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THE TWELVE APOSTLES 1 73
For a moment, the crowd stops, dumbfounded. Is every one of them visible from that darned tower? Can the director's Argus eye see each of the runners? Is it possible that he should know them all by face and name?
And, in a grand new outburst of energy, the crowd plunges on, firmly convinced that none can escape the allseeing eye of the director, that demiurge.
Yet the director had shouted into his shining trumpet a name he knew quite by accident.
Among the thousands of anonymous participants in the film, there is one who stands in a class all alone.
This anonymous entity created a terrific disturbance which even reached international dimensions ... nothing more nor less than a debate in the German Reichstag.
This anonymous thing was ... the ships of the Admiralty squadron which move on the Potemkin at the end of the film.
They were many and they were formidable.
Their appearance and number was much superior to the fleet at the disposal of the young Soviet State in 1925.
Hence the feverish anxiety of our German neighbour.
The result a debate in the Reichstag as to the real size of our fleet.
Fear has big eyes.
These eyes, extended in fright, overlooked the detail that the general views of the moving squadron were pieced together from old news-reels of the naval manoeuvres ... of the old fleet of a certain foreign power.
With the passage of the years, the formidable might of our fleet has become a reality. And the memory of the rebel armoured cruiser lives in the hearts of the men of its steel strong Soviet descendants.
Moscow, 1945.