Today I cried because of two thing. First, because Anna Karenina. Second, because i watched The Last Station (2009).
a biographical movie about Leo Tolstoy.
This movie tell us a drama between Tolstoy, his family, and fames that he receive in his successfull career as writer. The conflicts started when sofya (Tolstoy wife) and Chertkov ( a devoted tolstoyan) arguing about Leo Tolstoy copyrights. Chertkov would like Tolstoy copyrights to be given to Russian society while sofya want it to be given to her family.
Seems pretty simple but this movie actually explore a lot. Such as like a love. Despite all the quarrel and different point of view that Tolstoy and her wife has, they both are one. There's something about love itself between both of them that can't be separated of.
Here, Valentin Bulgakov, Tolstoy secretary, saw it in his eyes, that love isn't a sin or something to be shameful of.
When bulgakov asked Tolstoy does he love his wife, Tolstoy answered :
"When I was courting Sofya, she was so young and pure, it seemed impossible that I'd ever have her. I didn't want to tell her how I felt and I wanted to tell her nothing else. So I wrote down a string of letters and asked her if she could decipher them. She looked completely confused, thinking it was a game or... I gave her one clue. The firs two Y's, I said, stand for "your youth" and then the most miraculous thing happened. She simply spoke the phrase, my phrase as if she had read my mind. In that moment, we both knew we would always be together. For those first years, we were incredibly happy, terrifyingly happy."
Being in love—or simply being with someone you believe in or trust—doesn't mean they should resemble you in every way. It doesn't mean they should be your twin in your views on political matters, favorite movies, music, etc. What we truly seek is a nurturing person who fulfills us in a way that no one else can. We need someone who can see beyond what others see in us and who is willing to dive deep into the despair within us.
However, there can often be misunderstandings in this context. Sometimes, when love expresses itself too forcefully, claiming to know what’s best for us, we may feel betrayed—betrayed by our true selves. But doesn’t being companions for each other mean becoming one, rather than remaining separate souls?
Actually I don't know what I'm talking about but I'm really crying.
I am the work of your life, you are the work of mine. That's what love is! - sofya tolstaya