შვლის ნუკრის ნაამბობი

by Vazha-Pshavela

Genres: Georgian

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First published January 1, 1885

About the author

Vazha-Pshavela (Georgian: ვაჟა-ფშაველა, July 26, 1861 – July 10, 1915) is the pen-name of the Georgian poet and writer Luka Razikashvili , a classic of the new Georgian literature.

Vazha-Pshavela was born in a small village Chargali (Pshavi mountainous province in Eastern Georgia) in a family of clergyman. He graduated from the Pedagogical Seminary in Gori 1882, where he became close to Georgian populists (narodniki). Then 1883 entered Law Department of St. Petersburg University (Russia) as a non-credit student, but returned to Georgia in 1884 due to financial restraints. Worked as a teacher of Georgian language. He was also a famous representative of a National-Liberation movement of Georgia.

Vazha-Pshavela started his literature activities in mid-1880s. In his works, he portrayed everyday life and psychology of his contemporary Pshavs. Vazha-Pshavela is the author of many world-class literary works - 36 epics, about 400 poems ("Aluda Ketelauri", "Bakhtrioni", "Gogotur and Apshina", "Host and Guest", "Snake eater", "Eteri", "Mindia", etc.), plays, and stories, as well as ethnographic, journalistic, and critic articles. He pictured the highlanders' life almost exactly ethnographically and still recreated an entire world of mythological concepts. In his poetry, the poet addressed the heroic past of his people and appealed to the struggle against external and internal enemies (poems A Wounded Snow Leopard (1890), A Letter of a Pshav Soldier to His Mother (1915), etc.).

In his best epic compositions, Vazha-Pshavela exposed the problems of interaction between an individual and a society, a human and nature, love and duty before the nation. A conflict between an individual and a temi (community) is depicted in epics Aluda Ketelauri (1888, Russian translation, 1939) and Guest and Host (1893, Russian translation 1935); its characters choose against some obsolete laws of their community.

As a nature admirer, Vazha-Pshavela knows no comparison in Georgian poetry. His landscapes are full of motion and internal conflicts. The language is saturated with all the riches of his native language, and yet this is an impeccably exact literary language. Thanks to excellent translations into Russian (by Nikolay Zabolotsky, V. Derzhavin, Osip Mandelshtam, Boris Pasternak, S. Spassky, Marina Tsvetaeva, and others), translations into English (by Donald Rayfield, Venera Urushadze, Lela Jgerenaia, Nino Ramishvili, and others), translations into French (by Gaston Bouatchidzé), translations into German (by Yolanda Marchev, Steffi Chotiwari-Jünger) Vazha-Pshavela's compositions have became available to representatives of other nationalities of the ex-USSR.

Vazha-Pshavela died in Tiflis on July 10, 1915. Buried in the same place, in the Pantheon of the Mtatsminda Mountain. He was a representative of a National-Liberation movement of Georgia.

Poems and narrative stories of Vazha-Pshavela are published in more than 20 languages.
The mountaineer poet Vazha-Pshavela is indeed, as Donald Rayfield writes,‘qualitatively of a greater magnitude than any other Georgian writer’.[1]
The five epic poems of Vazha-Pshavela ('Aluda Ketelauri' (1888), 'Bakhtrioni' (1892), 'Host and Guest' (1893), 'The avenger of the blood' (1897), 'Snake eater' (1901)) is based on the principle Golden ratio, thus this poems resembles the works of Ancient and Renaissance authors

Reviews

[Dati · Rating 5 out of 5]

Childhood trauma

[Vazha · Rating 4 out of 5]

ვაჟა მიყვარხარ

[მარიამი · Rating 4 out of 5]

მეორე კლასელ მეს რა ესაქმებოდა ამ წიგნთან, ტრამვა მაქვს:) ეგ და ბემბი ძალიან მიყვარდა ბავშვობაში და რამდენჯერაც ბემბის მულტფილმს ვუყურებდი იმდენჯერ ამ ნაწარმოებს ვუბრუნდებოდი და თავიდან ვკითხულობდი. I just loved torturing myself as a child.

[Kakha · Rating 5 out of 5]

არ ვიცი, ქართულ ენაზე ამაზე გულისწამღები, თან თბილი და უსაზღვროდ სევდიანი თუ დაწერილა რამე? შეიძლება კი დაწერილა, მაგრამ შვლის ნუკრის ნაამბობის წაკითხვისას და სულ ბოლო წინადადების კითხვისას თავის შეკავება ძნელია; ძნელია, რომ არ იტირო, ძალიან რომ არ აგიჩუყდეს გული… როგორ ხედავდა ასეთ რამეებს ეს დიდი კაცი, როგორ ფიქრობდა ასე უკიდეგანო სიღრმით… აჰ… ფიქრობდა. ვაჟა იყო და ფიქრობდა.

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