Until now, Paul realized that it is relatively simple and easy to be strong when a person is young and strong; Nowadays, it is a glorious achievement to persist when life is like a hoop around you.
Paul had lived in the archives for a year and a half that night. The pain he suffered in the past 18 months cannot be expressed in words.
In the hospital, Professor Averbakh told Paul bluntly that it was impossible to restore his vision. In the case of hopeless future, if the inflammation can disappear, pupil surgery can be tried. He suggested surgical treatment to eliminate inflammation first.
They asked Paul for advice. Paul said he agreed with whatever the doctor thought needed to be done.
When he was lying on the operating table, a scalpel cut his neck and removed one parathyroid gland, the black wings of death touched him three times. However, Paul's vitality is very tenacious. Daya is waiting anxiously outside. A few hours later, she saw her husband's face as pale as a dead man, but he was still alive and calm as usual: "Good girl, don't worry, I won't go to the coffin so easily." I want to live, even if it is deliberately against the predictions of those medical authorities. Their diagnosis of my illness is completely correct, but it is a big mistake to write a certificate saying that I 100% lose my ability to work. We will wait and see! "
Paul firmly chose a road, determined to return to the team of new life builders through this road.
Winter has passed, and the spring is full outside the window. Paul survived the last operation, but he lost a lot of blood. He felt that he couldn't stay in the hospital any longer. It is more difficult for him to live for such a long time in the pain of various patients, groans and wails of the dying than to endure his own pain.
The doctor advised him to have another operation, and he said coldly and stiffly, "That's it." I'm full. I have given part of my blood to science, and left the rest for me to do other things. "
On the same day, Paul wrote a letter to the Central Committee asking for help in settling down in Moscow. Because his wife works locally, it is useless for him to continue to be hospitalized in various places. For the first time in his life, he turned to the party organization for help. Moscow Soviet allocated him a house. So Paul left the hospital. His only hope at that time was never to come back.
The house is in a quiet alley in Krupotkin Street, which is very simple, but in his view, it is already very luxurious. When he wakes up at night, he often doesn't believe that he has left the hospital far away.
Daya has been transformed into a formal party member. She works very hard. Although her personal life is very unfortunate, she has not fallen behind other advanced workers. The workers trusted the taciturn woman worker: she was elected as a member of the factory committee. Paul was proud that his lifelong partner became a Bolshevik, which eased his pain.
On one occasion, Bazhanova went to Moscow on business to visit Paul. They had a long talk. Paul enthusiastically told her the road he chose, through which he would be able to return to the ranks of soldiers.
Bazhanova found the silver hair on Kochakin's temple and said softly, "I can see that you have suffered a lot, but you still haven't lost your never-ending enthusiasm. What could be more valuable than this? You've been preparing for five years, and now you've decided to start writing. Good. But how to write it? "
Paul smiled and comforted her and said, "Tomorrow they will send me a carved board made of cardboard. I can't write without this tablet. I will overlap words in different lines. It took me a long time to come up with such a way, that is, to carve spaces on the cardboard, so that my pencil would not be written outside the straight grid. I can't see what I wrote. It is difficult to write, but it is not impossible. I am convinced of this. I tried for a long time, and I couldn't write well at first. Now I write slowly and carefully, and the words I write are quite good. "
Paul began to work. He planned to write a novella about the heroic Kotovschi cavalry division, and the title came out without thinking: Born in a Storm.
From this day on, Paul devoted himself to the creation of this book. He writes slowly, line after line, page after page. He forgot everything, immersed himself in the characters in the book, and tasted the hardships of creation for the first time: sometimes those vivid and unforgettable scenes reappeared clearly in his mind, but they could not be expressed in pen and ink, and the written words seemed so pale and weak, lacking vitality and passion.
He must memorize all the written parts word for word. Otherwise, once the clue is broken, the work will be hindered. The mother looked at her son's work with trepidation.
In the process of work, he has to recite from memory page by page, even chapter by chapter, so his mother sometimes thinks he is crazy. She was afraid to go near Paul when he was writing. She just said timidly, "Paul Fu Lusha, you'd better do something else. Haven't seen you like this, always can't finish writing ... "
Paul couldn't help laughing when he saw his mother so depressed, and comforted the old lady that he was not completely "crazy".
Comments This is a description of Paul's indomitable perseverance in writing, and his continued fighting with literature as a weapon in the case of physical disability and blindness. It is also a true portrayal of the author ostrovsky's life. This spirit of fighting against fate and never giving up is the charm of the work. Vivid and humorous language sets off Paul's optimistic and open-minded character, and also enhances the appeal of the text.