One of the reasons people in a vicious addiction - idleness. When he had tilled the land, engaged in trade, how could he lead an idle life?
Abay Kunanbayev
Special Project -_-My father... My mother...#2 with Elena Klepikova
They met in the fall of 1945 - a freshman of the “Polytech” (Polytechnic College) and a schoolgirl, a ninth-grader. In the city house of culture in a circle of ballroom dances they practiced waltz - girls danced with girls. And suddenly the choreographer brought three students ... The stately, gray-eyed guy were put in a pair with the youngest, beautiful Valya. Magical, the swift wind of the Viennese waltz twirled them. As it turned out for a rest of their life. Ten years later Georgy and Valentina got married. In 2014, on May 9, a waltz thundered in the park of 28 Panfilov guardsmen: “…Remember Vienna; remember the Alps and the Danube That blooming and singing bright May...” Nobody danced. People just stood in front of the House of Officers, maybe they were waiting for the brave one to come first. A young woman approached my dad and invited me to a dance. He led her to the playground, made a slow circle, then led him to the audience, ceremoniously kissed her hand and went up to Mom. Something quietly said, my mother laughed, shook her head negatively. But my father did not listen, took his hand, put on his arm and ... for a second they stood, and then flew in a whirlwind of waltz. No more years, sorrows, illnesses - everything was swept away by triumphant music. They were young again, happy. Last year, the first time dad walked through the park alone - my mother in the hospital. Beautiful, with the bearing of a cavalier-guard, ringing by awards on the front jacket. My husband and I, as faithful Sancho Ponchos, followed three steps behind him - in turn took huge bouquets of carnations, roses, daffodils, lilacs. We brought it to the Eternal Flame, hero cities, monuments to "Afghans", veteran physicians. And they were giving and giving the flowers to dad. People asked him to hold small children in his arms, and the dad would give them “bata” (Kazakh tradition when elder generation, mostly old people giving blessings, benisons, beatification and benediction to younger generation, mostly to the kids). Daddy was stung by unfamiliar guys and men, they said "Thank you". And the dad in response only wished for one thing: "Let there never be a war in your life". “Let there be love”. Elena Klepikova. adebiportal.kz - Literary Portal
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Special Project -_-My father... My mother...#1 with Rashida Stikeeva
Mom's memories about the war are hunger, and also cold, snowy military winters. The family has eight children. The elder ones are on the front-line war and on the defense, the younger ones - are four of them. Two of them go to school by turn. Because “Valenki”(felt boots) are only one pair. About the hunger are the most terrible memories. She said that everything can be lived - but famine not. She suffered from "night blindness", that’s all from the same hunger which was, mentioned before. In the future, as a consequence, blinded by one eye. Memories are jerky, as from black-and-gray cinema. Potato peel, fried in machine oil. Beetroot - food, oil meal - food. They bring to us tops, horse food, and there peels, the refuses of carrots , we also ate. American humanitarian aid at the end of the war. She stood in line all night. She got shoes two sizes bigger and hardtack biscuits, on a pack in one hand. The first prisoners came. Impressions from them: curiosity, surprise - the same people as us and pity. - What a pity, Mom?! Aren’t they Nazi-fascists?! -They are unhappy people. And they hungry at the same time. My pitying mother, half-starved, and at the same time running to the camp with the Germans, threw them potatoes through the wire. An article in the newspaper “Komsomolskaya Pravda”(Communist Youth League’s Truth) titled "Tanya", about Zoe Kosmodemianskaya. Above her (Zoe), with my sister, we cried all night. She remembered the forty-fifth (1945)year. Victory (in World War 2). The street radio on the post announced that the war was over. People shouted and ran out into the street. Everyone was happy, but many cried. She told how they stood in line for sugar in the forty-sixth (1946). Sugar was the size of a baby's head. One family - one such “head”. This "head" was divided into a myriad of tiny fragments. Such a fragment, which instantly melted in the mouth, for a whole day, or even two. The younger brother somehow managed to put half of “head” of sugar in the water. Grandma spent the whole evening looking for loss, but he was silent, he is too much wanted sweets. In the morning, silently, he divided the sweet water between my brothers and sisters. In the evening everything was opened, he was mercilessly beat by a grandfather's belt. The flour was given three kilograms per month per person. That day my mother did not go to school. The whole family was standing in line. At the beginning of two thousandth (2000’s) we moved to a new apartment. We took our mum to live with us. She's already old. Everything is surprising her: spacious rooms, wide windows. She also was surprised for a large refrigerator. I bring food. She puts on her glasses and looks at every purchase - she's happy: - The products have become different, all in beautiful packages... All the acidified, she sighed, eats up: "We should not throw away it..." Until her death, she was watching vigilantly that nothing was thrown out of the food. On New Year's Eve I ordered three gifts: to the eldest son, to the youngest and to my mother. In the big room, at the big table, pour out all three gifts in the middle, divide the candy. Grandmother - all chocolate ones. My mommy! While children were growing, her grandsons were most worried about their nutrition. All the worries side, the main thing - that they were full! Rashida Stikeeva adebiportal.kz – Literary Portal
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Miras Asan revealed the secret of the “Mona Lisa”!
Every day in the Louvre tourists go and admire the greatest masterpieces of painting. They do not even look at them or look at them, but not for long. Mostly their eyes only glide over the tablets, which indicate the way to the painting "The Mona Lisa. La Gioconda". And finally, they notice it, look very long, everyone wants to admire it, as long as possible... What is so special about it that it provides such great glory? What miracle does Mona Lisa still cause so many passionate admirers and is able to attract crowds of people to her? Leonardo da Vinci in the painting "Mona Lisa" conveyed the depth of the atmosphere with such perfection that it was this picture that was the best. Perhaps no painting is as popular as Mona Lisa. For sure, each in his own way tried to reveal the secret of this picture. And we should not ignore the version, which was written by the Kazakh poet Miras Asan. The author at the beginning of his work wonders why the secret of this picture is not open. And with the help of the poet's next rhetorical question, one can understand that Mona Lisa should not just smile, because she knows how to cry... English free way of translation Original Kazakh language poem Original Russian language poem The mystery of the painting is still not open, Сурет сыры ашылған жоқ әлі де, Тайна картины до сих пор не открыта, So many centuries, why is it hidden? Мұнша ғасыр ашылмауы мәні не? Столько веков, от чего ж она скрыта? In her soul she will always cry, Жылап тұра бермекші ме мәңгілік, В душе вечно плакать будет она, After all, not only should she laugh at you?! Күліп тұра бермекші ме бәріңе?! Ведь не только смеяться она вам должна?! The author calls the picture a riddle of time and does not miss the versions of other authors. They say that her child died and she experienced many hardships, and tries to hide her grief behind her smile. Mona Lisa - is a Time riddle, Мона Лиза – уақыттың жұмбағы, Мона Лиза – времени загадка, Smiles always, everything is smooth. Қашан көрсең езу тартып тұрғаны. Улыбается всегда, все гладко. They say that her child died, Баласы өлген әйел дейді біреулер, Говорят, что ребенок ее умер, And maybe, it was necessary to live it was not sweet ... Тауқыметтің батқан дейді тырнағы... А быть может, жить пришлось не сладко... All people in the world love their mothers, and try to make them happy. And we must not lose the option that, perhaps, Leonardo wanted to please his mother. Indeed, this issue worries all scientists, with each year they are more and more. All people care about this issue, Пенделердің есін алған сұрақ бұл, Всех людей волнует этот вопрос, The answer to it is not complicated, it is simple; Сонша қиын сұрақ емес бірақ бір; Ответ на него не сложный, он прост; Mona Lisa is a kind of Leonardo, Мона Лиза – Леонардоның өз түрі, Мона Лиза – вид самого Леонардо, Between laughter and tears..To create a wanted bridge!.. Тағдырына күліп, мүмкін...жылап тұр!.. Между смехом и слёзами... создать хотел мост! ... Miras Asan created a new story of Mona Lisa! You can say that he revealed the mystery of this picture in his own way. Mona Lisa - this is himself Leonardo, maybe this picture he wanted to show his state of mind, who would know? adebiportal.kz – Literary Portal
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Why is the Romanized biography not in demand?
So let's try to understand why is the Romanized biography not in demand? Reading an interesting book, sometimes you want to touch the thoughts and experiences of the writer himself. Page after page the reader is interested in the personal life of the creator(author), his era, his world view, descendants, friends and contemporaries. In the widest range of literature, leafing through and through the Internet resources about any writer you can find information, a biography. In literature based on historical events there is a kind of narrative as a Romanized biography. From a boring, written on dry facts, the biography of a person is only necessary to bring in any inquiries or replenish knowledge. And this genre makes biographical information in a more colorful, artistically: you are not reading a fictional novel, but created on real events. A French writer and a member of the French Academy of the twentieth century, Andre Maurois left wonderful memories of the greatest writers of world literature. The real name of Andre Maurois is Emil Salomon Wilhelm Erzog (1885-1967). It would seem that those individuals who were reflected in the literary biographical memoirs of Andre no longer needed any propaganda, because each of them already had his own pedestal of fame. But that unique and original contribution of André has shown an extraordinary otherworldly world of their life. Andre became a real connoisseur of the genre of the Romanized biography. He was already referring to another literary epoch, but this fact was by no means an obstacle to transfer the entire palette of colors of the last century. He wrote a Romanized way of life, flying and falling, the brilliance and poverty of the outstanding talents not only of France but also of Europe. The gentle and loving Byron, the lavish, loving banquet genius Balzac, the romantic George Sand, the enigmatic Victor Hugo, are expounded in self-sufficient novels, and even the life and work of the Russian classic Ivan Turgenev convey the culture of the Russian people. The creators of the stories turn out to be themselves in the world of literature, becoming part of the world of heroes who themselves created the world of unforgettable heroes. Maurois describes Lord Byron from the school bench, reveals him as the owner of a big heart, a shy and thoughtful boy. "He was handsome, but he was crippled; held a tame bear; never "in the smile of a flattering lip did not twisted the face", says the book. In general, the book conveys a subtle psychological portrait. The greatest prose writer Victor Hugo in the memoirs of Maurois is described primarily as a person with a strong spirit and possessing creative energy. A fighter for justice, he constantly helped the poor. Andre describes the image of Olympio, who triumphantly held the title of writer of world literature. Critic and publicist Andre gave the reader the unique life palettes of the great novelist Balzac, as well as the works of Balzac himself. Onore liked to spend money on refined lunches and parties, without thinking about tomorrow. His best works as "Shagreen leather", "Shuans", "Father Gorio" he wrote from want, his debts were counted in thousands, and creditors did not give the writer a passage. Almost in all his written biographies, he gives each hero his original nickname. So, for example, Byron he is Don Juan, Balzac becomes an antique Prometheus, George Sand - the beautiful Lilia, the great of the great, the sun of French poetry Victor Hugo Andre gives a figurative name - Olympio, Shelley is described as Ariel and etc. Thanks to the unique works of Andre Maurois, French literature was enriched with unique critical biographies of writers who entered the golden age of world literature. The Novel-epic of Mukhtar Auezov "Way of Abai" The novel-epic "Way of Abai", which had taken its place in world literature, was also written on real historical events; this work has a much larger scale. Behind the great cult of personality - Abai is the whole Kazakh people, his way of life, traditions and customs. Mukhtar Auezov informs the reader not only the image and life of the protagonist, but also others - hundreds of destinies of the steppes of the nineteenth century. Presented to the Kazakh people a long life epic Mukhtar Auezov also became the hero of the biographical book of Zeynolla Kabdolov "Menіn Auezovim"(My Auezov). Subsequently, the author was awarded a state prize for this work. Literary memoirs and memoirs Why is this genre not in demand among our (kazakh) writers? According to our research, there are a number of reasons for this. Writer, it will be necessary to explore the life and works of the writer (actor, public figure, cosmonaut, etc.) in the smallest details, and this is a very huge work. For days to sit in archives and libraries, organize interviews with more informed people on the selected object. This painstaking work is not for everyone on the shoulder. And this means to engage in a biographical genre very, very laboriously, but it's worth it. And if the hero you chose, your contemporary, then to justify all the hopes of the protagonist of your future book can be a difficult task. Here it is appropriate to say about the memoirs of Azilkhan Nurshaikhov about the creation of the magnificent work "Aqiqat pen aniz", woven on real events from the life of the Hero of the Soviet Union, the Kazakh batir, the writer Baurjan Momishuly. The novel "Aqiqat pen aniz" can rightfully be considered as Romanized artistic biography. For the modern domestic writer all ways of thinking and presentation are revealed. But historical works of art, with a fascinating plot, in our opinion, are necessary for the young reader. The Romanized biography helps to reveal the personality cult. Heroes are very much like in the literary field, yet personalities belonging to another sphere of art and culture, sports. The creative writer's potential of the nation is simply obliged to romance the past century of outstanding cultural details and not only. P.S. Now there are no strict rules to adhere to a certain genre, you can write novels in any direction. But our rich history in detail through descriptions of personalities should be. So, let's Romanize, and after Romanization is not far and before the film adaptation. After all, each separate historical biography, this is a ready-made script of the film. Aliya Kemelbekova adebiportal.kz- Literary Portal
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Special Project -_-My father... My mother...#2 with Elena Klepikova
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Special Project -_-My father... My mother...#1 with Rashida Stikeeva
Mom's memories about the war are hunger, and also cold, snowy military winters. The family has eight children. The elder ones are on the front-line war and on the defense, the…
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Miras Asan revealed the secret of the “Mona Lisa”!
Every day in the Louvre tourists go and admire the greatest masterpieces of painting. They do not even look at them or look at them, but not for long. Mostly the…
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Why is the Romanized biography not in demand?
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Memories do not store memory, but the heart
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What is the future of Kazakh literature and who is its reader?
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Presentation of Tursin Jurtbay's book “My pain, my pride - Alash!”
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