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袦褍蟹械泄 蟹邪斜褉芯褕械薪薪褘褏 褋械泻褉械褌芯胁
袨泻褋邪薪邪 袟邪斜褍卸泻芯, 锌芯褝褌 懈 锌褉芯蟹邪懈泻 - 芯写懈薪 懈蟹 褋邪屑褘褏 锌芯锌褍谢褟褉薪褘褏 褋芯胁褉械屑械薪薪褘褏 褍泻褉邪懈薪褋泻懈褏 邪胁褌芯褉芯胁. 袝械 懈蟹胁械褋褌薪芯褋褌褜 写邪胁薪芯 胁褘褕谢邪 蟹邪 谐褉邪薪懈褑褘 校泻褉邪懈薪褘.
袪芯屑邪薪 "袦褍蟹械泄 蟹邪斜褉芯褕械薪薪褘褏 褋械泻褉械褌芯胁" - 褍泻褉邪懈薪褋泻懈泄 褝锌芯褋, 芯褏胁邪褌褘胁邪褞褖懈泄 褑械谢芯械 褋褌芯谢械褌懈械. 小褌褉邪薪邪, 褉邪褋泻芯谢芯褌邪褟 屑械卸写褍 袩芯谢褘薪械泄 懈 小芯胁械褌褋泻懈屑 小芯褞蟹芯屑, 锌械褉械卸懈胁褕邪褟 谐芯谢芯写芯屑芯褉, 褋褌邪谢懈薪褋泻懈械 褉械锌褉械褋褋懈懈, 胁芯泄薪褍, 芯斜褉械谢邪 薪邪泻芯薪械褑 薪械蟹邪胁懈褋懈屑芯褋褌褜. 袧芯 褋褌邪谢邪 谢懈 芯薪邪 写械泄褋褌胁懈褌械谢褜薪芯 褋胁芯斜芯写薪芯泄? 袠薪芯泄 胁蟹谐谢褟写 薪邪 芯斜褖褍褞 懈褋褌芯褉懈褞, 褋锌芯褋芯斜薪褘泄 褕芯泻懈褉芯胁邪褌褜, 薪芯 薪械芯斜褏芯写懈屑褘泄, 褔褌芯斜褘 锌芯薪褟褌褜 褋芯胁褉械屑械薪薪褍褞 校泻褉邪懈薪褍.
袪芯屑邪薪 "袦褍蟹械泄 蟹邪斜褉芯褕械薪薪褘褏 褋械泻褉械褌芯胁" - 褍泻褉邪懈薪褋泻懈泄 褝锌芯褋, 芯褏胁邪褌褘胁邪褞褖懈泄 褑械谢芯械 褋褌芯谢械褌懈械. 小褌褉邪薪邪, 褉邪褋泻芯谢芯褌邪褟 屑械卸写褍 袩芯谢褘薪械泄 懈 小芯胁械褌褋泻懈屑 小芯褞蟹芯屑, 锌械褉械卸懈胁褕邪褟 谐芯谢芯写芯屑芯褉, 褋褌邪谢懈薪褋泻懈械 褉械锌褉械褋褋懈懈, 胁芯泄薪褍, 芯斜褉械谢邪 薪邪泻芯薪械褑 薪械蟹邪胁懈褋懈屑芯褋褌褜. 袧芯 褋褌邪谢邪 谢懈 芯薪邪 写械泄褋褌胁懈褌械谢褜薪芯 褋胁芯斜芯写薪芯泄? 袠薪芯泄 胁蟹谐谢褟写 薪邪 芯斜褖褍褞 懈褋褌芯褉懈褞, 褋锌芯褋芯斜薪褘泄 褕芯泻懈褉芯胁邪褌褜, 薪芯 薪械芯斜褏芯写懈屑褘泄, 褔褌芯斜褘 锌芯薪褟褌褜 褋芯胁褉械屑械薪薪褍褞 校泻褉邪懈薪褍.
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First published January 1, 2009
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Oksana Zabuzhko
65听books517听followersOksana Zabuzhko is a contemporary Ukrainian writer, poet and essayist.
Born in Lutsk, Ukraine, Zabuzhko studied philosophy at the Kyiv University, where she also obtained her doctorate in aesthetics in 1987. In 1992 she taught at Penn State University as a visiting writer. Zabuzhko won a Fulbright scholarship in 1994 and taught Ukrainian literature at Harvard and University of Pittsburgh. Currently Zabuzhko works at the Hryhori Skovoroda Institute of Philosophy of the National Academy of Sciences of Ukraine.
Zabuzhko is known both for her literary works and criticism. Her controversial bestselling novel Field Work in Ukrainian Sex was translated in eight languages. In her writing Zabuzhko draws a lot of attention to the questions of Ukrainian self-identification, post-colonial issues and feminism. Her book Let My People Go won the Korrespondent magazine Best Ukrainian documentary book award in June 2006, and The Museum of Abandoned Secrets, Best Ukrainian Book 2010.
For Ukrainian language profile see 袨泻褋邪薪邪 袟邪斜褍卸泻芯
Born in Lutsk, Ukraine, Zabuzhko studied philosophy at the Kyiv University, where she also obtained her doctorate in aesthetics in 1987. In 1992 she taught at Penn State University as a visiting writer. Zabuzhko won a Fulbright scholarship in 1994 and taught Ukrainian literature at Harvard and University of Pittsburgh. Currently Zabuzhko works at the Hryhori Skovoroda Institute of Philosophy of the National Academy of Sciences of Ukraine.
Zabuzhko is known both for her literary works and criticism. Her controversial bestselling novel Field Work in Ukrainian Sex was translated in eight languages. In her writing Zabuzhko draws a lot of attention to the questions of Ukrainian self-identification, post-colonial issues and feminism. Her book Let My People Go won the Korrespondent magazine Best Ukrainian documentary book award in June 2006, and The Museum of Abandoned Secrets, Best Ukrainian Book 2010.
For Ukrainian language profile see 袨泻褋邪薪邪 袟邪斜褍卸泻芯
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June 14, 2022
Secret was a game played by Ukrainian girls who put flowers and other treasures under the glass and then buried them in the earth.
Secret is when women of the house in the times of collectivisation buried icons somewhere on the property.
Secret is the story of the building of Palats Ukraina, that exceeded budget and tuned out to be a gorgeous example of architecture, so beautiful that party comrade from Moscow said it was more impressive than the one for communist party in Moscow, so obviously everything had to be stripped down and made ugly, and also communists tried to find someone to blame for this blunder; the leading architect declined to be a scapegoat and committed suicide.
Secret are thousands of Ukrainian UPA resistance fighters who died waiting for help from the West against Stalin after the end of the ww2 and were betrayed by Yalta, their history erased by soviets for decades (and it鈥檚 late now because most of them died).
Secret is soviets destroying Babi Yar and building a dam there and the resulting Kurenivka mudslide that officially killed 145 people according to soviets but really it鈥檚 estimates the death toll is around 1500.
Secret is the Chernobyl catastrophe.
Secret files of Ukraine, some were evacuated by the KGB to Moscow in 1990 and then additional were burned in 1991.
Secret is Ukrainian history and the histories of millions of Ukrainians.
And there are a few secrets in this book.
In this ambitious sprawling through the ages novel, Zabuzhko took on the task to connect the Ukrainian past with the present (start of the 2000s), its recent partisan history with the corrupt, greedy, cynical pre-Orange revolution Ukraine. She did it through supernatural connections between generations.
In the past timeline there鈥檚 a resistance fighter Adrian and his sweetheart Gelya, who both went underground and were killed in 1947 in the Soviet's raid.
The present is about Adrian, the talented ex-physicist who had to change profession to the seller of antiquities because there鈥檚 no money in science in Ukraine (true); whose whole family suffered deportation and discrimination because his grandmother鈥檚 sister was in the resistance; and then there鈥檚 Daryna, a famous tv journalist whose father was put into mental institution because he worked on the before mentioned Palatz Ukraina project and tried to prove to the soviet government their innocence; Daryna finds the old photo of five resistance members that beguiles her and starts the whole story, leads her to meeting Adrian and connects both of them to the two of the people from the photo through magical shared dreams.
This book is huge and complex. There鈥檚 so much in it. She exposes cyclical problems, recurring temptations, ambitions, betrayals. Sexism in contemporary Ukraine and tall poppy syndrome. But then there鈥檚 also hope of change and reclaiming Ukraine for Ukrainians. Of a bright future, of the end of the wars, of peace and prosperity.
There鈥檚 so many threads Zabuzhko weaves in here and she manages to gather and resolve them by the end. Very impressive.
Zabuzhko is an indulgent writer in her prose. It can feel too much at times but even then I was always drawn into the story even when her enthusiasm was a bit much for me.
Also here she's a more mature and masterful writer here, this novel is much more controlled than her Fieldwork in Ukrainian sex.
My only other criticism is that her characters鈥� voices were sometimes a bit too similar and a bit like Zabuzhko herself.
And as with every story that has two timelines there鈥檚 a chance that one will be more interesting than the other and I must admit, I was much more into the past one.
All in all, this book masterfully blends Ukrainian history and fiction. It was a fascinating and educational read for me but I鈥檓 curious to know what outsiders think about it. This book doesn鈥檛 slow down and explains who's who in contemporary Ukrainian politics: who鈥檚 Kuchma, Yushchenko and Gongadze; where's Palats Ukraina, Pechersk and Maidan; who鈥檚 Kyi.
But with all its imperfections and indulgences, a 800 pages book that, firstly, I didn鈥檛 bailed on (the odds are always high) and, secondly, kept me feeling this interested on the page 700 deserves all my praise.
Secret is when women of the house in the times of collectivisation buried icons somewhere on the property.
Secret is the story of the building of Palats Ukraina, that exceeded budget and tuned out to be a gorgeous example of architecture, so beautiful that party comrade from Moscow said it was more impressive than the one for communist party in Moscow, so obviously everything had to be stripped down and made ugly, and also communists tried to find someone to blame for this blunder; the leading architect declined to be a scapegoat and committed suicide.
Secret are thousands of Ukrainian UPA resistance fighters who died waiting for help from the West against Stalin after the end of the ww2 and were betrayed by Yalta, their history erased by soviets for decades (and it鈥檚 late now because most of them died).
Secret is soviets destroying Babi Yar and building a dam there and the resulting Kurenivka mudslide that officially killed 145 people according to soviets but really it鈥檚 estimates the death toll is around 1500.
Secret is the Chernobyl catastrophe.
Secret files of Ukraine, some were evacuated by the KGB to Moscow in 1990 and then additional were burned in 1991.
Secret is Ukrainian history and the histories of millions of Ukrainians.
And there are a few secrets in this book.
In this ambitious sprawling through the ages novel, Zabuzhko took on the task to connect the Ukrainian past with the present (start of the 2000s), its recent partisan history with the corrupt, greedy, cynical pre-Orange revolution Ukraine. She did it through supernatural connections between generations.
In the past timeline there鈥檚 a resistance fighter Adrian and his sweetheart Gelya, who both went underground and were killed in 1947 in the Soviet's raid.
The present is about Adrian, the talented ex-physicist who had to change profession to the seller of antiquities because there鈥檚 no money in science in Ukraine (true); whose whole family suffered deportation and discrimination because his grandmother鈥檚 sister was in the resistance; and then there鈥檚 Daryna, a famous tv journalist whose father was put into mental institution because he worked on the before mentioned Palatz Ukraina project and tried to prove to the soviet government their innocence; Daryna finds the old photo of five resistance members that beguiles her and starts the whole story, leads her to meeting Adrian and connects both of them to the two of the people from the photo through magical shared dreams.
This book is huge and complex. There鈥檚 so much in it. She exposes cyclical problems, recurring temptations, ambitions, betrayals. Sexism in contemporary Ukraine and tall poppy syndrome. But then there鈥檚 also hope of change and reclaiming Ukraine for Ukrainians. Of a bright future, of the end of the wars, of peace and prosperity.
There鈥檚 so many threads Zabuzhko weaves in here and she manages to gather and resolve them by the end. Very impressive.
Zabuzhko is an indulgent writer in her prose. It can feel too much at times but even then I was always drawn into the story even when her enthusiasm was a bit much for me.
Also here she's a more mature and masterful writer here, this novel is much more controlled than her Fieldwork in Ukrainian sex.
My only other criticism is that her characters鈥� voices were sometimes a bit too similar and a bit like Zabuzhko herself.
And as with every story that has two timelines there鈥檚 a chance that one will be more interesting than the other and I must admit, I was much more into the past one.
All in all, this book masterfully blends Ukrainian history and fiction. It was a fascinating and educational read for me but I鈥檓 curious to know what outsiders think about it. This book doesn鈥檛 slow down and explains who's who in contemporary Ukrainian politics: who鈥檚 Kuchma, Yushchenko and Gongadze; where's Palats Ukraina, Pechersk and Maidan; who鈥檚 Kyi.
But with all its imperfections and indulgences, a 800 pages book that, firstly, I didn鈥檛 bailed on (the odds are always high) and, secondly, kept me feeling this interested on the page 700 deserves all my praise.
January 14, 2019
With all that's going on in Ukraine right now I wanted to read something that would help me understand the conflict. This novel was on a created for that purpose. It was really long (760 p.), really wonderful, and one I can鈥檛 get out of my head. The plot revolves around 3 women: a contemporary tv journalist, Daryna, who becomes obsessed with finding out the story of a striking woman in a photo of 5 partisans taken during WWII; Vlada, Daryna鈥檚 artist friend who dies suspiciously in a car accident; and Olena, the woman in the photo, a member of the Ukrainian Insurgent Army who was killed in 1947 by Stalin鈥檚 secret police.
But it鈥檚 also about this:
That鈥檚 important because early on in the novel Daryna finds a note -- actually just a word -- in the margin of one of her father鈥檚 books that appears to be the key to understanding him, a man whose long and seemingly pointless 鈥渟truggle against the system鈥� eventually cost his family any kind of normalcy and him his life. He dies a broken forgotten man in his mid 40鈥檚 after years spent defending himself against the Soviet authorities false claims ... and after enforced time in a psychiatric clinic with a falsified diagnosis. But then Daryna comes upon that page in one her father's books with an underlined phrase: 鈥淗amlet鈥檚 hesitation to act decisively in sight of triumphing evilness鈥� ... with this!!! handwritten in the margin.
I loved Zabuzhko's writing and, long as this novel was, it was truly a delight to be inside her head. When I hear news from Ukraine now it comes to me at a higher decibel because of the time spent with these characters. Really liked it.
But it鈥檚 also about this:
I have come to think that a person鈥檚 life is not so much, or rather is not just, the dramatically arched story with a handful of characters (parents, children, lovers, friends, and colleagues 鈥揳nyone else?) that we pass on more or less in one piece to our descendants. It鈥檚 only from the outside that life looks like a narrative, or when viewed backwards through a pair of mental binoculars we put on when we have to fit ourselves into the small oculars of resumes, late-night kitchen confessions, and home-spun myths, trimming and shaping life into orderly eyefuls. When seen from the inside, life is an enormous, bottomless suitcase, stuffed with precisely such indeterminate bits and pieces, utterly useless for anyone other than its owner. A suitcase carried, irredeemably and forever, to the grave. Maybe a handful of odds and ends fall out along the way 鈥� so whenever I stumbled into one of those lost, disowned scraps I was filled with a vague but insistent shame of my inadequacy, as if this piece, this accidental survivor, contained the key 鈥� the lost secret code to the deep, subterranean core of the other person鈥檚 life 鈥� and now I have it, but I don鈥檛 know which door it unlocks or if such a door even exists. Pg. 20
That鈥檚 important because early on in the novel Daryna finds a note -- actually just a word -- in the margin of one of her father鈥檚 books that appears to be the key to understanding him, a man whose long and seemingly pointless 鈥渟truggle against the system鈥� eventually cost his family any kind of normalcy and him his life. He dies a broken forgotten man in his mid 40鈥檚 after years spent defending himself against the Soviet authorities false claims ... and after enforced time in a psychiatric clinic with a falsified diagnosis. But then Daryna comes upon that page in one her father's books with an underlined phrase: 鈥淗amlet鈥檚 hesitation to act decisively in sight of triumphing evilness鈥� ... with this!!! handwritten in the margin.
this!!!---a scribble in the margins, a bauble that slipped out of the suitcase---turned the binoculars for me. For an instant, as if a flash of lightning cut through the darkness, I saw a living soul and the strange thing was that it was the same father about whom I, against my best instincts, continued to feel ashamed ... to see him from the inside and recognize, in that flash, what it was that had driven him to the end, that had not permitted him to back off and make the single required concession that white was really black; his indomitable abhorrence of his own fear, the physiological mandate from his very healthy and apparently very proud soul ... to reject this fear that had been implanted in him against his will, like viral DNA ... I could be proud of him. Pg.32
I loved Zabuzhko's writing and, long as this novel was, it was truly a delight to be inside her head. When I hear news from Ukraine now it comes to me at a higher decibel because of the time spent with these characters. Really liked it.
March 27, 2019
I lost count of the number of times I contemplated giving up on this book - even at 500 pages through I was tempted to call it a day! But it seemed like always, just as I was about to give up, there would be an astonishing passage that drew me back in and I do feel a sense of great accomplishment at finally having made it through the 700+ pages :-).
The Museum of Abandoned Secrets is not easy to summarise - the sprawling plot takes in a modern day journalist, the death of her artist friend, the loves and lives of a small group of resistance fighters in 1940s Ukraine. And it is told through a sometimes disorientating mixture of stream-of-consciousness prose with whole chunks of history told in dreams.
I am glad I read it, and it has certainly sparked an interest in Ukrainian history, but I would hesitate to know who to recommend it to - those looking for a challenging read and with plenty of time to set aside to do so, perhaps.
The Museum of Abandoned Secrets is not easy to summarise - the sprawling plot takes in a modern day journalist, the death of her artist friend, the loves and lives of a small group of resistance fighters in 1940s Ukraine. And it is told through a sometimes disorientating mixture of stream-of-consciousness prose with whole chunks of history told in dreams.
I am glad I read it, and it has certainly sparked an interest in Ukrainian history, but I would hesitate to know who to recommend it to - those looking for a challenging read and with plenty of time to set aside to do so, perhaps.
August 30, 2024
zu verhindern, dass man bei jemandem oder etwas einfach auf die DELETE-Taste dr眉ckt! Dies ist die Motivation f眉r die Hauptperson dieses Buchs, die investigative Journalistin Daryna Hoschtschynska in ihrem Beruf, aber auch in der Suche nach dem Schicksal der Gro脽tante 鈥濰elzya鈥� ihres Partners Adrian Watamanjuk, die in den unmittelbaren Nachkriegsjahren im Westen der Ukraine unter ungekl盲rten Umst盲nden umgekommen ist. Dieses Motto gilt aber auch f眉r die Autorin, die uns diese Spurensuche mit vielen Abschweifungen und historischen Spr眉ngen miterleben l盲sst. Der Hauptstrang der Handlung spielt in der Ukraine am Vorabend der schicksalsweisenden Wahlen vom Oktober 2024, die zur Orangenen Revolution und damit zur Abkehr von Moskau f眉hrten. Wir erleben ein Land, in dem sich Turbokapitalismus und 脺berbleibsel des alten Regimes und seiner Nomenklatura mischen. Ein Land, dass sich auf der Suche nach seiner Identit盲t an die Geschichte des Westukraine und der zwielichtigen Ukrainischen Aufst盲ndischen Armee und ihres Kampfes gegen das Sowjetregime erinnert. Diese nationalistische und antisemitische UPA bek盲mpfte bis weit in die 50er Jahre zuerst die deutschen Besatzer und nach dem Kriegsende die neuen polnischen und sowjetischen Machthaber in den westlichen Bezirken der Ukraine und der von Ukrainern bewohnten Gebiete S眉dostpolens. Und dieser UPA hatte sich Helzya, eigentlich Olha Dowhaniwna, angeschlossen, gemeinsam mit ihrem Jugendfreund Adrian O. 鈥� die Namensgleichheit ist kein Zufall. Wir erleben die Situation dieser UPA-Gruppe im Jahre 1947, die sich vor den Nachstellungen der sowjetischen Geheimpolizei in die W盲lder zur眉ckziehen musste. Daryna und der heutige Adrian sind auf geheimnisvolle Weise mit den Leben dieser UPA-K盲mpfer verbunden.
Diesem Buch kann eine so kurze Beschreibung meines Leseerlebnisses nicht gerecht zu werden. Ich bin begeistert. Diese Buch ist so reich und so erfrischend offen geschrieben, dass ich schon jetzt wei脽, dass ich es mit etwas zeitlichem Abstand erneut lesen muss und m枚chte.
Diesem Buch kann eine so kurze Beschreibung meines Leseerlebnisses nicht gerecht zu werden. Ich bin begeistert. Diese Buch ist so reich und so erfrischend offen geschrieben, dass ich schon jetzt wei脽, dass ich es mit etwas zeitlichem Abstand erneut lesen muss und m枚chte.
May 18, 2023
袛芯褔懈褌邪胁 芦袦褍蟹械泄 锌芯泻懈薪褍褌懈褏 褋械泻褉械褌褨胁禄 袟邪斜褍卸泻芯 褨 褌褉芯褏懈 褋褍屑薪芯 (褟泻 蟹邪胁卸写懈 锌褨褋谢褟 褏芯褉芯褕懈褏 泻薪懈谐), 褖芯 褑褟 芦薪邪泄写芯胁褕邪禄 锌芯写芯褉芯卸 蟹邪泻褨薪褔懈谢邪褋褜.
笑褨褦褞 泻薪懈谐芯褞 袟邪斜褍卸泻芯 胁懈泻芯薪褍褦 泻芯谢芯褋邪谢褜薪褍 蟹邪写邪褔褍: 薪邪 褟泻懈褏芯褋褜 胁芯褋褜屑懈褋褌邪 褋褌芯褉褨薪泻邪褏 蟹邪褏芯锌谢懈胁芯谐芯 褏褍写芯卸薪褜芯谐芯 褌械泻褋褌褍 褉芯蟹锌芯胁褨写邪褦 褨褋褌芯褉褨褞 褍泻褉邪褩薪褋褜泻芯谐芯 写胁邪写褑褟褌芯谐芯 褋褌芯谢褨褌褌褟. 袉 褟泻褖芯 泻芯屑褍褋褜 锌芯褌褉褨斜械薪 械泻褋锌褉械褋-褍褉芯泻 薪邪 褑褞 褌械屑褍 鈥� 褌芯 褑械 泻褉邪褖械 蟹邪 袙褨泻褨锌械写褨褞.
袚芯谢芯胁懈屑 邪薪褌邪谐芯薪褨褋褌芯屑 泻薪懈谐懈, 褟泻 薪械 写懈胁薪芯, 胁懈褋褌褍锌邪褦 褌邪 褋邪屑邪 褨屑锌械褉褨褟. 袣芯卸薪芯屑褍 蟹 褌褉褜芯褏 锌芯泻芯谢褨薪褜, 锌褉芯 褟泻褨 褉芯蟹锌芯胁褨写邪褦褌褜褋褟, 写芯胁芯写懈褌褜褋褟 蟹 薪械褞 蟹褨褕褌芯胁褏薪褍褌懈褋褜. 袩褉懈 褑褜芯屑褍, 褟泻褖芯 锌械褉褕械 锌芯泻芯谢褨薪薪褟 谐懈薪械 胁褨写 谐芯谢芯写褍 邪斜芯 卸 胁芯褞褦 蟹 褨屑锌械褉褨褦褞, 邪 写褉褍谐械 薪褨褟泻 薪械 薪邪胁褔懈褌褜褋褟 卸懈褌懈 褍 褋泻谢邪写褨 褑褨褦褩 褨屑锌械褉褨褩, 褌芯 褨蟹 褌褉械褌褨屑 锌芯泻芯谢褨薪薪褟屑 鈥� 写褨褩 褑褨褦褩 褋褞卸械褌薪芯褩 谢褨薪褨褩 胁褨写斜褍胁邪褞褌褜褋褟 褍 2004 褉芯褑褨 鈥� 胁褋械 薪邪胁褨褌褜 褑褨泻邪胁褨褕械. 校泻褉邪褩薪褑褨 褑褜芯谐芯 锌芯泻芯谢褨薪薪褟, 蟹 芯写薪芯谐芯 斜芯泻褍, 褖械 薪褨褟泻 薪械 屑芯卸褍褌褜 胁懈斜褉邪褌懈褋褜 褨蟹 写芯胁谐芯褩 褌褨薪褨 褨屑锌械褉褨褩. 袟 褨薪褕芯谐芯 斜芯泻褍, 褍 锌芯胁褨褌褉褨 胁卸械 胁懈褌邪褦 写褍褏 薪芯胁芯谐芯 薪邪褋褌褍锌褍 褨屑锌械褉褨褩.
袙邪卸泻芯 褌褍褌 芯斜褨泄褌懈褋褜 斜械蟹 薪邪蟹懈胁邪薪薪褟 袟邪斜褍卸泻芯 锌褉芯胁懈写懈褑械褞. 袙芯薪邪 锌褉芯 胁褋械 锌芯锌械褉械写卸邪谢邪 褍 褋胁芯褩褏 泻薪懈卸泻邪褏.
些械 泻褨谢褜泻邪 褋谢褨胁 锌褉芯 褋褌懈谢褜 袟邪斜褍卸泻芯. 袧邪 写薪褟褏 褌邪泻芯卸 锌褉芯褋谢褍褏芯胁褍胁邪胁 邪褍写褨芯泻薪懈谐褍 芦袩芯谢褜芯胁褨 写芯褋谢褨写卸械薪褟 蟹 褍泻褉邪褩薪褋褜泻芯谐芯 褋械泻褋褍禄, 蟹谐邪写褍胁邪胁 褟泻褨褋褜 屑褨褋褑褟 鈥� 斜芯 褔懈褌邪胁 褩褩 胁锌械褉褕械 褉芯泻褨胁 蟹 写胁邪写褑褟褌褜 褌芯屑褍. 袉 褉邪锌褌芯屑 褟 蟹斜邪谐薪褍胁, 褖芯 褏芯褔邪 褌芯写褨 薪械 褉芯蟹褍屑褨胁 斜邪谐邪褌芯 褔芯谐芯 蟹 薪邪锌懈褋邪薪芯谐芯, 褑褟 泻薪懈谐邪 褋褍褌褌褦胁芯 胁锌谢懈薪褍谢邪 薪邪 屑褨泄 锌芯写邪谢褜褕懈泄 褔懈褌邪褑褜泻懈泄 写芯褋胁褨写. 袘芯 锌褨褋谢褟 褋邪屑芯谐芯 褎邪泻褌褍 锌褉芯褔懈褌邪薪薪褟 泻褨谢褜泻邪褋褌芯褉褨薪泻芯胁懈褏 蟹邪斜褍卸泻褨胁褋褜泻懈褏 褉械褔械薪褜 胁 褞薪芯褋褌褨, 屑械薪械 锌褨蟹薪褨褕械 胁卸械 薪械 谢褟泻邪谢懈 褌械泻褋褌懈 袦褍蟹褨谢褟, 袩褉褍褋褌邪, 袛卸芯泄褋邪 褔懈 肖芯谢泻薪械褉邪. 袟邪斜褍卸泻芯 写谢褟 屑械薪械 锌芯褋谢褍谐褍胁邪谢邪 胁褏褨写薪懈屑 泻胁懈褌泻芯屑 写芯 褋械褉泄芯蟹薪芯褩 谢褨褌械褉邪褌褍褉懈.
袗 褌械锌械褉, 锌褨褋谢褟 袣邪褎泻懈, 袦邪薪薪邪 褨 袪褍褕写褨, 锌褉懈褏芯写懈褌褜 褔邪褋 蟹薪芯胁褍 锌芯褔懈褌邪褌懈 袟邪斜褍卸泻芯.
袘芯 褑械 褏芯褉芯褕邪 谢褨褌械褉邪褌褍褉邪 褋胁褨褌芯胁芯谐芯 褉褨胁薪褟. 些械 泄 褉芯蟹泻邪蟹褍褦 薪邪屑 锌褉芯 薪邪褋.
笑褨褦褞 泻薪懈谐芯褞 袟邪斜褍卸泻芯 胁懈泻芯薪褍褦 泻芯谢芯褋邪谢褜薪褍 蟹邪写邪褔褍: 薪邪 褟泻懈褏芯褋褜 胁芯褋褜屑懈褋褌邪 褋褌芯褉褨薪泻邪褏 蟹邪褏芯锌谢懈胁芯谐芯 褏褍写芯卸薪褜芯谐芯 褌械泻褋褌褍 褉芯蟹锌芯胁褨写邪褦 褨褋褌芯褉褨褞 褍泻褉邪褩薪褋褜泻芯谐芯 写胁邪写褑褟褌芯谐芯 褋褌芯谢褨褌褌褟. 袉 褟泻褖芯 泻芯屑褍褋褜 锌芯褌褉褨斜械薪 械泻褋锌褉械褋-褍褉芯泻 薪邪 褑褞 褌械屑褍 鈥� 褌芯 褑械 泻褉邪褖械 蟹邪 袙褨泻褨锌械写褨褞.
袚芯谢芯胁懈屑 邪薪褌邪谐芯薪褨褋褌芯屑 泻薪懈谐懈, 褟泻 薪械 写懈胁薪芯, 胁懈褋褌褍锌邪褦 褌邪 褋邪屑邪 褨屑锌械褉褨褟. 袣芯卸薪芯屑褍 蟹 褌褉褜芯褏 锌芯泻芯谢褨薪褜, 锌褉芯 褟泻褨 褉芯蟹锌芯胁褨写邪褦褌褜褋褟, 写芯胁芯写懈褌褜褋褟 蟹 薪械褞 蟹褨褕褌芯胁褏薪褍褌懈褋褜. 袩褉懈 褑褜芯屑褍, 褟泻褖芯 锌械褉褕械 锌芯泻芯谢褨薪薪褟 谐懈薪械 胁褨写 谐芯谢芯写褍 邪斜芯 卸 胁芯褞褦 蟹 褨屑锌械褉褨褦褞, 邪 写褉褍谐械 薪褨褟泻 薪械 薪邪胁褔懈褌褜褋褟 卸懈褌懈 褍 褋泻谢邪写褨 褑褨褦褩 褨屑锌械褉褨褩, 褌芯 褨蟹 褌褉械褌褨屑 锌芯泻芯谢褨薪薪褟屑 鈥� 写褨褩 褑褨褦褩 褋褞卸械褌薪芯褩 谢褨薪褨褩 胁褨写斜褍胁邪褞褌褜褋褟 褍 2004 褉芯褑褨 鈥� 胁褋械 薪邪胁褨褌褜 褑褨泻邪胁褨褕械. 校泻褉邪褩薪褑褨 褑褜芯谐芯 锌芯泻芯谢褨薪薪褟, 蟹 芯写薪芯谐芯 斜芯泻褍, 褖械 薪褨褟泻 薪械 屑芯卸褍褌褜 胁懈斜褉邪褌懈褋褜 褨蟹 写芯胁谐芯褩 褌褨薪褨 褨屑锌械褉褨褩. 袟 褨薪褕芯谐芯 斜芯泻褍, 褍 锌芯胁褨褌褉褨 胁卸械 胁懈褌邪褦 写褍褏 薪芯胁芯谐芯 薪邪褋褌褍锌褍 褨屑锌械褉褨褩.
袙邪卸泻芯 褌褍褌 芯斜褨泄褌懈褋褜 斜械蟹 薪邪蟹懈胁邪薪薪褟 袟邪斜褍卸泻芯 锌褉芯胁懈写懈褑械褞. 袙芯薪邪 锌褉芯 胁褋械 锌芯锌械褉械写卸邪谢邪 褍 褋胁芯褩褏 泻薪懈卸泻邪褏.
些械 泻褨谢褜泻邪 褋谢褨胁 锌褉芯 褋褌懈谢褜 袟邪斜褍卸泻芯. 袧邪 写薪褟褏 褌邪泻芯卸 锌褉芯褋谢褍褏芯胁褍胁邪胁 邪褍写褨芯泻薪懈谐褍 芦袩芯谢褜芯胁褨 写芯褋谢褨写卸械薪褟 蟹 褍泻褉邪褩薪褋褜泻芯谐芯 褋械泻褋褍禄, 蟹谐邪写褍胁邪胁 褟泻褨褋褜 屑褨褋褑褟 鈥� 斜芯 褔懈褌邪胁 褩褩 胁锌械褉褕械 褉芯泻褨胁 蟹 写胁邪写褑褟褌褜 褌芯屑褍. 袉 褉邪锌褌芯屑 褟 蟹斜邪谐薪褍胁, 褖芯 褏芯褔邪 褌芯写褨 薪械 褉芯蟹褍屑褨胁 斜邪谐邪褌芯 褔芯谐芯 蟹 薪邪锌懈褋邪薪芯谐芯, 褑褟 泻薪懈谐邪 褋褍褌褌褦胁芯 胁锌谢懈薪褍谢邪 薪邪 屑褨泄 锌芯写邪谢褜褕懈泄 褔懈褌邪褑褜泻懈泄 写芯褋胁褨写. 袘芯 锌褨褋谢褟 褋邪屑芯谐芯 褎邪泻褌褍 锌褉芯褔懈褌邪薪薪褟 泻褨谢褜泻邪褋褌芯褉褨薪泻芯胁懈褏 蟹邪斜褍卸泻褨胁褋褜泻懈褏 褉械褔械薪褜 胁 褞薪芯褋褌褨, 屑械薪械 锌褨蟹薪褨褕械 胁卸械 薪械 谢褟泻邪谢懈 褌械泻褋褌懈 袦褍蟹褨谢褟, 袩褉褍褋褌邪, 袛卸芯泄褋邪 褔懈 肖芯谢泻薪械褉邪. 袟邪斜褍卸泻芯 写谢褟 屑械薪械 锌芯褋谢褍谐褍胁邪谢邪 胁褏褨写薪懈屑 泻胁懈褌泻芯屑 写芯 褋械褉泄芯蟹薪芯褩 谢褨褌械褉邪褌褍褉懈.
袗 褌械锌械褉, 锌褨褋谢褟 袣邪褎泻懈, 袦邪薪薪邪 褨 袪褍褕写褨, 锌褉懈褏芯写懈褌褜 褔邪褋 蟹薪芯胁褍 锌芯褔懈褌邪褌懈 袟邪斜褍卸泻芯.
袘芯 褑械 褏芯褉芯褕邪 谢褨褌械褉邪褌褍褉邪 褋胁褨褌芯胁芯谐芯 褉褨胁薪褟. 些械 泄 褉芯蟹泻邪蟹褍褦 薪邪屑 锌褉芯 薪邪褋.
August 4, 2015
People often forget the evil they've done unto others, but retain forever the antipathy toward those they've wronged - reasons for this are found and fit into the puzzle later, retroactively.
Don't ask me to write a fair review of this. I can't. Yes, that's a standard cop-out and all, but in this case it also happens to be true; partly because I'm just bowled over by it, but also because it's the kind of novel (I could say Joyce, Morrison, Cartarescu, etc) that's so steeped in language, history and experiences I can only learn of, but not know. I feel like a fraud talking too much about it, being so overwhelmed by it.
She is lucky: she is "insane", and it's hereditary.
Then again, that's part of the story, too. Which is deliciously simple on the surface, to give Zabuzhko the chance to dig into all the complexities underneath. The TV journalist Daryna Goshchynska, the daughter of a dissident who died in a a mental hospital and now living in early-00s Ukraine, wants to make a documentary on a woman who fought in the Ukrainian Insurgent Army in the late 40s (you thought WWII ended in 1945, didn't you?), and just happens to be her boyfriend's great aunt. So when she starts digging in the story, he starts dreaming of it... except the dreams get more vivid with every night, and both Adrian and Daryna find themselves . And so we get a story set both in the newly-independent Ukraine, with its growing corruption (or inherited, if it makes a difference) where dollars can buy anything, no ideas but blind nationalism carry any weight, and TV channels air So You Think You Can Become A Pornstar; and in 1940s Ukraine, amid guerilla warfare and Stalinist purges, where people who went missing get to tell their story. There are so many secrets buried in the Ukraine, so many mass graves, so many things that have never been spoken about, so many records that have been burnt. Zabuzhko nests stories within stories within stories, to uncover all the layers of history that have been hidden, unpersoned, both to the characters and to the readers.
And we comforted ourselves with "manuscripts don't burn."
Oh, but they do burn. And cannot be restored.
Our entire culture is built on faulty foundations. The history we are taught is nothing but the clamor-increasingly deafening and difficult to disentangle-of voices out-yelling each other: I am! I am! I am! I, so and so, did this and that-and so on, ad infinitum. But the voices resound over burnt-out voids-over the silence of those who've been robbed of their chance to cry out, I am! Over those who had their mouths gagged, their throats slashed, their manuscripts burned. We don't know how to hear their silence; we live as if they never existed. But they did. And their silence, too, is the stuff of which our lives are made.
Goodbye, Daddy. Forgive me, Daddy.
I won't claim to love it unreservedly, there are things in it that make me want to argue with it, much like I do with Dostoevsky; the romanticized view of the nationalist uprising (which isn't surprising since it's told from their perspective), even if it's contrasted with, well, Stalin, isn't entirely unproblematic even if its modern version gets examined a lot more closely. The translation, while mostly good, is occasionally a bit too americanized (I might be wrong, but I don't think "drank the purple Kool-Aid" is a Ukrainian expression). But fuck that. Really. Zabuzhko is so completely in control of this uncontrollable story that just grows with every chapter, with every new narrator or perspective introduced, unravelling all the ways history - whether mandated by the government, muttered by drunk uncles, or written in the blood of someone who never knew their biological parents - echo in everything, from official or inofficial power structures to a lover's touch, in all the justifications we learn by rote and repeat until we actually believe they constitute reality.
What if this is the elemental essence of love: Having a person who shares your life but remembers everything differently? Like a constant source of wonder: world not just there, but given to you anew every minute-all you have to do is take her hand. Sometimes, even often, the same idea occurs to both of us at once, and we finish each other's sentences-"that's just it, exactly, that's what I just thought"-thrilling us as if we'd just found a secret door in a shared home, but I bet had we tried to write out our individual trains of thought, separately, and then compared notes, we'd see we weren't thinking the same thing at all-only about the same thing.
I just want to quote this book forever, if nothing else to show that it's not as dry and analytical as the "history of power bla bla". Quite the contrary; it's a book shot through by love stories, some unrequited and buried and forgotten for decades, some very much alive. Genetic material is history too, chosen families are blood too. Language - Ukrainian resurrected , only for both to be supplanted by English - the words you choose to use; while she doesn't try to be Joyce in any way, Zabuzhko has that same perfect ear for language, making every character voice echo their history and hint at their future. Which, despite it all, there is one. All of this has to lead somewhere.
You can't keep raping reality with impunity; sooner or later it will take its revenge, and the later it comes, the more terrifying it will be.
Hello, then. Who are you?
Don't ask me to write a fair review of this. I can't. Yes, that's a standard cop-out and all, but in this case it also happens to be true; partly because I'm just bowled over by it, but also because it's the kind of novel (I could say Joyce, Morrison, Cartarescu, etc) that's so steeped in language, history and experiences I can only learn of, but not know. I feel like a fraud talking too much about it, being so overwhelmed by it.
She is lucky: she is "insane", and it's hereditary.
Then again, that's part of the story, too. Which is deliciously simple on the surface, to give Zabuzhko the chance to dig into all the complexities underneath. The TV journalist Daryna Goshchynska, the daughter of a dissident who died in a a mental hospital and now living in early-00s Ukraine, wants to make a documentary on a woman who fought in the Ukrainian Insurgent Army in the late 40s (you thought WWII ended in 1945, didn't you?), and just happens to be her boyfriend's great aunt. So when she starts digging in the story, he starts dreaming of it... except the dreams get more vivid with every night, and both Adrian and Daryna find themselves . And so we get a story set both in the newly-independent Ukraine, with its growing corruption (or inherited, if it makes a difference) where dollars can buy anything, no ideas but blind nationalism carry any weight, and TV channels air So You Think You Can Become A Pornstar; and in 1940s Ukraine, amid guerilla warfare and Stalinist purges, where people who went missing get to tell their story. There are so many secrets buried in the Ukraine, so many mass graves, so many things that have never been spoken about, so many records that have been burnt. Zabuzhko nests stories within stories within stories, to uncover all the layers of history that have been hidden, unpersoned, both to the characters and to the readers.
And we comforted ourselves with "manuscripts don't burn."
Oh, but they do burn. And cannot be restored.
Our entire culture is built on faulty foundations. The history we are taught is nothing but the clamor-increasingly deafening and difficult to disentangle-of voices out-yelling each other: I am! I am! I am! I, so and so, did this and that-and so on, ad infinitum. But the voices resound over burnt-out voids-over the silence of those who've been robbed of their chance to cry out, I am! Over those who had their mouths gagged, their throats slashed, their manuscripts burned. We don't know how to hear their silence; we live as if they never existed. But they did. And their silence, too, is the stuff of which our lives are made.
Goodbye, Daddy. Forgive me, Daddy.
I won't claim to love it unreservedly, there are things in it that make me want to argue with it, much like I do with Dostoevsky; the romanticized view of the nationalist uprising (which isn't surprising since it's told from their perspective), even if it's contrasted with, well, Stalin, isn't entirely unproblematic even if its modern version gets examined a lot more closely. The translation, while mostly good, is occasionally a bit too americanized (I might be wrong, but I don't think "drank the purple Kool-Aid" is a Ukrainian expression). But fuck that. Really. Zabuzhko is so completely in control of this uncontrollable story that just grows with every chapter, with every new narrator or perspective introduced, unravelling all the ways history - whether mandated by the government, muttered by drunk uncles, or written in the blood of someone who never knew their biological parents - echo in everything, from official or inofficial power structures to a lover's touch, in all the justifications we learn by rote and repeat until we actually believe they constitute reality.
What if this is the elemental essence of love: Having a person who shares your life but remembers everything differently? Like a constant source of wonder: world not just there, but given to you anew every minute-all you have to do is take her hand. Sometimes, even often, the same idea occurs to both of us at once, and we finish each other's sentences-"that's just it, exactly, that's what I just thought"-thrilling us as if we'd just found a secret door in a shared home, but I bet had we tried to write out our individual trains of thought, separately, and then compared notes, we'd see we weren't thinking the same thing at all-only about the same thing.
I just want to quote this book forever, if nothing else to show that it's not as dry and analytical as the "history of power bla bla". Quite the contrary; it's a book shot through by love stories, some unrequited and buried and forgotten for decades, some very much alive. Genetic material is history too, chosen families are blood too. Language - Ukrainian resurrected , only for both to be supplanted by English - the words you choose to use; while she doesn't try to be Joyce in any way, Zabuzhko has that same perfect ear for language, making every character voice echo their history and hint at their future. Which, despite it all, there is one. All of this has to lead somewhere.
You can't keep raping reality with impunity; sooner or later it will take its revenge, and the later it comes, the more terrifying it will be.
Hello, then. Who are you?
February 28, 2022
The publisher's blurb makes this sound like a past/present romantic family saga of the kind written by Kate Morton, Rachel Hore et al. which is unfortunate as this is a committed and ambitious literary work which seems to take its influences more from writers like James Joyce and Proust. Zabuzhko has a PhD in philosophy and has taught at Penn State and Harvard - and she draws on both feminist and postcolonial theory in this book which is an intelligent engagement with Ukrainian history and identity through the Soviet period and into contemporary independence.
This is a big book and one which expects the reader's commitment, respect and time. The prose style is fresh and vivid with a strong narrative voice, especially from the sharp-tongued Daryna who is wonderfully caustic about other people's ignorance and prejudices. There are, however, what feel like slippages in the translation, especially at the start of the book, which can be jarring: women in an old photo are `adorned with the towering mousses of chignons' and bodies are `naive to' deodorant rather than innocent of it.
So this isn't in any sense an easy or throwaway read: it's bold and elaborate, politically-inscribed and very self-aware. It doesn't follow a traditional linear narrative or form, and the chapters are organised as `rooms', so if you've ever been frustrated by modernist or post-modernist texts that work through a tangle of narrative threads, this might be one to avoid.
This is the kind of book that could only have been conceived and written after the breakup of the former Soviet Union, and it's an eye-opening read to most of us in the West who are likely to be shamefully ignorant about Ukrainian history (I had to do a lot of Googling while reading this).
So I'm not sure that I'd say I enjoyed this as it's too challenging on literary, historical and theoretical levels for such a simple response - I'm glad I've read it but it was hard going at times. An important book.
This is a big book and one which expects the reader's commitment, respect and time. The prose style is fresh and vivid with a strong narrative voice, especially from the sharp-tongued Daryna who is wonderfully caustic about other people's ignorance and prejudices. There are, however, what feel like slippages in the translation, especially at the start of the book, which can be jarring: women in an old photo are `adorned with the towering mousses of chignons' and bodies are `naive to' deodorant rather than innocent of it.
So this isn't in any sense an easy or throwaway read: it's bold and elaborate, politically-inscribed and very self-aware. It doesn't follow a traditional linear narrative or form, and the chapters are organised as `rooms', so if you've ever been frustrated by modernist or post-modernist texts that work through a tangle of narrative threads, this might be one to avoid.
This is the kind of book that could only have been conceived and written after the breakup of the former Soviet Union, and it's an eye-opening read to most of us in the West who are likely to be shamefully ignorant about Ukrainian history (I had to do a lot of Googling while reading this).
So I'm not sure that I'd say I enjoyed this as it's too challenging on literary, historical and theoretical levels for such a simple response - I'm glad I've read it but it was hard going at times. An important book.
January 26, 2023
袦芯卸械, 褑械 褨 胁蟹邪谐邪谢褨 褦 薪邪泄械谢械屑械薪褌邪褉薪褨褕邪 褋褍褌褜 谢褞斜芯胁褨 鈥� 谢褞写懈薪邪, 褟泻邪 卸懈胁械 锌芯褉褍褔 褨蟹 褌芯斜芯褞 褨 胁褋械 蟹邪锌邪屑'褟褌芯胁褍褦 锌芯-褨薪褕芯屑褍. 孝邪泻械 锌芯褋褌褨泄薪械 写卸械褉械谢芯 锌芯写懈胁褍胁邪薪薪褟: 褋胁褨褌 薪械 锌褉芯褋褌芯 鈥� 褦, 褋胁褨褌 褖芯褏胁懈谢懈薪懈 褌芯斜褨 写 邪 褦 褌 褜 褋 褟 鈥� 写芯褋懈褌褜 谢懈褕械 胁蟹褟褌懈 褩褩 蟹邪 褉褍泻褍.
屑械薪褨 褋芯褉芯屑薪芯, 褖芯 锌褉芯褌褟谐芯屑 斜邪谐邪褌褜芯褏 褉芯泻褨胁 褟 芯屑懈薪邪谢邪 褌胁芯褉懈 袨泻褋邪薪懈 小褌械褎邪薪褨胁薪懈, 锌褨写写邪褞褔懈褋褜 薪邪 褌械泄泻懈 锌褉芯 褩褏薪褞 褋泻谢邪写薪褨褋褌褜 褍 褔懈褌邪薪薪褨 褨 锌械褉械胁邪褉褞胁邪薪薪褨. 邪谢械 卸 薪邪锌褉邪胁写褍, 胁芯薪邪 锌懈褕械 褌邪泻 卸懈胁芯, 褖芯 锌褉芯褑械褋 褔懈褌邪薪薪褟 薪邪谐邪写褍胁邪胁 屑械薪褨 芯褌褨 屑芯屑械薪褌懈 蟹 写懈褌懈薪褋褌胁邪, 泻芯谢懈 薪邪斜褨谐邪褦褕褋褟 薪邪 胁褍谢懈褑褨, 邪 褌芯写褨 蟹邪斜褨谐邪褦褕 写芯写芯屑褍 褨 卸邪写褨斜薪芯 锌鈥櫻斞� 胁芯写褍 蟹 胁械谢懈泻芯谐芯 泻褍褏谢褟, 薪褨褟泻 薪械 屑芯卸械褕 薪邪锌懈褌懈褋褟 - 褌邪泻 褌芯斜褨 褋屑邪褔薪芯, 锌褉懈褦屑薪芯, 褨 褏芯褔械褌褜褋褟 褉芯蟹褔懈薪懈褌懈褋褟 褍 褑褨泄 胁芯写褨.
蟹 褨薪褕芯谐芯 斜芯泻褍, 薪械 蟹薪邪褞, 褔懈 蟹屑芯谐谢邪 斜懈 褉邪薪褨褕械 褌邪泻 蟹褉械蟹芯薪褍胁邪褌懈 薪邪 胁械谢懈泻懈泄 褋褨屑械泄薪懈泄 褉芯屑邪薪 锌褉芯 锌芯褕褍泻懈 泻芯褉褨薪薪褟, 斜芯 褋邪屑械 锌褉芯褌褟谐芯屑 芯褋褌邪薪薪褜芯谐芯 褉芯泻褍 褑褟 褌械屑邪 褋褌邪谢邪 邪泻褌褍邪谢褜薪芯褞 褨 胁邪卸谢懈胁芯褞.
褟泻 斜懈 褌邪屑 薪械 斜褍谢芯, 褟 褖邪褋谢懈胁邪, 褖芯 蟹褨 屑薪芯褞 褋褌邪谢邪褋褟 褑褟 泻薪懈谐邪 褨 褟泻斜懈 屑芯谐谢邪, 褟 斜懈 锌芯褋褌邪胁懈谢邪 褍褋褨 10 蟹褨褉芯褔芯泻 馃枻
屑械薪褨 褋芯褉芯屑薪芯, 褖芯 锌褉芯褌褟谐芯屑 斜邪谐邪褌褜芯褏 褉芯泻褨胁 褟 芯屑懈薪邪谢邪 褌胁芯褉懈 袨泻褋邪薪懈 小褌械褎邪薪褨胁薪懈, 锌褨写写邪褞褔懈褋褜 薪邪 褌械泄泻懈 锌褉芯 褩褏薪褞 褋泻谢邪写薪褨褋褌褜 褍 褔懈褌邪薪薪褨 褨 锌械褉械胁邪褉褞胁邪薪薪褨. 邪谢械 卸 薪邪锌褉邪胁写褍, 胁芯薪邪 锌懈褕械 褌邪泻 卸懈胁芯, 褖芯 锌褉芯褑械褋 褔懈褌邪薪薪褟 薪邪谐邪写褍胁邪胁 屑械薪褨 芯褌褨 屑芯屑械薪褌懈 蟹 写懈褌懈薪褋褌胁邪, 泻芯谢懈 薪邪斜褨谐邪褦褕褋褟 薪邪 胁褍谢懈褑褨, 邪 褌芯写褨 蟹邪斜褨谐邪褦褕 写芯写芯屑褍 褨 卸邪写褨斜薪芯 锌鈥櫻斞� 胁芯写褍 蟹 胁械谢懈泻芯谐芯 泻褍褏谢褟, 薪褨褟泻 薪械 屑芯卸械褕 薪邪锌懈褌懈褋褟 - 褌邪泻 褌芯斜褨 褋屑邪褔薪芯, 锌褉懈褦屑薪芯, 褨 褏芯褔械褌褜褋褟 褉芯蟹褔懈薪懈褌懈褋褟 褍 褑褨泄 胁芯写褨.
蟹 褨薪褕芯谐芯 斜芯泻褍, 薪械 蟹薪邪褞, 褔懈 蟹屑芯谐谢邪 斜懈 褉邪薪褨褕械 褌邪泻 蟹褉械蟹芯薪褍胁邪褌懈 薪邪 胁械谢懈泻懈泄 褋褨屑械泄薪懈泄 褉芯屑邪薪 锌褉芯 锌芯褕褍泻懈 泻芯褉褨薪薪褟, 斜芯 褋邪屑械 锌褉芯褌褟谐芯屑 芯褋褌邪薪薪褜芯谐芯 褉芯泻褍 褑褟 褌械屑邪 褋褌邪谢邪 邪泻褌褍邪谢褜薪芯褞 褨 胁邪卸谢懈胁芯褞.
褟泻 斜懈 褌邪屑 薪械 斜褍谢芯, 褟 褖邪褋谢懈胁邪, 褖芯 蟹褨 屑薪芯褞 褋褌邪谢邪褋褟 褑褟 泻薪懈谐邪 褨 褟泻斜懈 屑芯谐谢邪, 褟 斜懈 锌芯褋褌邪胁懈谢邪 褍褋褨 10 蟹褨褉芯褔芯泻 馃枻
November 3, 2023
袟 褑褨褦褞 泻薪懈卸泻芯褞 褍 屑械薪械 褋泻谢邪谢懈褋褜 love-hate 褋褌芯褋褍薪泻懈.
袟 芯写薪芯谐芯 斜芯泻褍, 褑械 胁邪卸谢懈胁邪 褎褨泻褋邪褑褨褟 褍泻褉邪褩薪褋褜泻芯褩 褉械邪谢褜薪芯褋褌褨 锌芯褔邪褌泻褍 2000-褏, 褖芯 芯褏芯锌谢褞褦 锌芯谢褨褌懈褔薪褨 褌邪 褋芯褑褨邪谢褜薪褨 薪邪褋褌褉芯褩. 孝褍褌 褦 褋懈谢褜薪褨 褨褋褌芯褉褨褩 锌褉芯 褉邪写褟薪褋褜泻褍 褌芯褌邪谢褨褌邪褉薪褍 屑邪褕懈薪褍. 袉 蟹胁褨褋薪芯, 褌褍褌 褦 褏芯褉芯褕邪 褨褋褌芯褉褨褟 锌褉芯 校袩袗, 胁芯褩薪褨胁, 褟泻褨 蟹薪邪谢懈, 褖芯 薪械 屑邪褞褌褜 锌褉邪胁邪 锌褉芯谐褉邪褌懈, 褨 锌褉芯 谢褞斜芯胁.
袟 褨薪褕芯谐芯 斜芯泻褍, 褑褟 褨褋褌芯褉褨褟 蟹邪谐芯褉薪褍褌邪 胁 写褍卸械 锌芯褋械褉械写薪褞 写谢褟 屑械薪械 芯斜谐芯褉褌泻褍 褋褍褔邪褋薪芯褋褌褨, 写械, 薪邪 锌褉械胁械谢懈泻懈泄 屑褨泄 卸邪谢褜, 薪械 蟹薪邪泄褕谢芯褋褟 屑褨褋褑褟 写谢褟 锌芯-褋械褋褌褉懈薪褋褜泻懈 械屑锌邪褌懈褔薪芯谐芯 胁屑褨薪薪褟 谐芯胁芯褉懈褌懈 锌褉芯 卸褨薪芯泻. 些芯泄薪芯 褟 蟹邪褏芯锌谢械薪芯 蟹邪薪褍褉褞胁邪谢邪褋褟 胁 褨褋褌芯褉褨褞 屑懈薪褍谢芯谐芯, 屑械薪械 薪邪褔械 芯斜谢懈胁邪谢懈 泻褉懈卸邪薪芯褞 胁芯写芯褞 胁褨写胁械褉褌薪芯 屑褨蟹芯谐褨薪薪褨 褉械屑邪褉泻懈, 褟泻懈屑懈 褉褟褋薪褨褦 胁褋褟 泻薪懈卸泻邪. 袨褌 屑邪屑邪 谐芯谢芯胁薪芯褩 谐械褉芯褩薪褨 "芯斜邪斜懈谢邪褋褜" (褔懈褌邪泄褌械, 锌芯锌褉邪胁懈谢邪褋褜) 褨 "锌芯胁薪芯褌邪 褌邪泻 胁褍谢褜谐邪褉薪芯 写械褎芯褉屑褍胁邪谢邪 褩褩 褎褨谐褍褉褍". 袨褌 褔懈 薪械 褦写懈薪械, 褖芯 屑懈 写褨蟹薪邪褦屑芯褋褟 锌褉芯 械泻褋-锌邪褉褌薪械褉泻褍 屑褍卸褔懈薪懈 谐芯谢芯胁薪芯褩 谐械褉芯褩薪褨 - 褑械 "褩褩 胁褨褔薪械 薪褟胁褔邪薪薪褟, 褖芯 薪械 屑邪褦 褔芯谐芯 胁写褟谐褌懈". 袨褌 泻谢褨褕芯胁褨 芯锌懈褋懈 挟谢褨褔泻懈-褋械泻褉械褌邪褉泻懈 胁 屑褨薪褨 褋锌褨写薪懈褑褨. 袗 芯褌 屑懈 褉邪锌褌芯胁芯 胁蟹邪谐邪谢褨 褔懈褌邪褦屑芯 褟泻褨褋褜 写懈泻褨 褉芯蟹写褍屑懈 锌褉芯 锌褨写谢褨褌泻褍 褌邪 褩褩 胁褨褌褔懈屑邪, 褨 褋褌邪胁懈屑芯 锌褨写 锌懈褌邪薪薪褟, 褔懈 褨褋薪褍褦 锌芯薪褟褌褌褟 写懈褌褟褔芯褩 薪械胁懈薪薪芯褋褌褨. 袉, 蟹胁褨褋薪芯, 泻芯谢懈 褔芯谢芯胁褨泻懈 褋锌懈褋褍褞褌褜 锌芯谐邪薪懈泄 薪邪褋褌褉褨泄 卸褨薪芯泻 薪邪 屑褨褋褟褔薪褨 - 褑械 薪械 芯泻, 邪谢械 褔芯屑褍褋褜 芯锌懈褋褍胁邪褌懈 卸褨薪泻褍 "泻芯谢谐芯褋锌薪懈褑褟 胁 屑械薪芯锌邪褍蟹褨" - 芯泻. 笑械 谢懈褕械 泻褨谢褜泻邪 锌褉懈泻谢邪写褨胁: 屑邪泄卸械 胁褋褨 锌褉芯褏褨写薪褨 卸褨薪芯褔褨 锌械褉褋芯薪邪卸褨 芯锌懈褋邪薪褨 蟹 芯谐懈写薪芯褞 写谢褟 屑械薪械 蟹胁械褉褏薪褨褋褌褞.
袟胁褨褋薪芯, 褟 斜 屑芯谐谢邪 褋锌懈褋邪褌懈 褑械 薪邪 "褨薪褕懈泄 褔邪褋", 褋泻芯薪褑械薪褌褉褍胁邪褌懈褋褟 薪邪 褨褋褌芯褉褨褩 锌褉芯 斜芯褉芯褌褜斜褍 校袩袗, 斜芯 胁芯薪邪 写褨泄褋薪芯 褑褨薪薪邪. 袗谢械 褔懈 褏褨斜邪 屑芯卸薪邪 薪邪褋芯谢芯写懈褌懈褋褟 锌褉芯褑械褋芯屑, 泻芯谢懈 褌械斜械 褔邪褋 胁褨写 褔邪褋褍 蟹邪薪褍褉褞褞褌褜 芯斜谢懈褔褔褟屑 胁 泻褉懈卸邪薪褍 胁芯写褍? 携 薪械 蟹屑芯谐谢邪.
袟 芯写薪芯谐芯 斜芯泻褍, 褑械 胁邪卸谢懈胁邪 褎褨泻褋邪褑褨褟 褍泻褉邪褩薪褋褜泻芯褩 褉械邪谢褜薪芯褋褌褨 锌芯褔邪褌泻褍 2000-褏, 褖芯 芯褏芯锌谢褞褦 锌芯谢褨褌懈褔薪褨 褌邪 褋芯褑褨邪谢褜薪褨 薪邪褋褌褉芯褩. 孝褍褌 褦 褋懈谢褜薪褨 褨褋褌芯褉褨褩 锌褉芯 褉邪写褟薪褋褜泻褍 褌芯褌邪谢褨褌邪褉薪褍 屑邪褕懈薪褍. 袉 蟹胁褨褋薪芯, 褌褍褌 褦 褏芯褉芯褕邪 褨褋褌芯褉褨褟 锌褉芯 校袩袗, 胁芯褩薪褨胁, 褟泻褨 蟹薪邪谢懈, 褖芯 薪械 屑邪褞褌褜 锌褉邪胁邪 锌褉芯谐褉邪褌懈, 褨 锌褉芯 谢褞斜芯胁.
袟 褨薪褕芯谐芯 斜芯泻褍, 褑褟 褨褋褌芯褉褨褟 蟹邪谐芯褉薪褍褌邪 胁 写褍卸械 锌芯褋械褉械写薪褞 写谢褟 屑械薪械 芯斜谐芯褉褌泻褍 褋褍褔邪褋薪芯褋褌褨, 写械, 薪邪 锌褉械胁械谢懈泻懈泄 屑褨泄 卸邪谢褜, 薪械 蟹薪邪泄褕谢芯褋褟 屑褨褋褑褟 写谢褟 锌芯-褋械褋褌褉懈薪褋褜泻懈 械屑锌邪褌懈褔薪芯谐芯 胁屑褨薪薪褟 谐芯胁芯褉懈褌懈 锌褉芯 卸褨薪芯泻. 些芯泄薪芯 褟 蟹邪褏芯锌谢械薪芯 蟹邪薪褍褉褞胁邪谢邪褋褟 胁 褨褋褌芯褉褨褞 屑懈薪褍谢芯谐芯, 屑械薪械 薪邪褔械 芯斜谢懈胁邪谢懈 泻褉懈卸邪薪芯褞 胁芯写芯褞 胁褨写胁械褉褌薪芯 屑褨蟹芯谐褨薪薪褨 褉械屑邪褉泻懈, 褟泻懈屑懈 褉褟褋薪褨褦 胁褋褟 泻薪懈卸泻邪. 袨褌 屑邪屑邪 谐芯谢芯胁薪芯褩 谐械褉芯褩薪褨 "芯斜邪斜懈谢邪褋褜" (褔懈褌邪泄褌械, 锌芯锌褉邪胁懈谢邪褋褜) 褨 "锌芯胁薪芯褌邪 褌邪泻 胁褍谢褜谐邪褉薪芯 写械褎芯褉屑褍胁邪谢邪 褩褩 褎褨谐褍褉褍". 袨褌 褔懈 薪械 褦写懈薪械, 褖芯 屑懈 写褨蟹薪邪褦屑芯褋褟 锌褉芯 械泻褋-锌邪褉褌薪械褉泻褍 屑褍卸褔懈薪懈 谐芯谢芯胁薪芯褩 谐械褉芯褩薪褨 - 褑械 "褩褩 胁褨褔薪械 薪褟胁褔邪薪薪褟, 褖芯 薪械 屑邪褦 褔芯谐芯 胁写褟谐褌懈". 袨褌 泻谢褨褕芯胁褨 芯锌懈褋懈 挟谢褨褔泻懈-褋械泻褉械褌邪褉泻懈 胁 屑褨薪褨 褋锌褨写薪懈褑褨. 袗 芯褌 屑懈 褉邪锌褌芯胁芯 胁蟹邪谐邪谢褨 褔懈褌邪褦屑芯 褟泻褨褋褜 写懈泻褨 褉芯蟹写褍屑懈 锌褉芯 锌褨写谢褨褌泻褍 褌邪 褩褩 胁褨褌褔懈屑邪, 褨 褋褌邪胁懈屑芯 锌褨写 锌懈褌邪薪薪褟, 褔懈 褨褋薪褍褦 锌芯薪褟褌褌褟 写懈褌褟褔芯褩 薪械胁懈薪薪芯褋褌褨. 袉, 蟹胁褨褋薪芯, 泻芯谢懈 褔芯谢芯胁褨泻懈 褋锌懈褋褍褞褌褜 锌芯谐邪薪懈泄 薪邪褋褌褉褨泄 卸褨薪芯泻 薪邪 屑褨褋褟褔薪褨 - 褑械 薪械 芯泻, 邪谢械 褔芯屑褍褋褜 芯锌懈褋褍胁邪褌懈 卸褨薪泻褍 "泻芯谢谐芯褋锌薪懈褑褟 胁 屑械薪芯锌邪褍蟹褨" - 芯泻. 笑械 谢懈褕械 泻褨谢褜泻邪 锌褉懈泻谢邪写褨胁: 屑邪泄卸械 胁褋褨 锌褉芯褏褨写薪褨 卸褨薪芯褔褨 锌械褉褋芯薪邪卸褨 芯锌懈褋邪薪褨 蟹 芯谐懈写薪芯褞 写谢褟 屑械薪械 蟹胁械褉褏薪褨褋褌褞.
袟胁褨褋薪芯, 褟 斜 屑芯谐谢邪 褋锌懈褋邪褌懈 褑械 薪邪 "褨薪褕懈泄 褔邪褋", 褋泻芯薪褑械薪褌褉褍胁邪褌懈褋褟 薪邪 褨褋褌芯褉褨褩 锌褉芯 斜芯褉芯褌褜斜褍 校袩袗, 斜芯 胁芯薪邪 写褨泄褋薪芯 褑褨薪薪邪. 袗谢械 褔懈 褏褨斜邪 屑芯卸薪邪 薪邪褋芯谢芯写懈褌懈褋褟 锌褉芯褑械褋芯屑, 泻芯谢懈 褌械斜械 褔邪褋 胁褨写 褔邪褋褍 蟹邪薪褍褉褞褞褌褜 芯斜谢懈褔褔褟屑 胁 泻褉懈卸邪薪褍 胁芯写褍? 携 薪械 蟹屑芯谐谢邪.
August 11, 2017
Read this book when you are exhausted of the banal selections recommended enthusiastically by Amazon. Read this book when you can't stand another melodramatic plot, its one-dimensional characters twisting in the wind, served up with a giant side of insincerity and condescension. Read this book when you just want to cut through the noise and immerse yourself in the refreshing world of Slavic eloquence and understanding of art and life.
The Museum of Abandoned Secrets is sophisticated, complex, and moving, and it manages to embody all of these qualities while being entertaining as well. One of the themes of the book is collage, and the story itself is indeed a type of collage: one of different perspectives, points of view, time periods, visitations, and stages of growth and grief. Zabuzhko assembles the elements into a multi-layered discussion about memory, relationships, love, and historical and current events; each of the book's ideas interacts with the others to create a finished piece that will offer a different revelation to each reader and continue to give upon each subsequent reading.
Zabuzhko has written the best kind of "feminine" book: many of the themes are female in nature--female friendship, pregnancy and birth, womanly love and sex, and the observations of both men and women by the main (female) protagonist. The feminine elements of this book are elevated and celebrated. Female strength, intelligence, emotions, and desires are given a place of honor and prestige.
The Museum of Abandoned Secrets is an incomparable read when it comes to language. Full credit goes to the translator of this work for preserving Zabuzhko's play with words and phrases, her gifts with dialogue, and the ethereal quality of many of the passages. Every sentence is substantial, articulate, and expressive. Secrets is not a book to be hurried through.
Read this book if you have a span of several days and the energy to dive into an intense work of literature. Read this book if you want to be haunted by characters, scenes, and descriptions. Read this book if you love highlighting and encountering rare words and if you hate cliches. Read this book if you value and are excited by writing that makes you think and elicits a complex emotional response.
The Museum of Abandoned Secrets is sophisticated, complex, and moving, and it manages to embody all of these qualities while being entertaining as well. One of the themes of the book is collage, and the story itself is indeed a type of collage: one of different perspectives, points of view, time periods, visitations, and stages of growth and grief. Zabuzhko assembles the elements into a multi-layered discussion about memory, relationships, love, and historical and current events; each of the book's ideas interacts with the others to create a finished piece that will offer a different revelation to each reader and continue to give upon each subsequent reading.
Zabuzhko has written the best kind of "feminine" book: many of the themes are female in nature--female friendship, pregnancy and birth, womanly love and sex, and the observations of both men and women by the main (female) protagonist. The feminine elements of this book are elevated and celebrated. Female strength, intelligence, emotions, and desires are given a place of honor and prestige.
The Museum of Abandoned Secrets is an incomparable read when it comes to language. Full credit goes to the translator of this work for preserving Zabuzhko's play with words and phrases, her gifts with dialogue, and the ethereal quality of many of the passages. Every sentence is substantial, articulate, and expressive. Secrets is not a book to be hurried through.
Read this book if you have a span of several days and the energy to dive into an intense work of literature. Read this book if you want to be haunted by characters, scenes, and descriptions. Read this book if you love highlighting and encountering rare words and if you hate cliches. Read this book if you value and are excited by writing that makes you think and elicits a complex emotional response.
August 22, 2022
4,5*
鈥濭eheimnisse鈥� ist der Name eines Spiels, das in der Ukraine von M盲dchen gespielt wurde. Ein 鈥濻chatz鈥�, meist bunte Scherben und glitzerndes Bonbonpapier, wurde in einer selbstgegrabenen kleinen H枚hle versteckt, der Standort musste gut gemerkt und durfte keinesfalls an Jungen verraten werden. So manches Mal wurde das Geheimnis vergessen.
Das Spiel, das seinen Ursprung dem Verstecken von Ikonen vor den Bolschewiken hat, ist die Vorlage f眉r Sabuschkos Romankonstruktion. In einem Museum werden 鈥瀡ergessene Geheimnisse鈥� pr盲sentiert, in jedem 鈥濻aal鈥�, der einem Kapitel entspricht, wird ein St眉ck ukrainischer Geschichte oder auch Gegenw盲rtiges, das offiziell nicht ausgesprochen wird, enth眉llt. Gegenw盲rtiges bezieht sich auf die Entstehungszeit des Buches, das 2009 im Original erschien.
Drei Frauen sind die Hauptfiguren des Buches, Daryna, eine Fernsehjournalistin, Wlada, eine K眉nstlerin (Gem盲lde 鈥濭eheimnisse鈥�) und Helzja, eine Partisanin im Kampf gegen die Bolschewiki, die dem Roman einen feministischen Ton verleihen. Daneben spielt Helzjas Gro脽neffe Adrian eine wichtige Rolle. Zwischen allen Figuren gibt es Verbindungen, die in den 鈥濻盲len鈥� aufgedeckt werden und anhand derer ein Bild der Ukraine in Vergangenheit und Gegenwart entsteht.
Die Konstruktion des Buches hat mich weitestgehend 眉berzeugt, der Schluss rundet das Thema wunderbar. Sprachlich bewegt sich der Roman auf hohem Niveau; der Situation angemessen, klingt sie kraftvoll, w眉tend, vulg盲r, z盲rtlich oder poetisch, in sprechenden Bildern oder in inneren Monologen. Manchmal hatte ich meine Zweifel an der 脺bersetzung, der zumindest eine Schlusskorrektur fehlte, in der Schreibfehler und unterschiedliche Abk眉rzungen f眉r denselben Ausdruck bereinigt worden w盲ren. Sabuschko hat das Buch 眉ber viele Jahre an ganz unterschiedlichen Orten geschrieben, vielleicht haben sich schon dabei kleine Fehler eingeschlichen. Letztendlich schm盲lern diese Dinge den hervorragenden Umgang mit Sprache nicht. So mancher gesellschaftspolitische Zusammenhang wurde in den Gespr盲chen klar, wie ihn kaum ein Sachbuch besser h盲tte erkl盲ren k枚nnen.
Die mehrfache Verwendung von Tr盲umen zur Herstellung einer Verbindung zwischen der Vergangenheit und Gegenwart konnte mich nicht ganz so begeistern, das hatte etwas Esoterisches und f眉gte sich f眉r mich nicht selbstverst盲ndlich in die Handlung ein 鈥� hier hatte die Konstruktion ein schlecht sitzendes Verbindungsst眉ck.
Ich habe viel 眉ber die Ukraine gelernt, aber an einigen Stellen wurde ich den Eindruck nicht los, dass mir ein ganz bestimmtes gesch枚ntes Geschichtsbild vermittelt werden sollte und gerade was Juden betrifft, nur ein Teil des 鈥濭eheimnisses鈥� aufgedeckt wurde. Auch wenn es solche Partisanen gegeben haben mag, w盲re mir etwas mehr Ambivalenz lieber gewesen.
Das klingt negativer als beabsichtigt, Oksana Sabuschko schreibt hervorragend, ihr sind gerade jetzt viele Leser*innen zu w眉nschen. Die augenblickliche Situation l盲sst sich viel besser einordnen und es wird klar, welchen Weg die Menschen der Ukraine noch vor sich haben.
鈥濭eheimnisse鈥� ist der Name eines Spiels, das in der Ukraine von M盲dchen gespielt wurde. Ein 鈥濻chatz鈥�, meist bunte Scherben und glitzerndes Bonbonpapier, wurde in einer selbstgegrabenen kleinen H枚hle versteckt, der Standort musste gut gemerkt und durfte keinesfalls an Jungen verraten werden. So manches Mal wurde das Geheimnis vergessen.
Das Spiel, das seinen Ursprung dem Verstecken von Ikonen vor den Bolschewiken hat, ist die Vorlage f眉r Sabuschkos Romankonstruktion. In einem Museum werden 鈥瀡ergessene Geheimnisse鈥� pr盲sentiert, in jedem 鈥濻aal鈥�, der einem Kapitel entspricht, wird ein St眉ck ukrainischer Geschichte oder auch Gegenw盲rtiges, das offiziell nicht ausgesprochen wird, enth眉llt. Gegenw盲rtiges bezieht sich auf die Entstehungszeit des Buches, das 2009 im Original erschien.
Drei Frauen sind die Hauptfiguren des Buches, Daryna, eine Fernsehjournalistin, Wlada, eine K眉nstlerin (Gem盲lde 鈥濭eheimnisse鈥�) und Helzja, eine Partisanin im Kampf gegen die Bolschewiki, die dem Roman einen feministischen Ton verleihen. Daneben spielt Helzjas Gro脽neffe Adrian eine wichtige Rolle. Zwischen allen Figuren gibt es Verbindungen, die in den 鈥濻盲len鈥� aufgedeckt werden und anhand derer ein Bild der Ukraine in Vergangenheit und Gegenwart entsteht.
Die Konstruktion des Buches hat mich weitestgehend 眉berzeugt, der Schluss rundet das Thema wunderbar. Sprachlich bewegt sich der Roman auf hohem Niveau; der Situation angemessen, klingt sie kraftvoll, w眉tend, vulg盲r, z盲rtlich oder poetisch, in sprechenden Bildern oder in inneren Monologen. Manchmal hatte ich meine Zweifel an der 脺bersetzung, der zumindest eine Schlusskorrektur fehlte, in der Schreibfehler und unterschiedliche Abk眉rzungen f眉r denselben Ausdruck bereinigt worden w盲ren. Sabuschko hat das Buch 眉ber viele Jahre an ganz unterschiedlichen Orten geschrieben, vielleicht haben sich schon dabei kleine Fehler eingeschlichen. Letztendlich schm盲lern diese Dinge den hervorragenden Umgang mit Sprache nicht. So mancher gesellschaftspolitische Zusammenhang wurde in den Gespr盲chen klar, wie ihn kaum ein Sachbuch besser h盲tte erkl盲ren k枚nnen.
Die mehrfache Verwendung von Tr盲umen zur Herstellung einer Verbindung zwischen der Vergangenheit und Gegenwart konnte mich nicht ganz so begeistern, das hatte etwas Esoterisches und f眉gte sich f眉r mich nicht selbstverst盲ndlich in die Handlung ein 鈥� hier hatte die Konstruktion ein schlecht sitzendes Verbindungsst眉ck.
Ich habe viel 眉ber die Ukraine gelernt, aber an einigen Stellen wurde ich den Eindruck nicht los, dass mir ein ganz bestimmtes gesch枚ntes Geschichtsbild vermittelt werden sollte und gerade was Juden betrifft, nur ein Teil des 鈥濭eheimnisses鈥� aufgedeckt wurde. Auch wenn es solche Partisanen gegeben haben mag, w盲re mir etwas mehr Ambivalenz lieber gewesen.
Das klingt negativer als beabsichtigt, Oksana Sabuschko schreibt hervorragend, ihr sind gerade jetzt viele Leser*innen zu w眉nschen. Die augenblickliche Situation l盲sst sich viel besser einordnen und es wird klar, welchen Weg die Menschen der Ukraine noch vor sich haben.
February 19, 2024
Na a拧 galb奴t gyvenime ka啪ko nesuprantu, ta膷iau 拧i knyga buvo pati nuobod啪iausia knyga, koki膮 per gyvenim膮 man teko skaityti. Ir tik tai, kad u啪sibr臈啪iau, jog perskaitysiu ir skai膷iau tarp kit懦 knyg懦 寞 tarpus po skyriuk膮, galiausiai pad臈jo man j膮 寞veikti. Keis膷iausia, kad perskai膷ius siu啪etas atrodo visai 寞domus ir intriguojantis: tv laid懦 ved臈ja, daranti reporta啪us apie 寞vairius kasdienius herojus, kartu su savo antr膮j膮 puse susapnuoja sapn膮, kuris juos nune拧a atgal 寞 partizaninius laikus ir padeda susipa啪inti su vienos mirusios giminait臈s istorija. Tuomet jie pradeda 啪urnalistin寞 tyrim膮 apie tos giminait臈s mirt寞. Viskas skamba labai 寞domiai, temos, lie膷iamos knygoje taip pat svarbios: sovietini懦 啪moni懦 gyvenimas, partizaninis karas, Ukrainos karas. Bet, BET, ra拧ymo stilius man buvo ka啪kas nesuprantamo. Pasakojim膮 pavadin膷iau tiesiog s膮mon臈s srautu, nes viskas pasakojama pirmu asmeniu, dialogai perpasakojami lyg asmuo juos gird臈t懦, mintys vis nuklysta nuo vieno prie kito, gilinasi 寞 ka啪kokius naujai i拧kylan膷ius klausimus. Kai skai膷iau pirm膮 skyri懦 negal臈jau suprasti, nei kas veik臈jai, nei kas vyksta ir tik skyriaus pabaigoje (o skyriai 膷ia 50-100psl) supratau, kad pagrindin臈 veik臈ja 啪i奴ri nuotrauk懦 album膮 ir komentuoja k膮 mato. Taigi, tokio tipo knygos tikrai ne man.
March 29, 2022
Came for the insights into Ukrainian history, culture and life 鈥� what I got was what feels like an endlessly meandering one-person podcast about mostly mundane things with glimpses of striking clarity here and there.
Don't get me wrong 鈥� there is some VERY interesting, downright enlightening stuff in these monologues. You just need to find the gold between hundreds of lines. It's not merely a factor of value-for-time. I just didn't feel engaged by this novel at all. Which is weird.
Because the prose itself is amazing. This author knows how to create some amazing images and allegories through sentences that bite. When this novel hits you, it leaves a mark. How can it be then that the vast majority of what is written here feels monotonous as heck and seemingly goes nowhere?
One of the reasons might be that this novel feels like it is first and foremost about... well, just being an average woman first and foremost. Don't get me wrong, the world still needs way more literature about just "being a woman" (whatever that may entail). In this specific case, however, this rather mundane aspect steals far too much of the spotlight from the historical bits that the blurb on the back of the book promises. You may find the Holodomor, the Nazi occupation, the Soviet era, the Orange Revolution and so on right in here somewhere... But yes, you will need to dive in there and FIND it.
Don't get me wrong 鈥� there is some VERY interesting, downright enlightening stuff in these monologues. You just need to find the gold between hundreds of lines. It's not merely a factor of value-for-time. I just didn't feel engaged by this novel at all. Which is weird.
Because the prose itself is amazing. This author knows how to create some amazing images and allegories through sentences that bite. When this novel hits you, it leaves a mark. How can it be then that the vast majority of what is written here feels monotonous as heck and seemingly goes nowhere?
One of the reasons might be that this novel feels like it is first and foremost about... well, just being an average woman first and foremost. Don't get me wrong, the world still needs way more literature about just "being a woman" (whatever that may entail). In this specific case, however, this rather mundane aspect steals far too much of the spotlight from the historical bits that the blurb on the back of the book promises. You may find the Holodomor, the Nazi occupation, the Soviet era, the Orange Revolution and so on right in here somewhere... But yes, you will need to dive in there and FIND it.
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June 25, 2024Daryna, eine bekannte Fernsehjournalistin in Kiew, recherchiert 眉ber eine Partisanin der UPA, der "Ukrainischen Aufst盲ndischen Armee" im Zweiten Weltkrieg, Helzja Dowhaniwna, deren Foto sie zuf盲llig in die Hand bekommen hat. Kurz darauf l盲uft ihr Adrian, der Gro脽neffe Helzjas 眉ber den Weg, in den sie sich verliebt. Ihre Freundin Wlada, eine erfolgreiche Malerin, stirbt bei einem mysteri枚sen Autounfall, ihre Bilderserie "Geheimnisse", die sie dabei hatte, ist spurlos verschwunden. Alles h盲ngt irgendwie zusammen und ergibt ein opulentes Panorama der Ukraine im 20. Jahrhundert.
Biografien und Szenen aus Vergangenheit und Gegenwart, Monologe, Dialoge, Gedankenstr枚me, erz盲hlt in abwechselnden Stimmen und Tonlagen, werden in acht S盲len, wie in einem Museum pr盲sentiert. Besonders gut fand ich die raffinierte Erz盲hlstruktur. Die Vergangenheit erscheint in den Tr盲umen der gegenw盲rtigen Figuren, die Toten spiegeln sich in den Lebenden und die Metapher des Museums, des Konservierens und Bewahrens, wird mehrfach reflektiert - der Freund Darynas ist Antiquit盲tenh盲ndler, ihre Mutter war Mitarbeiterin in einem Museum, die Archive des KGB spielen eine wichtige Rolle und ein Spiel, bei dem M盲dchen schillernde Geheimnisse in der Erde vergraben, zieht sich wie ein roter Faden durch das Buch. Auch die Charaktere sind interessant und lebendig. Handwerklich hat mich das Buch 眉berzeugt, ein gro脽es, kunstvoll konstruiertes, schillerndes Epos.
Allerdings zeigt sich in der auf den ersten Blick differenzierten Darstellung eine b枚se Schlagseite. Das ganze Bild ist mit einem fast schon esoterischen Nationalmythos und einem ausgepr盲gten Opfernarrativ grundiert. Anfangs nahm ich das nicht ernst und hielt es f眉r einen Griff in die postmoderne Werkzeugkiste. Schlie脽lich werden die Szenen aus der Vergangenheit nur getr盲umt und die Gegenwart wird kritisch, oft sarkastisch behandelt - neureiche Ganoven mit ihren Edelnutten - Korruption, Betrug, M盲dchenhandel, sogar Leichenfledderei stehen am Programm. Aber die drei Heldinnen widerstehen allen Versuchungen, damals wie heute, sie k盲mpfen aufrecht und wahrhaftig gegen Verkauf und Verrat der ukrainischen Idee und opfern, wenn es sein muss, mit reiner Seele ihr Leben. Die allegorische Verkn眉pfung des weiblichen K枚rpers mit der Idee der Nation - offenbar eine feministische Variante des Nationalismus, findet ihren geschmacklosen H枚hepunkt am Ende, wo Daryna mit dem positiven Schwangerschaftstest am Rand der Badewanne sitzt:
"Da haben wir die Antwort. Sie h盲lt sie in der Hand. Eine Armee, ja. Eine zweite Front. Halt, nein, eine andere Front, vielleicht m盲chtiger als die erste 鈥�
Zwei rote (sie begannen bereits nachzudunkeln) Querbalken auf dem Teststreifen - ihr Einberufungsbefehl."
Eine grausliche Metapher.
Besonders problematisch sehe ich die verharmlosende Darstellung der UPA im Zweiten Weltkrieg. Ihre Beteiligung an den wird ausgeblendet. Immerhin wurden 1943 mehrere Hunderttausend, ganze D枚rfer inklusive Frauen und Kinder, auf bestialische Weise hingemetzelt oder vertrieben. Das hat ganz klar mit T盲terschaft zu tun und keine Opfererz盲hlung kann das rechtfertigen, schon gar nicht die Bilder aus Golgatha. Es werden zwar kurz brennende H枚fe polnischer Kolonisten erw盲hnt, das ist aber schon alles. Sabuschko ist promovierte Historikerin und man darf annehmen, dass ihr diese Trag枚die bekannt ist. So wie die Verbrechen der Nazis, der Sowjets, Stalins, Putins und all ihrer Helfershelfer klar benannt werden m眉ssen, w盲re es eine Sache der Redlichkeit, auch die eigenen Verbrechen einzugestehen und daf眉r die Verantwortung zu 眉bernehmen.
Ich habe auch wenig Verst盲ndnis, dass die Autorin Tolstoi und Dostojewski f眉r das Massaker in Butscha verantwortlich macht, wie . Sie verteufelt darin die gesamte russische Kultur, spricht ihr den europ盲ischen Geist ab und ventiliert zugleich Verschw枚rungstheorien 眉ber Sartre und Hemingway. Das hat mit dem Roman zwar nicht direkt zu tun, es hat aber meine kritische Sicht best盲rkt.
So bleibt in Summe ein sehr ambivalenter Eindruck f眉r ein literarisch meisterliches aber ideologisch fragw眉rdiges Werk.
Biografien und Szenen aus Vergangenheit und Gegenwart, Monologe, Dialoge, Gedankenstr枚me, erz盲hlt in abwechselnden Stimmen und Tonlagen, werden in acht S盲len, wie in einem Museum pr盲sentiert. Besonders gut fand ich die raffinierte Erz盲hlstruktur. Die Vergangenheit erscheint in den Tr盲umen der gegenw盲rtigen Figuren, die Toten spiegeln sich in den Lebenden und die Metapher des Museums, des Konservierens und Bewahrens, wird mehrfach reflektiert - der Freund Darynas ist Antiquit盲tenh盲ndler, ihre Mutter war Mitarbeiterin in einem Museum, die Archive des KGB spielen eine wichtige Rolle und ein Spiel, bei dem M盲dchen schillernde Geheimnisse in der Erde vergraben, zieht sich wie ein roter Faden durch das Buch. Auch die Charaktere sind interessant und lebendig. Handwerklich hat mich das Buch 眉berzeugt, ein gro脽es, kunstvoll konstruiertes, schillerndes Epos.
Allerdings zeigt sich in der auf den ersten Blick differenzierten Darstellung eine b枚se Schlagseite. Das ganze Bild ist mit einem fast schon esoterischen Nationalmythos und einem ausgepr盲gten Opfernarrativ grundiert. Anfangs nahm ich das nicht ernst und hielt es f眉r einen Griff in die postmoderne Werkzeugkiste. Schlie脽lich werden die Szenen aus der Vergangenheit nur getr盲umt und die Gegenwart wird kritisch, oft sarkastisch behandelt - neureiche Ganoven mit ihren Edelnutten - Korruption, Betrug, M盲dchenhandel, sogar Leichenfledderei stehen am Programm. Aber die drei Heldinnen widerstehen allen Versuchungen, damals wie heute, sie k盲mpfen aufrecht und wahrhaftig gegen Verkauf und Verrat der ukrainischen Idee und opfern, wenn es sein muss, mit reiner Seele ihr Leben. Die allegorische Verkn眉pfung des weiblichen K枚rpers mit der Idee der Nation - offenbar eine feministische Variante des Nationalismus, findet ihren geschmacklosen H枚hepunkt am Ende, wo Daryna mit dem positiven Schwangerschaftstest am Rand der Badewanne sitzt:
"Da haben wir die Antwort. Sie h盲lt sie in der Hand. Eine Armee, ja. Eine zweite Front. Halt, nein, eine andere Front, vielleicht m盲chtiger als die erste 鈥�
Zwei rote (sie begannen bereits nachzudunkeln) Querbalken auf dem Teststreifen - ihr Einberufungsbefehl."
Eine grausliche Metapher.
Besonders problematisch sehe ich die verharmlosende Darstellung der UPA im Zweiten Weltkrieg. Ihre Beteiligung an den wird ausgeblendet. Immerhin wurden 1943 mehrere Hunderttausend, ganze D枚rfer inklusive Frauen und Kinder, auf bestialische Weise hingemetzelt oder vertrieben. Das hat ganz klar mit T盲terschaft zu tun und keine Opfererz盲hlung kann das rechtfertigen, schon gar nicht die Bilder aus Golgatha. Es werden zwar kurz brennende H枚fe polnischer Kolonisten erw盲hnt, das ist aber schon alles. Sabuschko ist promovierte Historikerin und man darf annehmen, dass ihr diese Trag枚die bekannt ist. So wie die Verbrechen der Nazis, der Sowjets, Stalins, Putins und all ihrer Helfershelfer klar benannt werden m眉ssen, w盲re es eine Sache der Redlichkeit, auch die eigenen Verbrechen einzugestehen und daf眉r die Verantwortung zu 眉bernehmen.
Ich habe auch wenig Verst盲ndnis, dass die Autorin Tolstoi und Dostojewski f眉r das Massaker in Butscha verantwortlich macht, wie . Sie verteufelt darin die gesamte russische Kultur, spricht ihr den europ盲ischen Geist ab und ventiliert zugleich Verschw枚rungstheorien 眉ber Sartre und Hemingway. Das hat mit dem Roman zwar nicht direkt zu tun, es hat aber meine kritische Sicht best盲rkt.
So bleibt in Summe ein sehr ambivalenter Eindruck f眉r ein literarisch meisterliches aber ideologisch fragw眉rdiges Werk.
September 30, 2024
袨写薪芯蟹薪邪褔薪芯 胁邪褉褌芯 斜褍谢芯 锌褉芯褔懈褌邪褌懈!
January 9, 2014
Very complex, long and slow novel. But definitely a rewarding experience if you would dive into it. It is written in my favourite narrative way - the the stream of consciousness, mainly by the main heroin and her boyfriend. But besides it has got a plot as well. The narrative takes place in two time periods: WW II and its aftermath in Western Ukraine, and before the Orange revolution in Kiev. Two lines are constantly intervene which creates the third dimension of the novel.
It feels that the novel is written by a philosopher who is desperately trying to understand the history and destiny of her own Land. The language is sincere and very imaginative. I did not like initially the main heroin but slowly she has grown on me with all her honesty, courage and vulnerabilities.
Although I started to read in English quite soon I switched to the original. It is my first book in Ukrainian since I finished school many-many years ago. But i really enjoyed the language. So if you have an ability to read in Ukrainian you might as well do it. However I thought the English translation is quite good actually as it renders the original quite truthfully when it is possible.
Only one thing i did not like - the book is a bit biased against the Russians. There is no single character there who is the Russian and not KGB agent or oligarch. Everything bad seems to be coming from the East as if Ukrainians themselves were just passive victims through out. It feels a bit one-sided. However i can understand the anger which seems to be a partial motivation for the novel. The good thing - by far this is not the most deep and meaningful theme of the book.
It touches a lot of much more eternal ideas of love, friendship, death, metaphysics of the time, what is history, interconnectedness of everyone and everything and the role of 6th sense.
I really would recommend this book if you can cope with the volume and the style of the narrative.
A few quotes:
"I have come to think that a person's life is not so much, or rather is not just, the dramatically arched story with a handful of characters (parents, children, lovers, friends, and colleagues - anyone else?) that we pass on more or less in one piece to our descendants. It's only from the outside that life looks like a narrative, or when viewed backwards through a pair of mental binoculars we put on when we have to fit ourselves into the small oculars or resumes, late night kitchen confessions, and home-spun myths, trimming and shaping life into orderly eyefuls. When seen from the inside, life is an enormous, bottomless suitcase, stuffed with precisely such indeterminate bits and pieces, utterly useless for anyone other that its owner. A suitcase carried, irredeemably and forever鈥� Maybe a handful of odds and ends fall out along the way and remain to roy in the minds of witnesses, so whenever I stumbled into one of those lost, disowned scraps I was filled with a vague bit insistent shame of my inadequacy, as if this piece, this accidental survivor, contained the key - the lost secret code to the deep, subterranean core of the other person's life - and now I have it but don't know which door it unlocks or if such a door even exists."
"Taking cruelly for strength is the most common mistake of youth."
"This is the reason people have children, darts through my mind, with them, you live through all this one more time, and nothing can replace it!"
4.5 stars
It feels that the novel is written by a philosopher who is desperately trying to understand the history and destiny of her own Land. The language is sincere and very imaginative. I did not like initially the main heroin but slowly she has grown on me with all her honesty, courage and vulnerabilities.
Although I started to read in English quite soon I switched to the original. It is my first book in Ukrainian since I finished school many-many years ago. But i really enjoyed the language. So if you have an ability to read in Ukrainian you might as well do it. However I thought the English translation is quite good actually as it renders the original quite truthfully when it is possible.
Only one thing i did not like - the book is a bit biased against the Russians. There is no single character there who is the Russian and not KGB agent or oligarch. Everything bad seems to be coming from the East as if Ukrainians themselves were just passive victims through out. It feels a bit one-sided. However i can understand the anger which seems to be a partial motivation for the novel. The good thing - by far this is not the most deep and meaningful theme of the book.
It touches a lot of much more eternal ideas of love, friendship, death, metaphysics of the time, what is history, interconnectedness of everyone and everything and the role of 6th sense.
I really would recommend this book if you can cope with the volume and the style of the narrative.
A few quotes:
"I have come to think that a person's life is not so much, or rather is not just, the dramatically arched story with a handful of characters (parents, children, lovers, friends, and colleagues - anyone else?) that we pass on more or less in one piece to our descendants. It's only from the outside that life looks like a narrative, or when viewed backwards through a pair of mental binoculars we put on when we have to fit ourselves into the small oculars or resumes, late night kitchen confessions, and home-spun myths, trimming and shaping life into orderly eyefuls. When seen from the inside, life is an enormous, bottomless suitcase, stuffed with precisely such indeterminate bits and pieces, utterly useless for anyone other that its owner. A suitcase carried, irredeemably and forever鈥� Maybe a handful of odds and ends fall out along the way and remain to roy in the minds of witnesses, so whenever I stumbled into one of those lost, disowned scraps I was filled with a vague bit insistent shame of my inadequacy, as if this piece, this accidental survivor, contained the key - the lost secret code to the deep, subterranean core of the other person's life - and now I have it but don't know which door it unlocks or if such a door even exists."
"Taking cruelly for strength is the most common mistake of youth."
"This is the reason people have children, darts through my mind, with them, you live through all this one more time, and nothing can replace it!"
4.5 stars
September 5, 2017
This is one of the most beautiful, lyrical and thought provoking books I have ever read. For me it was an "epic" novel. The setting is Ukraine from the 30's to the 90's, including all the war, political repression, upheaval and change that occurred during those times. Of course there are a couple of wonderful love stories and families that prove to be move connected than originally one might think. There are past topics such as archives retained or removed by the KGB. There are current topics such as journalism and the how different people respond to losing their job or career path. This is a woman's book. Although the story comes from both the main character, who is a woman, and from her lover - the overwhelming perspective on life is that of a woman. But in addition to giving us a great story, Ms. Zabuzhko gives us a piece of art in her writing. She is also a poet, and her poetic ability is clearly visible. However, she mixes in slang and coarse words in a manner that is very real and human. Now that I have gushed about this novel, I do have to give it a large caveat for most readers. It is very long, and the descriptions go off track (wonderfully so, I thought) very often. Because of that it is not for everyone. But if you have an interest in Ukraine (including its Soviet period) and you like a long, complicated well written novel, I highly recommend this one.
September 24, 2022
袘械蟹蟹邪锌械褉械褔薪芯 薪邪泄泻褉邪褖邪 泻薪懈谐邪, 褖芯 褔懈褌邪谢邪 蟹邪 写褍卸械 写芯胁谐懈泄 褔邪褋.
孝邪泻邪, 锌褨褋谢褟 褟泻芯褩 蟹屑褨薪褞褦褌褜褋褟 褋褌懈谢褜 胁 锌懈褋褜屑褨, 褨 褋薪褨褌褜褋褟 褋薪懈 蟹 谐芯谢芯邪薪懈屑懈 谐械褉芯褟屑懈, 褨 蟹邪锌懈褌邪薪褜 蟹邪谢懈褕邪褦褌褜褋褟 褌邪泻 斜邪谐邪褌芯, 褖芯 薪械 胁褨写褋褌褍锌懈褌懈褋褜.
袩褉械泻褉邪褋薪邪 褉芯斜芯褌邪 写谢褟 褔懈褌邪薪薪褟, 芯斜谐芯胁芯褉械薪薪褟 胁 泻薪懈卸泻芯胁芯屑褍 泻谢褍斜褨 褌邪 褉械泻芯屑械薪写邪褑褨褩 蟹邪泻芯褉写芯薪薪懈屑 写褉褍蟹褟屑, 褟泻褨 褏芯褔褍褌褜 芦褖芯褋褜 锌褉芯 校泻褉邪褩薪褍禄. 袧褨褔芯谐芯 褔械褋薪褨褕芯谐芯 褨 芯谐芯谢械薪褨褕芯谐芯 褟 薪械 褔懈褌邪谢邪.
袧邪锌懈褕褍 蟹屑褨褋褌芯胁薪褨褕懈泄 胁褨写谐褍泻 锌褨褋谢褟 锌褨写谐芯褌芯胁泻懈 写芯 泻薪懈卸泻芯胁芯谐芯 泻谢褍斜褍, 邪 锌芯泻懈 锌懈褌邪薪薪褟 芯写薪械: 褔懈屑 褑褞 褋锌褉邪谐褍 褌械锌械褉 谐邪褋懈褌懈? 些芯 褔懈褌邪褌懈 写邪谢褨?
孝邪泻邪, 锌褨褋谢褟 褟泻芯褩 蟹屑褨薪褞褦褌褜褋褟 褋褌懈谢褜 胁 锌懈褋褜屑褨, 褨 褋薪褨褌褜褋褟 褋薪懈 蟹 谐芯谢芯邪薪懈屑懈 谐械褉芯褟屑懈, 褨 蟹邪锌懈褌邪薪褜 蟹邪谢懈褕邪褦褌褜褋褟 褌邪泻 斜邪谐邪褌芯, 褖芯 薪械 胁褨写褋褌褍锌懈褌懈褋褜.
袩褉械泻褉邪褋薪邪 褉芯斜芯褌邪 写谢褟 褔懈褌邪薪薪褟, 芯斜谐芯胁芯褉械薪薪褟 胁 泻薪懈卸泻芯胁芯屑褍 泻谢褍斜褨 褌邪 褉械泻芯屑械薪写邪褑褨褩 蟹邪泻芯褉写芯薪薪懈屑 写褉褍蟹褟屑, 褟泻褨 褏芯褔褍褌褜 芦褖芯褋褜 锌褉芯 校泻褉邪褩薪褍禄. 袧褨褔芯谐芯 褔械褋薪褨褕芯谐芯 褨 芯谐芯谢械薪褨褕芯谐芯 褟 薪械 褔懈褌邪谢邪.
袧邪锌懈褕褍 蟹屑褨褋褌芯胁薪褨褕懈泄 胁褨写谐褍泻 锌褨褋谢褟 锌褨写谐芯褌芯胁泻懈 写芯 泻薪懈卸泻芯胁芯谐芯 泻谢褍斜褍, 邪 锌芯泻懈 锌懈褌邪薪薪褟 芯写薪械: 褔懈屑 褑褞 褋锌褉邪谐褍 褌械锌械褉 谐邪褋懈褌懈? 些芯 褔懈褌邪褌懈 写邪谢褨?
December 6, 2022
芦袦褍蟹械泄 锌芯泻懈薪褍褌懈褏 褋械泻褉械褌褨胁禄 写邪胁 屑械薪褨 褌械, 褖芯 褟 胁卸械 写邪胁薪芯 褏芯褌褨谢邪 胁褨写薪邪泄褌懈 胁 褍泻褉邪褩薪褋褜泻褨泄 谢褨褌械褉邪褌褍褉褨. 笑械 褉芯屑邪薪 泻褍写懈 屑芯卸薪邪 锌褉懈褏芯写懈褌懈 褟泻 胁 写褨屑, 褨 薪邪锌芯胁薪褞胁邪褌懈 褋械薪褋邪屑懈 褋胁芯褦 屑懈薪褍谢械 褨 褋褜芯谐芯写械薪薪褟. 袙褨写褔褍胁邪褞 褖芯 斜褍写褍 锌芯胁械褉褌邪褌懈褋褟 写芯 薪褜芯谐芯 蟹薪芯胁褍.
袩械胁薪邪 褉褨褔, 褟泻 褨 斜邪谐邪褌褜芯褏 屑械薪械 胁褨写谢褟泻褍胁邪胁 芯斜'褦屑 褉芯屑邪薪褍. 袗谢械 蟹邪胁写褟泻懈 泻薪懈卸泻芯胁芯屑褍 泻谢褍斜褍 The Ukrainians 褨 锌芯写泻邪褋褌褍 袘芯谐写邪薪懈 袧械斜芯褉邪泻 褌邪 袗薪邪褋褌邪褋褨褩 袆胁写芯泻懈屑芯胁芯褩 胁褋械-褌邪泻懈 蟹胁邪卸懈谢邪褋褜 锌褨写褋褌褍锌懈褌懈褋褜 褌邪 邪薪褨褌褉芯褏懈 薪械 卸邪谢泻褍褞!
袩械胁薪邪 褉褨褔, 褟泻 褨 斜邪谐邪褌褜芯褏 屑械薪械 胁褨写谢褟泻褍胁邪胁 芯斜'褦屑 褉芯屑邪薪褍. 袗谢械 蟹邪胁写褟泻懈 泻薪懈卸泻芯胁芯屑褍 泻谢褍斜褍 The Ukrainians 褨 锌芯写泻邪褋褌褍 袘芯谐写邪薪懈 袧械斜芯褉邪泻 褌邪 袗薪邪褋褌邪褋褨褩 袆胁写芯泻懈屑芯胁芯褩 胁褋械-褌邪泻懈 蟹胁邪卸懈谢邪褋褜 锌褨写褋褌褍锌懈褌懈褋褜 褌邪 邪薪褨褌褉芯褏懈 薪械 卸邪谢泻褍褞!
April 26, 2025
袛褍卸械 写芯 胁锌芯写芯斜懈 芯褑械 袟邪斜褍卸泻褨胁褋褜泻械 薪邪屑邪褑褍胁邪薪薪褟 褌泻邪薪懈薪懈 锌褉芯褋褌芯褉褍, 褔邪褋褍, 泻褍谢褜褌褍褉薪懈褏 锌谢邪褋褌褨胁. 袩芯泻褉芯泻芯胁芯, 写械褌邪谢褜薪芯, 胁芯薪邪 薪邪褔械 褋谢褨锌懈泄 泻褨薪褔懈泻邪屑懈 锌邪谢褜褑褨胁 胁芯写懈褌褜 锌芯 锌芯胁械褉褏薪褨 褨褋褌芯褉褨褩 褨 锌械褉械锌芯胁褨写邪褦 褌械, 褖芯 胁褨写褔褍谢邪 薪邪胁锌芯屑邪褑泻懈.
袧械 写褍卸械 褨屑锌芯薪褍胁邪胁 褔邪褋褌懈泄 锌芯胁褔邪谢褜薪懈泄 褌芯薪 -- 薪邪 泻褕褌邪谢褌 "薪褨褏褌芯 褑褜芯谐芯 薪械 写芯褋谢褨写懈胁, 邪 写邪胁薪芯 屑邪胁斜懈", "薪褨褏褌芯 锌褉芯 褑械 胁 屑械写褨褟褏 薪械 锌懈褕械, 邪 锌芯胁懈薪薪褨 斜懈". 啸芯褔邪 褉芯蟹褍屑褨褞 泄芯谐芯.
袧械 写褍卸械 褨屑锌芯薪褍胁邪胁 褔邪褋褌懈泄 锌芯胁褔邪谢褜薪懈泄 褌芯薪 -- 薪邪 泻褕褌邪谢褌 "薪褨褏褌芯 褑褜芯谐芯 薪械 写芯褋谢褨写懈胁, 邪 写邪胁薪芯 屑邪胁斜懈", "薪褨褏褌芯 锌褉芯 褑械 胁 屑械写褨褟褏 薪械 锌懈褕械, 邪 锌芯胁懈薪薪褨 斜懈". 啸芯褔邪 褉芯蟹褍屑褨褞 泄芯谐芯.
June 7, 2017
芦袦褍蟹械泄 锌芯泻懈薪褍褌懈褏 褋械泻褉械褌褨胁禄 鈭� 褑械 锌械褉褋芯薪邪谢褜薪懈泄 袟邪斜褍卸褔懈薪 卸邪薪褉, 褟泻懈泄 薪械屑芯卸谢懈胁芯 蟹胁械褋褌懈 写芯 写褨邪谢芯谐褍 蟹 锌芯锌械褉械写薪懈泻邪屑懈 泄 褋褍褔邪褋薪懈泻邪屑懈, 胁芯褔械胁懈写褜 褌芯屑褍, 褖芯 胁褨薪 褦 褨薪褕懈屑 (邪 芯褌卸械 薪芯胁懈屑?) 褋谢芯胁芯屑 胁 褦胁褉芯锌械泄褋褜泻褨泄 谢褨褌械褉邪褌褍褉褨. 袣薪懈谐邪 屑械薪械 褌邪泻 蟹邪褏芯锌懈谢邪, 褖芯 芯谐谢褟写 薪邪 薪械褩 褟 谐芯褌褍胁邪胁 斜褨谢褜褕械 薪褨卸 2 屑褨褋褟褑褨, 褨 胁褨薪 褋褌邪胁 薪邪泄写芯胁褕懈屑 蟹 褍褋褨褏 屑芯褩褏 胁褨写械芯.
March 22, 2017
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July 12, 2018
I finished this last year and am astonished I never wrote a review---likely I was merely too limp with awe to take action. I started the book the week Russia invaded Ukraine (again). I wanted to know more about Ukraine, particularly from a woman's P.O.V. In its pages I found stunning, poetic, evocative language (some light as lace, some as harrowing as a prowling animal). This book is the outcome of translation and that translator (Nina Shevchuk-Murray) deserves awards IMHO. (BTW I've read a review elsewhere that decried the translation as poor; perhaps that reviewer suffered over a blunting of unrealistic expectations.) During my read I made side excursions into Google Maps to view some of the villages and streets named in the book (distances and such), and also read some additional short pieces for added historical perspective. I did in fact come away with a far better understanding of Ukraine and the national reaction to recent Russian interventions (and of the Holodomor, of which I had been embarrassingly unaware). Even without the added effort, though, it's a good read and I recommend it.
July 8, 2023
袛芯褋懈褌褜 褋泻谢邪写薪芯 锌褨写褋褌褍锌懈褌懈褋褟 写芯 胁褨写谐褍泻褍 薪邪 褑械泄 褉芯屑邪薪.
携 写芯胁谐芯 薪械 屑芯谐谢邪 薪邪胁邪卸懈褌懈褋褜 泄芯谐芯 锌褉芯褔懈褌邪褌懈. 袦械薪褨 蟹写邪胁邪谢芯褋褟, 褖芯 褑械 褌邪 芦胁懈褋芯泻邪 锌芯谢懈褑褟禄, 写芯 褟泻芯褩 屑械薪褨 写邪谢械泻芯 褨 褟 薪褨褔芯谐芯 锌褉芯褋褌芯 薪械 蟹褉芯蟹褍屑褨褞.
袩械褉褕褨 褋褌芯褉褨薪泻懈 写邪胁邪谢懈褋褟 写褨泄褋薪芯 褋泻谢邪写薪芯. 孝褍褌 褋锌褉邪胁写褨 褉械褔械薪薪褟 锌褉芯褋褌褟谐邪褞褌褜褋褟 薪邪 褑褨谢懈泄 邪褉泻褍褕. 袧褨斜懈 褔懈褌邪褦褕 褔懈泄褋褜 锌芯褌褨泻 褋胁褨写芯屑芯褋褌褨. 袛褍屑泻邪 屑芯谐谢邪 褉芯蟹锌芯褔邪褌懈褋褟 胁 芯写薪芯屑褍 屑褨褋褑褨, 邪 蟹邪泻褨薪褔懈褌懈褋褟 蟹芯胁褋褨屑 胁 褨薪褕芯屑褍.
袗谢械 蟹谐芯写芯屑 褟 蟹胁懈泻谢邪, 胁褌褟谐薪褍谢邪褋褟 褌邪 屑械薪褨 褋褌邪谢芯 锌芯写芯斜邪褌懈褋褜 胁褋械, 褖芯 胁褨写斜褍胁邪褦褌褜褋褟 薪邪 褋褌芯褉褨薪泻邪褏.
效懈褌邪谢邪 写芯胁谐芯 (屑邪泄卸械 褌褉懈 屑褨褋褟褑褨) 褌邪 写芯蟹芯胁邪薪芯. 袛谢褟 屑械薪械 褑械 薪械 斜褍胁 褌芯泄 胁懈锌邪写芯泻, 泻芯谢懈 锌芯褉懈薪邪褦褕 蟹 谐芯谢芯胁芯褞 褨 薪械 胁褨写锌褍褋泻邪褦褕 泻薪懈谐褍 锌芯泻懈 薪械 写芯褔懈褌邪褦褕. 袗谢械 锌褉懈褋褍褌薪褨褋褌褜 褑褜芯谐芯 褉芯屑邪薪褍 胁 屑芯褦屑褍 卸懈褌褌褨 褋褌邪谢邪 薪褨斜懈 褉褍褌懈薪芯褞. 携 蟹胁懈泻谢邪褋褟 写芯 薪褜芯谐芯 蟹邪 胁械褋褜 褔邪褋 褌邪 薪褨斜懈 胁卸械 蟹薪邪谢邪 谐芯谢芯胁薪懈褏 谐械褉芯褩胁 薪邪褋锌褉邪胁写褨.
袛谢褟 屑械薪械 褑械 斜褍胁 泻褉褍褌懈泄 褔懈褌邪褑褜泻懈泄 写芯褋胁褨写. 袨斜芯胁鈥櫻徯沸盒拘残� 蟹邪谢懈褕褍 泻薪懈谐褍 褍 褋械斜械 薪邪 锌芯谢懈褑褨 褌邪 锌芯胁械褉薪褍褋褟 写芯 薪械褩 蟹邪 泻褨谢褜泻邪 褉芯泻褨胁.
袧邪胁屑懈褋薪械 薪械 锌懈褕褍 锌褉芯 褖芯 褉芯屑邪薪. 袘芯 褋邪屑邪 薪械 蟹薪邪谢邪 褨 锌褨写 褔邪褋 锌褉芯褑械褋褍 褔懈褌邪薪薪褟 褋泻谢邪写邪谢邪 薪褨斜懈 褟泻 械谢械屑械薪褌懈 屑芯蟹邪褩泻懈, 褟泻邪 锌褨写 泻褨薪械褑褜 锌芯胁褋褌邪谢邪 胁 褍褋褨泄 褋胁芯褩泄 泻褉邪褋褨.
携 写芯胁谐芯 薪械 屑芯谐谢邪 薪邪胁邪卸懈褌懈褋褜 泄芯谐芯 锌褉芯褔懈褌邪褌懈. 袦械薪褨 蟹写邪胁邪谢芯褋褟, 褖芯 褑械 褌邪 芦胁懈褋芯泻邪 锌芯谢懈褑褟禄, 写芯 褟泻芯褩 屑械薪褨 写邪谢械泻芯 褨 褟 薪褨褔芯谐芯 锌褉芯褋褌芯 薪械 蟹褉芯蟹褍屑褨褞.
袩械褉褕褨 褋褌芯褉褨薪泻懈 写邪胁邪谢懈褋褟 写褨泄褋薪芯 褋泻谢邪写薪芯. 孝褍褌 褋锌褉邪胁写褨 褉械褔械薪薪褟 锌褉芯褋褌褟谐邪褞褌褜褋褟 薪邪 褑褨谢懈泄 邪褉泻褍褕. 袧褨斜懈 褔懈褌邪褦褕 褔懈泄褋褜 锌芯褌褨泻 褋胁褨写芯屑芯褋褌褨. 袛褍屑泻邪 屑芯谐谢邪 褉芯蟹锌芯褔邪褌懈褋褟 胁 芯写薪芯屑褍 屑褨褋褑褨, 邪 蟹邪泻褨薪褔懈褌懈褋褟 蟹芯胁褋褨屑 胁 褨薪褕芯屑褍.
袗谢械 蟹谐芯写芯屑 褟 蟹胁懈泻谢邪, 胁褌褟谐薪褍谢邪褋褟 褌邪 屑械薪褨 褋褌邪谢芯 锌芯写芯斜邪褌懈褋褜 胁褋械, 褖芯 胁褨写斜褍胁邪褦褌褜褋褟 薪邪 褋褌芯褉褨薪泻邪褏.
效懈褌邪谢邪 写芯胁谐芯 (屑邪泄卸械 褌褉懈 屑褨褋褟褑褨) 褌邪 写芯蟹芯胁邪薪芯. 袛谢褟 屑械薪械 褑械 薪械 斜褍胁 褌芯泄 胁懈锌邪写芯泻, 泻芯谢懈 锌芯褉懈薪邪褦褕 蟹 谐芯谢芯胁芯褞 褨 薪械 胁褨写锌褍褋泻邪褦褕 泻薪懈谐褍 锌芯泻懈 薪械 写芯褔懈褌邪褦褕. 袗谢械 锌褉懈褋褍褌薪褨褋褌褜 褑褜芯谐芯 褉芯屑邪薪褍 胁 屑芯褦屑褍 卸懈褌褌褨 褋褌邪谢邪 薪褨斜懈 褉褍褌懈薪芯褞. 携 蟹胁懈泻谢邪褋褟 写芯 薪褜芯谐芯 蟹邪 胁械褋褜 褔邪褋 褌邪 薪褨斜懈 胁卸械 蟹薪邪谢邪 谐芯谢芯胁薪懈褏 谐械褉芯褩胁 薪邪褋锌褉邪胁写褨.
袛谢褟 屑械薪械 褑械 斜褍胁 泻褉褍褌懈泄 褔懈褌邪褑褜泻懈泄 写芯褋胁褨写. 袨斜芯胁鈥櫻徯沸盒拘残� 蟹邪谢懈褕褍 泻薪懈谐褍 褍 褋械斜械 薪邪 锌芯谢懈褑褨 褌邪 锌芯胁械褉薪褍褋褟 写芯 薪械褩 蟹邪 泻褨谢褜泻邪 褉芯泻褨胁.
袧邪胁屑懈褋薪械 薪械 锌懈褕褍 锌褉芯 褖芯 褉芯屑邪薪. 袘芯 褋邪屑邪 薪械 蟹薪邪谢邪 褨 锌褨写 褔邪褋 锌褉芯褑械褋褍 褔懈褌邪薪薪褟 褋泻谢邪写邪谢邪 薪褨斜懈 褟泻 械谢械屑械薪褌懈 屑芯蟹邪褩泻懈, 褟泻邪 锌褨写 泻褨薪械褑褜 锌芯胁褋褌邪谢邪 胁 褍褋褨泄 褋胁芯褩泄 泻褉邪褋褨.
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June 18, 2023This is now one of my UNFINISHED books. I got to page 242 without funding a toe hold to orient me to plot, character, or even place / setting. I have never read a Russian or Ukrainian novel before. This one seemed far-ranging, disjointed, lyrical, and philosophical. I felt as though I was walking through various dreamscapes. It was in many place very beautiful, but I just couldn't get the clarity I needed in order to stay invested.
August 3, 2013
Wow! Shades of James Joyce's "Ulysses." My paternal grandmother was from the Ukraine so I already felt a connection with the space part of the continuum (and did it continue!). Devastatingly sad, hysterically funny, almost always lyrically written, the reader will need to devote lots of time and attention while reading. Definitely an immersive experience...
February 24, 2021
褑械 屑芯褟 写褉褍谐邪 褋锌褉芯斜邪, 褨 褑褜芯谐芯 褉邪蟹褍 袨泻褋邪薪邪 袟邪斜褍卸泻芯 屑械薪褕械 谢褟泻邪褦 褋胁芯褦褞 屑邪褋褕褌邪斜薪褨褋褌褞. 褦 卸褍褉薪邪谢褨褋褌泻邪, 褦 褩褩 褔芯谢芯胁褨泻 褨 褦 泄芯谐芯 褉芯写懈褔褨, 褟泻褨 斜褍谢懈 胁 校袩袗. 褦 褩褏薪褨 褨褋褌芯褉褨褩, 褖芯 锌械褉械褌懈薪邪褞褌褜褋褟 褍 褋锌褨谢褜薪懈褏 褋薪邪褏. 写邪谢褨 鈥� 锌褉芯褋褌芯 褉芯斜芯褌邪 蟹 泻芯薪褌械泻褋褌邪屑懈 薪邪褕懈褏 薪褍谢褜芯胁懈褏, 屑邪泄褋褌械褉薪械 蟹邪屑褨褕褍胁邪薪薪褟 褑褜芯谐芯 胁 芯写薪械 褌邪 褋邪褌懈褉邪 薪邪 胁褋褨褏.
邪 褖械 泻芯卸薪芯谐芯 褉邪蟹褍, 泻芯谢懈 褟 褔懈褌邪褞 袟邪斜褍卸泻芯, 褉邪写褨褞, 褖芯 胁褋械 褌褉芯褕械褔泻懈 泻褉邪褖械, 薪褨卸 胁芯薪邪 锌褉芯褉芯泻褍褦
邪 褖械 泻芯卸薪芯谐芯 褉邪蟹褍, 泻芯谢懈 褟 褔懈褌邪褞 袟邪斜褍卸泻芯, 褉邪写褨褞, 褖芯 胁褋械 褌褉芯褕械褔泻懈 泻褉邪褖械, 薪褨卸 胁芯薪邪 锌褉芯褉芯泻褍褦
January 15, 2021
携 褔懈褌邪胁 褑械泄 褉芯屑邪薪 写芯胁谐芯 - 2 屑褨褋褟褑褨 蟹 锌械褉械褉胁邪屑懈. 袗谢械 锌褉懈 褑褜芯屑褍 胁褨薪 胁懈写邪胁褋褟 写褍卸械 蟹邪褏芯锌谢懈胁懈屑. 袨褌卸械, 斜褍写褍 锌械褉械褔懈褌褍胁邪褌懈 泻芯卸薪褨 写械泻褨谢褜泻邪 褉芯泻褨胁. 5 蟹 锌谢褞褋芯屑!
June 7, 2014
This sprawling novel takes place in modern-day Ukraine (2003) and in the Ukraine of 60 years ago. The plot hinges on the friendship between two women in modern Ukraine: a journalist who hosts a popular TV interview program, and a respected artist who is killed in a freak car accident. Their story develops with a parallel story about a woman freedom fighter during WWII, about whom the journalist is trying to make a documentary. The novel is a bit challenging to read 鈥� the plot swirls around in time and place (some of it taking place in dreams) 鈥� but well worth it for the revelations about life in Ukraine, explorations about how people absorb or fail to absorb seismic political and cultural shifts in one lifetime, and wise observations about human nature and friendship among women.
January 4, 2023
袣薪懈谐邪 写械褋褟褌懈谢褨褌褌褟 写谢褟 屑械薪械. 袧邪胁褉褟写 屑械薪械 泻芯谢懈褋褜 褌邪泻 蟹邪褏芯锌谢褞胁邪胁 褉芯屑邪薪 褨蟹 胁械谢懈褔械蟹薪芯褞 泻褨谢褜泻褨褋褌褞 褉芯蟹褍屑褍胁邪薪褜 谐械褉芯褩胁 褨 邪胁褌芯褉泻懈. 袛谢褟 褋械斜械 卸邪薪褉 褟 胁懈蟹薪邪褔懈胁 褟泻 谐芯褋褌褉芯褋褞卸械褌薪懈泄 褨薪褌械谢械泻褌褍邪谢褜薪懈泄 褉芯屑邪薪.
袪芯屑邪薪 蟹邪锌褉芯褕褍褦 薪邪褋 褍 锌芯写芯褉芯卸 蟹邪泻邪锌械谢泻邪屑懈 泻芯谢械泻褌懈胁薪芯褩 锌邪屑'褟褌褨 褨 泻芯谢械泻褌懈胁薪芯谐芯 蟹邪斜褍褌褌褟. 袩芯写芯褉芯卸褍褞褔懈 褔械褉械蟹 写褉褍谐褍 褋胁褨褌芯胁褍 胁褨泄薪褍, 褍泻褉邪褩薪褋褜泻懈泄 褋锌褉芯褌懈胁 褉邪写褟薪褋褜泻褨泄 芯泻褍锌邪褑褨褩 褋芯褉芯泻芯胁懈褏-锌'褟褌写械褋褟褌懈褏 褉芯泻褨胁, 褔邪褋懈 蟹邪褋褌芯褞 褨蟹 袣袛袘褨褋褌褋褜泻懈屑 薪邪谐谢褟写芯屑 蟹邪 胁褋褨屑邪, 褔械褉械蟹 褉械胁芯谢褞褑褨褞 薪邪 谐褉邪薪褨褌褨 邪卸 写芯 蟹邪褉芯写泻褍 锌芯屑邪褉邪薪褔械胁芯褩 褉械胁芯谢褞褑褨褩. 袩褨褋谢褟 锌褉芯褔懈褌邪薪薪褟 褏芯褔械褌褜褋褟 斜褨谢褜褕械 蟹邪薪褍褉懈褌懈褋褜 褍 褌邪泻懈泄 褋邪屑懈泄 屑褍蟹械泄 褋胁芯褦褩 褉芯写懈薪懈, 褖芯斜 蟹斜械褉械谐褌懈 褨 锌械褉械写邪褌懈 锌邪屑'褟褌褜 褟泻 褍褉芯泻懈 屑邪泄斜褍褌薪褨屑 锌芯泻芯谢褨薪薪褟屑, 斜芯 2022 褉褨泻 锌芯泻邪蟹邪胁, 褖芯 屑懈 褩褏 锌芯谐邪薪芯 胁懈胁褔懈谢懈.
袉 褟泻 斜芯薪褍褋 芯褌褉懈屑褍褦褌械 薪邪泄泻褉邪褖褨 芯锌懈褋邪薪薪褟 褋械泻褋褍邪谢褜薪懈褏 褋褑械薪, 褟泻褨 屑械薪褨 褌褉邪锌谢褟谢懈褋褜 褍 褋褍褔邪褋薪褨泄 褍泻褉邪褩薪褋褜泻褨泄 谢褨褌械褉邪褌褍褉褨.
袪芯屑邪薪 蟹邪锌褉芯褕褍褦 薪邪褋 褍 锌芯写芯褉芯卸 蟹邪泻邪锌械谢泻邪屑懈 泻芯谢械泻褌懈胁薪芯褩 锌邪屑'褟褌褨 褨 泻芯谢械泻褌懈胁薪芯谐芯 蟹邪斜褍褌褌褟. 袩芯写芯褉芯卸褍褞褔懈 褔械褉械蟹 写褉褍谐褍 褋胁褨褌芯胁褍 胁褨泄薪褍, 褍泻褉邪褩薪褋褜泻懈泄 褋锌褉芯褌懈胁 褉邪写褟薪褋褜泻褨泄 芯泻褍锌邪褑褨褩 褋芯褉芯泻芯胁懈褏-锌'褟褌写械褋褟褌懈褏 褉芯泻褨胁, 褔邪褋懈 蟹邪褋褌芯褞 褨蟹 袣袛袘褨褋褌褋褜泻懈屑 薪邪谐谢褟写芯屑 蟹邪 胁褋褨屑邪, 褔械褉械蟹 褉械胁芯谢褞褑褨褞 薪邪 谐褉邪薪褨褌褨 邪卸 写芯 蟹邪褉芯写泻褍 锌芯屑邪褉邪薪褔械胁芯褩 褉械胁芯谢褞褑褨褩. 袩褨褋谢褟 锌褉芯褔懈褌邪薪薪褟 褏芯褔械褌褜褋褟 斜褨谢褜褕械 蟹邪薪褍褉懈褌懈褋褜 褍 褌邪泻懈泄 褋邪屑懈泄 屑褍蟹械泄 褋胁芯褦褩 褉芯写懈薪懈, 褖芯斜 蟹斜械褉械谐褌懈 褨 锌械褉械写邪褌懈 锌邪屑'褟褌褜 褟泻 褍褉芯泻懈 屑邪泄斜褍褌薪褨屑 锌芯泻芯谢褨薪薪褟屑, 斜芯 2022 褉褨泻 锌芯泻邪蟹邪胁, 褖芯 屑懈 褩褏 锌芯谐邪薪芯 胁懈胁褔懈谢懈.
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