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To like Russian songs, we must first thank an educated youth teacher in Shanghai. In that era when New Songs in the Battlefield was sung by the whole people, he and I, not smart but trustworthy students, often sang "Night on the outskirts of Moscow" and other former Soviet songs that were "yellow" in fashion on the fields and buildings with moonlight like water in their hometown. The melodious melodies of high simplicity, innocence and classical beauty revealed in these songs suddenly attracted me, and the joy of listening came to me. Since then, familiar Russian folk songs, such as a warm glow from the distant northern horizon, have come to my side. These clear and penetrating songs have led me through one cold night after another and ushered in one warm dawn after another.
When it comes to Russian songs, we can't help but mention two musical instruments, the accordion and the Domla, which are simply the soul of Russian song accompaniment. Once the accordion is interpreted, the restrained and implicit songs, such as "Volga Boatman Song" and "Three Cars", instantly reveal irresistible fervent feelings, which makes us seem to see that the body temperature of the trackers who are carrying loads on the banks of the Volga River is rising in the snowy land of Russia. The shape and playing form of Domla are similar to that of Chinese Yueqin, and it is the main voice in Russian bands, but its rich timbre and extraordinary expressive force far exceed that of Yueqin. Its position in the band is equivalent to that of the violin in western orchestras, and it is indispensable in almost every Russian music and song.
In deep and shallow memories, those familiar melodies are often like warm hands, constantly plucking the strings of love in the depths of memory. In the late 1990s, the Russian Alexander Red Flag Song and Dance Troupe came to Shanghai again after 40 years. I couldn't stop my tears in the familiar songs such as "Red Berry Blossoms" and "Kalinka", and I walked into Russia with the songs, as if I saw a brave girl following her lover's footsteps along the path and stepping onto the battlefield of patriotic war filled with smoke. Let's appreciate the colorful and charming natural scenery of Russia, the simple and kind Tatiana and the beautiful hawthorn and birch forests in Eugen onegin; In The Hunter's Diary, there are moist, fresh, lush and beautiful virgin forests, berries covered with sunshine, small azaleas in full bloom and all kinds of flowers in bud. On the bank of the Silent Don River, the bonfire lit by Cossacks is connected with the sunset glow on the horizon. The fire reflects the grim faces of a group of young Cossack soldiers who are singing, and their solemn and deep songs reverberate in the vast prairie and the cold river. I think of the December Party members who worked hard in the extremely cold Siberia ... When all the actors in marine uniforms sang "Goodbye, lovely city, going to the sea for a voyage tomorrow ... I saw the blue headscarf flying", the audience waved their blue headscarf with lyrical songs. That scene is unforgettable so far. Perhaps the love deduced from the gunfire and smoke is fascinating, and the noble love beyond the world will wash away all vulgarity and triviality, making people feel warm in the cold winter; Perhaps the image created by justice and kindness accords with people's deep desire to pursue truth, goodness and beauty, and makes people sublimate their souls in singing; Perhaps the cruel war washes away the magnificence full of life, and the ordinary life contains beautiful poetry.
Without the baptism of tanks and artillery fire, there was no worship of the Soviet big brother by my parents at that time. The love of Russian music may come from a deep impact and yearning. A friend once asked inexplicably, with so many styles of pop music nowadays, why do you love Russian songs alone? Why? I can't tell the reason myself. Sometimes, I can only laugh. Maybe I lived in the vast land of Russia in my previous life. Therefore, I have an unclear Russian complex in my heart. In fact, sometimes there is no reason to like it.