." take what?take what?I looked around the whole store, and I understood why the bell of the grocery store rang just now, as if half of the core was missing. All the drawers are empty.Now the room doesn't look too dark, and my eyes can see a little more. At a glance, the shop is empty. "Ma'am," I asked in amazement, "what's going on here?"

The aunt was silent, but the rough man answered.He said that people sang a terrible song, and that people always wanted to curse.Conditions in the village were dire.Two years without work, and two years without a new growth in the bushes of the woods, the starving woodcutter diverted himself to carving tombstones for others, and got enough money to pay his recent debts; credit failed, Exorbitant miscellaneous taxes have been aggravated.And we still want to buy something here, and even say to give them money, isn't this just coming to the door to be scolded. Empty sacks were trailing strangely, and the shelves were in a disarray, except that on a shelf near the counter there were two dozen candles, a few packets of whetstones, and bundles of whips, and that was all.The rough man spat a mouthful of spit onto a wooden board densely covered with credits—a hopeless hope—and rubbed it off with his broad hand, wiping it clean. I wrote down all the credits of this year in chalk, and suddenly, it was like my nose was sore, so the snot and tears wet the board, and then I saw a shoe fly out, and the board was kicked One turned upside down, and I saw the words on the back: two dozen candles in the grocery store, a few packs of whetstones, a few bundles of whips...Suddenly a fear came to me, and I held a crown tightly in my hand and put it in my mouth. deep in the bag, turned and walked towards the door.

When we were utterly embarrassed and terribly frightened, Leginka came. I really felt that she had come to rescue us, to rescue us from an unpleasant, sort of frenzied, deeply fogged situation.Little Leginka, with her still-snot-cleaned nose and her mother's kerchief on her head, looked so lively and cheerful, as if she had just come home from a spring garden ball. "Are you taking me?" she asked, her eyes widening. If an eighteen-year-old girl asks this question, I think you will close your eyes, concentrate, and then say "no".And when an eight-year-old girl asks you so trustingly, I don't think you will be vague or evasive at all; you will not pull down your hat to cover your face, or cover your ears with your hands.Leginka was only eight years old.

"We'll take you," I said, "you know we'll take you. So where do you want to go?" "Go to town." "Then we'll take you up town. What do you want to do in town?" "Shopping," she said.Her words amused everyone in the empty shop. "Okay, let's move the whole department store here." Even the weird big man laughed at his little daughter's innocence.The gray-haired old lady wiped the cross with her hand. Leginka was going shopping.Leginka she has money.Leginka, who was still an innocent and carefree child, would know how terrible the situation was when she was a little older.Since this spring, she had dreamed that if someone would give her a little money, she would decorate the empty shop and have a good Christmas.She has had this dream since spring.Even children from poor families, once they get a copper coin, will immediately spend it to buy a piece of cake or a lollipop.And Leginka occasionally got a copper coin, but she didn't feel sorry or unhappy that she couldn't go to the candy store. On the contrary, as soon as she had some money, she immediately went straight to the chicken coop where no one had gone to pick up the eggs. Run, there is the treasure she holds in her last cream jar, her safe.

"It started in the spring, Leginka, and you must have saved a lot of money. For about half a second, she still had doubts about us. But we feasted our eyes, and we all put Her eyes were wide open, wanting to see what was going on. Leginka drew her left hand very seriously, and saw a tightly wrapped little bag clutched tightly in her hand. When she opened the little bag , and looked around to see if any of us were jealous of money, and then she put the money on the counter and folded it into piles. Twenty, thirty, sixty helles, one, two One, three, eight, thirty-eight crowns. "All property. What are you buying, Lekinka?" To buy walnuts, to buy candy, to buy a pair of socks for my father, the project opened a long chain, almost longer than twenty Heller in a row. Twenty helles were laid out on the counter in piles, and the piles were used for socks, and the crown for sweets.The pennies clanged against the hardwood of the counter, and the grocer's bell rang. A man in a very shabby fur coat that has almost lost all its hair comes to visit. Yo, haven't we met this gentleman a long time ago?Not long after we entered the village, he always followed us like a faithful dog. He liked us and was a nice gentleman.All sixty of us were soldiers with guns and knives, and he played a game of fake soldiers with us.After we settled down, he went door-to-door to order and take care of some things, to see if there were any problems left unresolved. We know him. Is a good judge.Although I have never seen his eyes, I can say with certainty that they are blue. Soon we became acquainted and became lively.It was almost ridiculous--what else could he have gotten out of the shop.It is probable that he has come to find bread for us.Perhaps no, he had come to ask for these candles or whips?We'll bet he's here to get those whips - wait until a candle burns out before you find out what the branding was on it. The executioner looked around the shop sullenly. "Nothing, is there?" "Yes, nothing." He took hold of the end of the whip—you see, we guessed it—he wanted something of a finer quality, that is, one that was braided tighter for a better crackling sound— He put it down again.Not even the whip was very strong.Young man, what kind of world is this? It is simply puzzling. What kind of grocery store is this? Isn't this a mockery of the three words "grocery store" written on the board. "Nothing, here, then let's go." Ledinka was standing in a corner, hastily wrapping her treasure in her handkerchief. "Then let's go. Look at your outfit, Leginka. Where are you going?" "Go to town, Mr. Executioner, and go shopping." The old jailer spoke very slowly and kindly: "Okay, okay go shopping. Is there any place you can buy without money? Then I'll go there too." Leginka was ridiculed.No money.Who said she has no money.Leginka opened her little bag again, and the clinking of coins on the counter was repeated.Leginka has convinced us, and I think this gentleman will believe her as much as we do.When the dutiful prisoner saw the money and heard how Leginka saved it bit by bit, how she saved money from who bought her candy and fruit, and from whom she picked it up. After the cherry money—if there is a heaven, I will send them there directly, why should they suffer—he stroked Leginka's head, said she was so good, she was so obedient, and she would always be so obedient, and immediately I took a notebook out of my pocket, wrote something in it, tore the paper out, handed it to the rough grocer, and said, "I got it last year," said he, "and There's a hundred and eighty crowns left, and I haven't included the handling fee, but it'll be cheap. Good-bye." He is leaving. As he passed the counter, he stuffed Leginka's money into his pocket. I stared at him blankly, staring at him, my head was dizzy.He'll come back, he can't do it, he's kidding, he's a good guy. The grocery store bell rang.It rang once.Did not ring a second time. The executioner stood in the middle of the door, and he came back again.We knew he was joking. And now he puts his hand in his pocket—you do it—he takes out the money—you do it—he gives it to Leginka—here, he gives her five heels, And said: "You are so good, I hope you will always be so obedient and make your parents happy." The bell rang a second time, so terrible, so strong, that the whole heart was beating violently, like a sudden siren, and the whole village could hear it, and we were already standing in the village square The team, shouldering their guns, were ready to go. As we drove away, the thick mist rising from the water still covered the land, making it almost impossible to see, and of course the faithful dog. And what about Leginka? Obviously, she was crying. The story of this army Christmas in 1932, which took place in the unfavorable situation of the economic competition of this century, is not invented, invented, even the thick fog, the two dozen candles, the Leginka and the dutiful man The criminals are all real.It revolves around and ties in with what happened in the house, and what a soldier actually saw.So it's impossible to invent an ending—it won't have one. It's still not over. To Gusta Vuchkova [Jie] Fucik, translated by Jiang Chengjun My fruits are among the late ripening, Juicy and sweet from the mists rising from hell's sewage, When the mist fills the melancholy grassland, The winding mountains were covered with snow shoes. F. G. Sarda My dear. There was little hope of us walking hand in hand like children again on a sunny and breezy river slope. I think one day, to live again in peace, quiet, comfort, and contentment, in the loving arms of books, to write down all that we have talked about together, that have been conceived and matured in my mind for twenty-five years. There is no hope.When they destroyed my treasured books, they buried a part of my life.But I will never give in, I will never give in, and I will never let another part of my life be completely destroyed without leaving a trace in this white cell No. 267.So now I'm taking a moment of stealing from Death to write some notes on Czech literature.Please always remember the one who is going to give you my manuscript, and it is he who prevented me from disappearing completely and completely from the world.The pen and paper he gave me aroused in me a feeling that only occurs in first love, and aroused an indescribable mood.Of course, there is no literature at present, let alone citations, so it is not easy to write something, even if what is presented to me is something alive, something that I seem to be able to touch, but for my readers But it will be vague and unrealistic.Therefore, I must first write to you, my dear, to my assistant and first reader, because you can read my mind best, and you can also talk to Raza and my gray-haired publisher. Make the necessary additions together.My heart and mind are full, but the walls here are empty.Wouldn't it be weird if you were writing about literary criticism, notes, etc., and didn't have a single reference book on hand for you to even glance at. Destiny is so absurd.You know how much I love the wide open fields, the sun and the wind.How willing to be a part of the universe that lives in them: like a bird or a bush, a cloud or a vagabond.For years, however, I was doomed to live underground like the root of a tree.The roots may be crooked and ugly and yellow, surrounded by darkness and decay, yet they hold the tree of life above ground upright.No matter how big the storm is, it is impossible to blow down the deep-rooted tree of life.This is where the pride of the roots lies.I'm also proud of it.I never regret that I became a tree root. I have nothing to regret.I have done everything I can, and I am willing to do it.But the light, the light I love, how I would like to break out of the ground, grow strong and tall in its light; how I would like to flower and bear fruit to eat. Well, what can I do? On the tree supported by our roots, a new generation is sprouting, growing, and bearing fruit.They are workers, poets, and literary critics and historians of the socialist generation, who will, if a little later, comment more brilliantly on all that I cannot comment on anymore.Thus shall my fruits become sweet and plentiful, though no more snow shall fall upon my hills. An open letter to Minister Goebbels, cell 267, March 28, 1943 - Answers from Czech intellectuals The Minister of Propaganda of the National Socialist Party, Goebbels, the court jester, selected several representatives from the so-called Czech intellectuals, invited them to Germany, listened to his speech, and exaggerated the significance of the trip.His speeches, full of brazen bribes and threats, were addressed not only to the invitees, but to the entire Czech intelligentsia.According to Goebbels, the Czech nation still had time to express its attitude: whether to "willingly participate in the process of establishing the new German order, or to resist in it."The implication is whether to be friendly with Germany or against it.The minister further emphasized that it is up to the intellectuals to lead the Czech nation in which way it wants to go, because the people always think the same as their ideological leaders.This is the essence of Goebbels' speech. The Nazis tried to use every means to divide and disintegrate the heroic resistance of the Czech nation.But they never succeeded.They tried to seduce Czech youth.This is also in vain.They tried hard to please the Czech working class, and the result was that some of their lackeys didn't even have time to escape from the factories and workshops.Now they want to use Czech intellectuals to tap into the psyche of the nation and it might work. "Come and serve us," said Goebbels bluntly, "it will be of great benefit to you." He looked like a businessman about to sign a lucrative contract: come and serve us, Once we have you, the whole Czech nation will be in our possession, you know, the people always think the same as their thinking leadership thinks.In other words, if you rebel, the whole nation will be betrayed.This is less subtle, but more accurate. The Czech intelligentsia cannot fail to respond to such base suggestions, such indecent insults.We have an obligation to answer for ourselves, for our honor, for our nation and all the progressive forces in it, all those who stand shoulder to shoulder with us in the struggle for national liberation.So let's answer it now.We, the Czech musicians, actors, writers, engineers; we, our hands bound by your policy of terror; we, our own tens of thousands of comrades suffering inhuman torture in your prisons and concentration camps people. We, Czech intellectuals, we will answer you now. Minister Goebbels. Never, did you hear, we will never betray the revolutionary struggle of the Czech people; we will never serve you; we will never serve darkness and slavery. What do you expect from us?Let us help to spread among the Czech people your fraudulent propaganda, which is soaked in every word with lies; let us paint this fraudulent propaganda with our honest labor and the reputation we have earned in our cultural circles; let us put our own Dedicated to you with the voice and pen of ours, to be ruled by your lies; shall we abuse the confidence of our own people and persuade them to follow paths that must lead to destruction?No, we never do that. What do you expect from us?Shall we partner in your bloody assassinations; Shall we join your Gestapo, as vicious as you; Shall we poison the souls of the Czechs as the Gestapo murdered their bodies; Shall we help all of you Mobs come to suppress the proud and magnificent resistance of the Czech people, which you cannot subdue?No, we never do that. What exactly do you expect from us?Let us kill ourselves?Of course we won't do that. We are, as you call it, the "national ideological leadership," and we do have deep, unbreakable ties to the people of our own country.But this does not mean that we impose our views on the people, but that we represent them and express their will.We, we cultural people, are always bound up with the most progressive forces of our nation, we know this.At all times when Czech intellectuals were indeed the ideological leadership of the nation, at all periods of Czech cultural significance, all prominent figures in Czech culture were associated with the most daring ideas for the advancement of mankind, Under its great banner the people of our country fought for their existence, tortured and tortured, but not destroyed, because they never gave up the struggle. "For the liberty of man—in our country Flowers are in full bloom. —The Czechs are still like this today, ——As in previous years: This belief drove us en masse to the grave, And lead us down the path of glory ——Forward, and then forward. " This is written by a Czech poet, Minister Goebbels, who, many years ago, has chosen on behalf of all people, on behalf of us and our people, a path that will lead us to freedom and national independence. the only way.But it is not the path of your rebellion that oppresses us, but a path of struggle against slavery, a path of struggle for the freedom of my country, of yours, and of the peoples of Europe as a whole.We swore to the death not to depart from this path. In the history of the Czech Republic, there have been many bad deeds of political betrayal by reactionary Czech rulers and wealthy people. As long as these people can keep their property and privileges, they are willing to sell the freedom of the Czech people, and even the politics of the entire nation. life.But you will never find a single page in Czech history where political betrayal by Czechs of culture occurred - we firmly believe that we will never write such a page in our own history. "We were born in the storm, Step by step in the tomb of the storm, Proudly marching towards our glorious goal, We are willing to bow only in front of our own nation. " It was also written by that Czech poet, Minister Goebbels.And you think that we, the intellectuals of the Czech nation who have endured centuries of terrible oppression but have not bowed our knees, do you think we, who are bound by blood to the Czech people, will bow before you?What a madman. You promised us some "favors".Seriously? "Once these problems are resolved (that is to say - when the mutiny of the Czech intellectuals begins), an unprecedented sales market will open up before the Czech film industry...the Czechs will be able to export their own films, its own literature, its own music." Is that what you say?Yes, you did say that.Poor lame Lorelei on the banks of the Shpler, where's your allure, your charm?There is a saying in the Czech Republic, "If you want to catch a bird, first lure it with a nice song." But you can't even sing a nice song.What do you want to tempt us with?Exporting Czech films, that's what you said, but isn't it you who stole the most complete film studios that Czech filmmakers have built and strangled the nascent Czech film art from its full development? "Export" Czech literature, as you say, but brutally swept through the entire literature of our country, confiscated and destroyed the best works of Czech authors, threw Czech literature from Czech libraries; even mutilated Maha The "May" not only wiped out contemporary poetry anthologies, but also the autobiography of Charles IV published 600 years ago. Aren't you the ones who tried to destroy all Czech literature? You want to seduce us by exporting Czech music, you said so, but it is not you who are destroying our musical life with endless bans and trying to suppress our great composers with terror and assassination.It was you who forbade us to sing, and you who forbade us children from singing Czech folk songs.You closed our universities, Germanized our elementary schools, turned our school buildings, theaters, concert halls, and art galleries into your barracks, you plundered and occupied our scientific research institutions, so that we cannot engage in scientific research, you Wanting to turn journalists into simple-minded, rigid automatons, you are destroying the foundations on which thousands of cultural workers depend; destroying all cultures and all foundations of the creation of a national ideological leadership - and it is you But I want to use the help of this leadership to continue your unbearable crazy behavior.Your Excellency, "This is a joke that will cause scars to answer", we can answer with these words of the great German playwright. Yes, even the works of the great German playwright are no longer allowed to be staged.This is a really good illustration of your "benefits" to us! It brings us to the fact that you have rounded up your own German culture long before you intend to move into Czech culture.You have killed the great German humanities, you have deported from your country some of the most eminent German scientists of our time, some of the most famous German poets and writers have been deported; You have laid waste to the German studios, you have trampled the glory of the German theatre, you have falsified the history of Germany, and have removed from German literature Heinrich Heine, one of its greatest creators, and other lesser writers You have also castrated the creative ideas of Goethe and Schiller, you have turned the "cultural field" of your country into a desert, slaughtered, annihilated or silenced your own "ideological leadership"-now Instead, you have come to invite the Czech ideological leadership to "participate" in your welfare undertaking.How to participate?That is, as your next victim.Because it is impossible for you to do Czech intellectuals any favors.You want to cut off the brains of Czech intellectuals, but let them kill themselves.thanks for your invitation.Sorry, we are not participating. We've seen those "benefits" for you.We despise your threats. The only thing we can accept from your tirade is that you think you cannot destroy the Czech nation.For a year and a half, your iron hooves have trod across our land, impunity everywhere, prisons full of our men, women, and even children; massacring our best.For a year and a half you have been suffocating our political, economic and cultural life.For a year and a half, you have tried to use terror to force people to bow their knees before the swastika.And after a year and a half of such frenzy, even you, a Nazi propaganda minister who is accustomed to lying, have to admit that you have achieved nothing, we are still resisting; and resist to the end.Yes, we agree with that, and take pride in our dogged resistance.But if you, a vile slanderer, think that we Czech intellectuals have less pride and integrity than the Czech people who brought us up; against the people with you—then listen again to our answer: no, no, never. If you ask us if we would like to take part in building a new Europe, our answer is: yes, yes, yes, and as soon as possible. But it will be a whole other Europe, not the one you speak of. Your "new order" is really an old disorder, sustained by the slaughter of millions of lives at your hands.That's why you rushed us so eagerly.That's why you want us to be fast, fast, fast; to become your new, plump lamb as soon as possible, "willing" victims, "be sooner rather than later".Otherwise it will be too late, who is too late? You, we already know very well at what time you made that impudent call to us.You have waged wars - gangster wars, you have won temporarily in wars, you are advancing, occupying, shooting, bombing, flooding, but what is the result of all this?Your goals are becoming more and more elusive, and you once waged a war for this. Your goals are getting farther and farther away from you step by step, and the distance is already hundreds of thousands of miles away. Even you yourself are now aware of this.You once occupied some countries, which of course became your bases for attacking the Soviet Union, but your propaganda, your perverse actions, opened the eyes of millions of people who were enslaved by you, and filled their minds and hearts with hatred for you and them. Reactionaries in the country; a vehement hatred of fascism under all its masks.Yet it was you who imbued these people with a unified will to be truly free - and this is now the result of your delusional attempts to build a "new" fascist Europe.You can go on hitting madness on every front, yet you can organize nothing but your own self-destruction.So neither you, nor your former partner, now enemy Britain, can end this war.You have wrought appalling carnage in Europe, you have waged all-out war by land, sea and air, and yet it is ended underground, after you brutally murdered the people of the Czech Republic, the people of France, the people of Belgium, the people of the Netherlands, the people of Denmark , the people of Norway, the people of Spain, the people of Italy, and the people of your own country have driven into that underground. Not you, we repeat to you, and you yourself know this very well by now, it was not you who started this war, but the peoples you took into it, in your vain attempt to turn them into The peoples of the slaves, the peoples of the nations led by the revolutionary working class, relying on the great power of the Soviet Union - a power that grows stronger with each of your "achievements" - it is these peoples, peoples who will personally end This war, come yourself to smash your plans, and come yourself to build what they can only dream of as a new Europe - a Europe free of Nazis, a Europe free of fascists of all shades, a Europe free of self-serving scumbags, A Europe of free labor, a Europe of free peoples, a truly new Europe, a Europe of socialism.Representatives of Czech Intellectuals (Secret Leaflet by Julius Fucik, Autumn 1940)