BĂonn caint faoi litrĂocht na RĂșise i gcĂłnaĂ le tuiscint Ăłn naoĂș haois dĂ©ag ar an Tolstoy, Dostoevsky o Chekhov. Ach freisin cleite languid na Marina Tsvetaeva tugann an lĂĄ atĂĄ inniu ann dearcadh baininscneach riachtanach dĂșinn faoi sin MaireachtĂĄil na RĂșise i measc na fuar fuar cosĂșil le streachailt idir an steppe agus an tSibĂ©ir. Faoi na coinnĂollacha geografacha simplĂ seo, is fearr is fĂ©idir na hĂĄbhair imnĂ a bhaint amach Ăł dhĂșnadh na n-anam a bhrĂșitear go fĂĄnaĂocht eiseach Ăł luĂ seoil an gheimhridh is deacra.
Is Ă© an toradh atĂĄ air i gcĂĄs Tsvetaeva nĂĄ litrĂocht a ardaĂonn dlĂșthchaidreamh le cumhdaitheoireacht atĂĄ rĂł-ualaithe le codarsnachtaĂ idir cuimhnĂ comhchineĂĄil na hĂłige agus gach rud eile. Agus a ramhrĂș in ann fĂłrsa fileata a mhĂșscailt nĂ fĂ©idir Ă© a bhaint amach ach i guth uatha cosĂșil le fĂłrsa Marina.
Ach i gcĂĄs figiĂșirĂ suntasacha litrĂochta ar nĂłs Marina, a ghabhann lena n-aibĂocht le daidĂ dorcha an Chogaidh MhĂłir agus RĂ©abhlĂłid na RĂșise gan deireadh, tĂłgann an mĂ©id a insĂonn siad leath bealaigh idir an crĂłnĂĄn agus an nuachtĂĄn luach intrahistory saibhir, cinnteacht lena soilse agus a scĂĄthanna i bhfad nĂos faide nĂĄ mar is fĂ©idir leis na mĂnithe laconic (i ndaoine amhĂĄin) leabhair staire a bhaint amach.
Na 3 leabhar is fearr a mhol Marina TsvietĂĄieva
Mo mhĂĄthair agus ceol
TĂĄ rud Ă©igin a bhaineann le caidreamh ar leith idir gach leanbh agus a thuismitheoir den ghnĂ©as cĂ©anna. Mar mĂĄs rud Ă© nach bhfuil athair ag iarraidh leanbh a dhĂ©anamh mar a roghnaigh sĂ© fĂ©in, is Ă© an fĂĄth go mbeidh sĂ© ag iarraidh Ă© a dhĂ©anamh mar a d'Ă©irigh leis a bheith riamh. Agus sa tarchur sin is cosĂșil go neartaĂonn na contrĂĄrthachtaĂ idir dĂșil agus gnĂomh na naisc a posteriori agus a chuireann an neartĂș in olcas in amanna rĂthĂĄbhachtacha den saol.
CrĂochnaĂonn an prĂłs is liriceach gach rud a iompĂș isteach sa tearmann idĂ©alaithe is fearr in amanna crua. Agus an mĂ©id atĂĄ scrĂofa ag Marina, fianaĂtear gurb Ă© an grĂĄ nĂłta a choinnĂtear i gcuimhne mar an comhdhĂ©anamh is iontach.
Is lĂ©iriĂș ĂĄlainn Ă© mo mhĂĄthair agus an ceol ar an Ăłige, ach thar aon rud eile, lĂĄithreacht na mĂĄthar trĂ ghnĂ© eolach ar nĂłs an phianĂł. Sreabhann fĂłrsa iontach fileata Marina Tsvietaeva sa scĂ©al seo a iompraĂonn muid chuig domhan ina bhfuil gnĂ© draĂochta ag baint leis an ngnĂĄthshaol laethĂșil, agus ina nglacann an saol rĂłl eiseamlĂĄireach.
Mâathair agus a mhĂșsaem
ScrĂobh Marina Tsvetaeva an cuntas dĂrbheathaisnĂ©ise seo le linn deoraĂocht sa Fhrainc agus dâfhoilsigh sĂ Ă© sa RĂșisis, i 1933, in irisĂ Ă©agsĂșla i bPĂĄras; trĂ bliana ina dhiaidh sin, i 1936, agus Ă© ag iarraidh dul nĂos gaire do lĂ©itheoirĂ na Fraince, dâathoibrigh sĂ© cuimhnĂ a Ăłige i bhFraincis, sraith de chĂșig chaibidil a dâainmnigh sĂ© mâathair agus a mhĂșsaem agus nĂĄr foilsĂodh riamh ina shaol, ĂĄfach.
Sa dĂĄ leagan a tugadh le chĂ©ile san imleabhar seo, cuireann an t-Ășdar athlonnĂș mothĂșchĂĄnach agus liriceach ar fhigiĂșr a hathar, Ivan Tsvetaev, ollamh ollscoile a thiomnaigh a shaol do bhunĂș MhĂșsaem na nEalaĂon MĂcheĂĄl i MoscĂł, MĂșsaem reatha Pushkin. Go minic laconic agus ilroinnte ach le neart fileata urghnĂĄch, tugann an tĂ©acs iontach seo, beoga agus corraitheach, nĂos gaire dĂșinn don dlĂșthchaidreamh atĂĄ ag file doshĂĄraithe cosĂșil le mĂłrĂĄn eile.
Dialanna RĂ©abhlĂłid 1917
MĂĄ tĂĄ am paradoxical i stair na daonnachta, is Ă© an trĂ©imhse RĂ©abhlĂłid na RĂșise. Chuaigh paraidĂm an chumannachais ar aghaidh mar oidhreacht pholaitiĂșil idĂ©alach a cuireadh isteach air Ăł Lenin go Stalin, sa deireadh ag meathlĂș isteach sa riocht daonna fĂ©in, ag fĂ©achaint chun cumhachta agus cinnte faoina hĂșdarĂĄs agus a morĂĄltacht thar aon rud eile.
Ba Ă© Machiavellianism ba mheasa a bhĂ ar an gCumannachas agus nĂ raibh an locht riamh ar an idĂ©alach ach ar sheiceadĂłirĂ na smaointe. Taobh amuigh den pholaitĂocht, is Ă© an rud a mhĂnĂonn i ndĂĄirĂre cad a tharla nĂĄ croinic an scĂ©alaĂ a ndeachaigh an t-aistriĂș liobrĂĄlach Orwellian sin i bhfeidhm air agus a bhĂ cinnte claochlaitheach chun feabhais.
Tugann an leabhar seo sleachta as dialanna Marina Tsvetaeva le chĂ©ile le linn ceann de na trĂ©imhsĂ is drĂĄmatĂșla i stair na RĂșise. BreathnadĂłir neamhghnĂĄch, bailĂonn an file iontu eachtraĂ iontacha a saoil: an t-uaigneas, na caolais agus na cruatain a thug an rĂ©abhlĂłid leis. Is Ă© an toradh atĂĄ air seo tĂ©acs pearsanta atĂĄ luchtaithe le liriciĂșlacht agus ĂĄilleacht shoilĂ©ir guth pearsanta agus mealltach.