Resurrection-Russian style.
(Jewish hollywood will never touch a story like this even thought it is real film material ,like the story of Rudel .)
While this was happening the Terek Cossacks recieved a suprise.One of their dead heroes ,Nikolai Lazarevitch Kulakov,who had allegedly died from wounds he had recieved during the Civil War came back to life to lead them against the Communists.
The story of Kulakov all started in 1920,when the First Volga Regiment of the Volunteer Anti-Communist Army was making a fighting retreat towards the Black sea under extreme pressure from a numerically superior Red enemy.Snow and ice hampered the retreat,and the numerous battleieds were easily distinguished by the blood stained snow.
It was on such a battlefield near Kavkazkaya that Lieutenant Nikolai Kulakov ,deputy commander of the regiment ,was deploying his men to face yet another Red onslaught.The battle was savage.No mercy was shown by either side.Then the Red gunners found the correct range,and a shell exploded only a few feet from the Lieutenant.Mercifully he was knocked unconscious,only to awake some time later to find himself being painfully jolted along in a ramshakle old cart.His legs were a twisted mass of sinew ,muscle and blood.
The ambulance ,such as it was ,duly arrived at Kavkazkya railroad station,where he was put onto a waiting train.The doctors tried to relieve his agony with the limited medical means at their disposal,but it was too late to save his legs,and when the train arrived at Pashkovskaya they were both amputated.It was then that his numerous friends,for he was already a famous figure,thought that his twenty years of soldiers were over.
While still recovering from the crude anesthetic he was told a woman was waiting to see him.He had no idea who it could be as he knew no one in that desolate place.It was his wife Dasha ,who had een searching for him ever since she heard he had been wounded.Together they were taken to Novorossijsk,where they hoped they would be safe.They were not.Again the volunteer army had to retreat,and the order to retire came so unexpectedly that there was no time to evacuate the wounded.
Despite the valiant efforts of his wife to hide him from the Red Army,Kulakov was captured.Dasha went from office to office pleading with everyone she could find to listen to her."My husband is dying so you have no need of him," she would say."Let him return home with me to die in peace."
Her eloquence was rewarded,and on a warm july day in Ekaterinodar,where Kulakov had been imprisoned,he was released only to find that the Communist headhunters,the Cheka ,were waiting for him.
The Cheka asked him to fill in a form ,and after discussing what he should right with his wife he decided to tell the truth.As a former Cossack officer,an enemy of the Soviets ,he was transferred to a brickworks which the Cheka had transformed into a massive torture and slaughter house.Nearly out of her wits with anxiety ,Dasha again started the endless round of visiting Red officials pleading for her husband's life;asking that he be allowed to die in peace.Again her efforts were successful,ad she was given permission to take him back to their native stanitza.
They arrived home late one night and were welcomed by Dasha's uncle and Kulakov's three-year-old son,Kolia .But it was not a joyful reunion.Her uncle had bad news.The local Cheka were going to arrest Kulakov the following morning.
All night long the couple worked while Kulakov lay helpless watching them,and by morning they had dug a secret cellar under the floor of the entrance hall.Being sure that it was only a matter of time before the Communists were defeated,Nikolai Kulakov entered the tomb without any misgivings.Days went past.The days became months and the months years,and Kulakov became a legend.Dasha had told the Cheka that her husband had died on the way back home.
He stayed in his grave until the Red army was driven from the stanitza,and then ,putting on his carefully kept uniform and buckling on his sword,he emerged into a world of day and night instead of a life of permanent darkness.On wodden legs that he had carved himself to pass the long and lonely hours Nikolai Kulakov went to stanitza to stanitza in a matrioka,a three horse drawn carriage,calling upon his fellow Terek Cossacks to form sotnias and take up the struggle against Stalin and Communism.