Three months ago that Russia is at war against Germany. May
1941, it rains on the Russian works in the mud from vehicles
overturning and burning while cannon fire raged in the trenches and it''s
exploding everywhere, everywhere. Forbidden to retreat before the enemy. Lieutenant eats his soup. He
was ordered to advance, his men following him under fire, the Germans
retreated, giving a boost to the Russian soldiers eager to return to
Leningrad. But we''re dying. Two million people may die of hunger. Refueling finally arrives, but a squadron launched a raid and dropped shells on the convoy. In Moscow the atmosphere is more relaxed, we dance in a large room, people eat quietly. It''s snowing outside, you have to leave. The alert was launched on the radio, the Germans returned and the danger comes from the air. They are bombing anything that moves underneath. The office announced a Soviet famine of nine days. An English journalist is wanted for espionage. Is believed dead. She is still alive. He was given a new identity papers. Rationing is imposed to the population. The joys are rare in these hard times. A bar of chocolate, a bottle of vodka, we share with the world we love.
Pushed
to extremes, the gents are ready for anything: sell their furniture and
jewelry, denounce their relatives, their horses killed for food. This is not a foregone conclusion for the German army. The winter sets in and with it the cold. The
Russians are used to this harsh climate, but not the Germans and they
will pay dearly for their audacity to have ventured in this latitude. German pilots are having a field day from the air. But the Soviet General Staff develops its strategy: it sends armed skiers on a frozen lake to find a way to supply Leningrad. The winter rages, the world is cold, the world''s hungry. The big misery. On the frozen lake, the ice gave way and a skier falls into the water. They are thirty-six, eight skiers will manage to cross the frozen lake. A convoy of supply trucks following their trail to starving Leningrad.