When I told Jelena I was reading Mother´s novel she said, Bless you my darling,
bless you my darling
. And this is how the beginning of the final third of my triptic starts. Event though it was not on purpose I read all the three books
(because here we are not discussing media and mediality or even platforms where literature is conveyed by here i am deliberately mixing books and literature in a metonymy as it has been long before i did it)
in chronological order, both in time and time. And throughout the whole time
(that spanned four months one adolfo bioy casares one agatha christie one alessandro baricco)
I kept sharing my insights with Jelena, just to culminate in Mother's book. I remember Jelena mentioning that they were brought up to suffer stoically
(just as sonja rostova whose abnegation freed nikolai to marry maria bolkonsky)
and endure. The common traits
(at least the ones that are more obvious to me and the ones that i hold dear to my chest)
are the suffering and the family life. Suffering, stoically or not, mention needs not because it is present in all people I've ever met from centre-east-Europe
(maybe for historical reasons i know not about but i found some wise superiority as if accepting suffering was something so natural as joy)
. But these things I know so little. Family life
(as tolstoy andrić and poderegin describe it)
is so vivid, so real, that you cannot help but feel it in you and almost, at some point one craves to live it, to be part of the balls, of the games, of the cards, smoking cigarettes, drinking coffee
(at this moments some tender dusk light incinerates my heart for homesick is the closest i can get to what i really feel. there is still to be invented the word that in english serb or russian or in any other language that can say as much and carry such a depth in feelings as the word saudade)
.
As you move along Mother's novel
(of which i dismissively forget to mention the name of the book and of it's writer what dishonor have I brought upon myself for doing such a wretched thing)
, “The Dawning” by Milka Bajić Poderegin, you find people that, as I have previously mentioned, accept suffering stoically. But, as everyone needs it once in a while, for it is part of human nature, they have a good cry
(this is my favorite expression amongst the book. in this particular section milena is caught stealing milk from a mutton and when safely returns home has a good cry the relieve the tension of almost disgracing the family)
. It is a very courageous and human work
(just as the last sentence is a metonymy for the qualities of the people featured within)
.
bless you my darling
. And this is how the beginning of the final third of my triptic starts. Event though it was not on purpose I read all the three books
(because here we are not discussing media and mediality or even platforms where literature is conveyed by here i am deliberately mixing books and literature in a metonymy as it has been long before i did it)
in chronological order, both in time and time. And throughout the whole time
(that spanned four months one adolfo bioy casares one agatha christie one alessandro baricco)
I kept sharing my insights with Jelena, just to culminate in Mother's book. I remember Jelena mentioning that they were brought up to suffer stoically
(just as sonja rostova whose abnegation freed nikolai to marry maria bolkonsky)
and endure. The common traits
(at least the ones that are more obvious to me and the ones that i hold dear to my chest)
are the suffering and the family life. Suffering, stoically or not, mention needs not because it is present in all people I've ever met from centre-east-Europe
(maybe for historical reasons i know not about but i found some wise superiority as if accepting suffering was something so natural as joy)
. But these things I know so little. Family life
(as tolstoy andrić and poderegin describe it)
is so vivid, so real, that you cannot help but feel it in you and almost, at some point one craves to live it, to be part of the balls, of the games, of the cards, smoking cigarettes, drinking coffee
(at this moments some tender dusk light incinerates my heart for homesick is the closest i can get to what i really feel. there is still to be invented the word that in english serb or russian or in any other language that can say as much and carry such a depth in feelings as the word saudade)
.
As you move along Mother's novel
(of which i dismissively forget to mention the name of the book and of it's writer what dishonor have I brought upon myself for doing such a wretched thing)
, “The Dawning” by Milka Bajić Poderegin, you find people that, as I have previously mentioned, accept suffering stoically. But, as everyone needs it once in a while, for it is part of human nature, they have a good cry
(this is my favorite expression amongst the book. in this particular section milena is caught stealing milk from a mutton and when safely returns home has a good cry the relieve the tension of almost disgracing the family)
. It is a very courageous and human work
(just as the last sentence is a metonymy for the qualities of the people featured within)
.
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