170 years of Hristo Botev - an exhibition at the Danov school

от: 2017-12-15 12:00    до: 2018-01-30 12:00



ADDRESSED EVERYONE, BECAUSE HE IS THE DUKE - NOT OF A PARTY, BUT OF BULGARIA

We have read that there are peoples of God.

We have heard of blessed nations.

We know rich nations.

And ours is happy - there is a prophet.

He feared that the slave, waiting to be shown the enemies of his moral and political liberation, to see help in his centuries-old instinctive struggle against them, saw only the dust in his eyes, enlarged in a cube and a square, and the forests that weighed on. his shoulders and hold his breath, marked with dots.

 

He knew we had to come together, think, think and work. And if so far there has been a hand to repel us or stop the blows, it will be too short to cover our mouths and interrupt the word.

He insisted: take a look at the history of the Bulgarian kingdom from Boris even before its fall to the Turks and you will see that everything historical and political passed on to our people was almost purely Byzantine and only kings, boyars and clergymen lived in it, and he himself has always been separated by a deep public morality from debauchery and his government, which debauchery along with Christianity have inserted into the uppermost part of the people. 

And there were no illusions in the path that followed, because he had foreseen that more than once the people showed the firm will of their character with revolts against their kings, against their clergy, as in the time of Bogomil and Samuel, but all this happened only when power or as if violence had touched his house, in which he had always been morally free, his family, his notions of honor - in a word: his deep social life, which distinguishes the Slavic peoples in general and in particular - our people.

That is why he said: Separated, as we have said, morally from his government, the people have many times left him alone to fight Byzantium, only to turn a blind eye to the throne; so that here were the main reasons why the Greeks could conquer Bulgaria in time, and the barbaric Turkish hordes could completely destroy it and thus step on the neck of our people with a firm foot.

He believed that Christianity had its martyrs, until it called the slave "son of God, son of man", there was the revolution to "make the wanderer a citizen", there would be socialism, which wants to make man more than a son of God and a citizen - not an ideal, but the same man, and from him to rise the city, not the city.

He joked (Was he joking ?!) that while in France you have to be a cattleman precisely so that you are not condemned like the Pool, you are not slapped like Gambetta and you are not crushed by some revolutionary cars; in England you must be Rothschild precisely to chase bread from morning to evening, and to catch stones, water, and a police whip; in Russia you have to be a beggar precisely in order to be given to science, to be given money and comas, and then, by throwing a horse bag from your neck, i.e. if you are obese both morally and mentally, then to win a chair in a high school, a service in the army or a hot spot in the secret police, then in our opinion you have to be a spy: 1. To become an official in the Ministry of Education, a censor of Bulgarian books and effendi among soap makers; 2) to have money in your pocket, honor in the exarchate and a few secret friends of your wife and 3) to praise you Fr. Balabanov, let the scoundrels bow to you and let even the rags of our patriots tremble from you.

He warned that the door to our public life was gaping and the questions that mankind had worked for centuries and that our people had slept under the heels of the Asian barbarians, entered our public house with the wind and went out with it without leaving. what a trail I am looking for in our hopeless slavery.

 

He was convinced that our people were in that transitional epoch of their infantile life, in which they needed freedom first of all, so that their young organism could be outlined, so that their character could develop and their strength could be strengthened. brain.

And he warned: our people, who have not yet been able to understand the difference between the words "work" and "slave", look around and ask: "what to work, how to work and why to work." Then he asked on his behalf: Tell me what to do and I will follow your sincere voices; only, you know, I want a work that will alleviate my suffering, that will reward my work, and that will take me out of this abominable state of slavery.

 

All parties - both ruling and seeking power - tried to obsess over Botev. But he squatted with them - because they accepted him only with what worked for them (How many quotes have you seen from Botev? In so many celebrations ().

The rest - remember this - does the work of his people. With the knowledge of prophecy! Because Botev became the Duke not of a party, but of Bulgaria.

 

Apart from being a genius poet, Hristo Botev is a journalist and a brilliant publicist. On top of that, he does something that not only the other virtuosos of the pen do not dare, but at that time he is afraid to do even the legendary old voivode Philip Totyu - alone, without any combat experience, personally leads his people's army, captures the Austrian ship "Radetzky" , translates his fighters with him to his native shore, and transforms both the history and the mythology of his people.

On the eve of the 170th anniversary of the birth of the Poet, Publicist and Duke Hristo Botev, we turned to him for a current interview:

Hristo Botev:

LITTLE PEOPLE TAKE PLACE TO DO A BIG JOB

   "Duke, what has changed with us now that we are used to being free every half century?"

   - The people continue to spend with Christian humility the days of their endless Passion Sunday, counting the hours of their unbearable suffering and waiting for the resurrection of the dead.

   - This work with the transition did not come easy ...

"What?" The questions are solved, the goal is marked, the time and the distance are determined - therefore a prayer is not wanted here, but a hoe. And what do we do? We carry water with a sieve and think that we are fertilizing our father's fields with this. What an irony for people who could do wonders with money! We haven't done a hundredth of what we could have done. Thank God and the devil, nature has not offended us either mentally or physically - why, therefore, do we sit in the sun and cry that the roosters are biting our noses? - After all, many sets of ministers from different political forces tried to do what they can for our Fatherland ...

- One of the worst tabihets is to hide the truth and to cover the moral nakedness of any deed or person with the veil of patriotism. "Aren't you too ruthless with us?" True, our rulers are quite wrong, but they are random people in power, who came not in an evolutionary but in a revolutionary way, and it is natural for them to confuse sometimes. But these are still mistakes of incompetence, lack of professionalism ...

- Criticism requires only one naked truth, and whether this truth is expressed in cold blood or in cold blood, biased or impartial - it depends on the temperament of the critic. Not everyone can be cold-blooded to the evil they spread ... on the one hand innocent stupidity, and on the other - the stupid belief that this stupidity, being innocent, should not be teased. - In times like today, when the future of our country is feverishly restarted and restarted, the best means cannot always be found. Honestly, according to your biographer Zahariy Stoyanov, you did not always act in the most prudent way. The distant great goal sometimes imposes on us not very sophisticated actions on the way to it ...

- I am ready for the purpose to use all the terrible means, except meanness and lies, because first of all we must be human, then Bulgarians and patriots ... For 8 years I saw all our heroes and patriots and I see that great people do small things, and big things are done by small people. Giants went in heaps and collected beads to string a string of glory to their mother, and pygmies climbed on invisible conchs and reached out with their short minds to catch the moon for logos!

- Now even the people themselves raise these pygmies on their stilts, but because their parties have nominated them as leaders, does every man believe that his party thinks the most and fights for the salvation of Bulgaria? This seems to only divide the people, it freezes those with those and the others with the others, so that it is easier for those above to roam as they can ...

- True, the great virtue in the world is the love of the fatherland, but what to do, when there are few people who understand that this virtue is naturally based on another - the love of neighbor? In our country it is like this: you are left without a piece of bread, then you are a servant, and if you become a servant, then you are a slave and you are not allowed to do anything human, nothing independent. You don't Hristo Botev is an excellent publicist, but we are people from the transition between the second and third millennium and we can not help but notice that none of his newspapers ("Word of the Bulgarian emigrants", "Flag", "New Bulgaria") was profitable . He also lived in a time of terrible transition, he was 28 years old when (June 2, 1876) he died as Duke of his legendary detachment in a battle with a much superior opponent. I copied the historical answers to this "interview" from his articles in his newspaper "Zname", in his review "Reasons for the failure of the Bulgarian (Arsk) Literary Society", in his letters to Ivan Drasov, Todor Peev and Dimitar Gorov.

Hristo Botev is an excellent publicist, but we are people from the transition between the second and third millennium and we can not help but notice that none of his newspapers ("Word of the Bulgarian emigrants", "Flag", "New Bulgaria") was profitable . He also lived in a time of terrible transition, he was 28 years old when (June 2, 1876) he died as Duke of his legendary detachment in a battle with a much superior opponent. I copied the historical answers to this "interview" from his articles in his newspaper "Zname", in his review "Reasons for the failure of the Bulgarian (Arsk) Literary Society", in his letters to Ivan Drasov, Todor Peev and Dimitar Gorov.

Generations of Bulgarians have been raised with Botev's poetry. But only professional literary critics know that his unique works entered the textbooks and volumes of his work after they were edited by people who allowed them to grammatically correct the Creator, who only managed to continue our national song traditions in ingenious authorial poetry. Here you can read the poems of Hristo Botev in the form in which he himself printed them in the newspapers he published from Romania. We publish them from the book "The Authentic Botev", which was published by Prozorets Publishing House in 1998 with the foreword and normalization of the great Bulgarian textologist Iliya Todorov.

The publications were prepared by Hristo Bukovski,

curator at the Perushtitsa Historical Museum

 

Have it

 

Did you, boy, sing so pitifully,

have you cursed me for three years,

and the wanderer walks miserably

and I meet what the soul hates?

 

Did I waste my father's property,

did I cover you with deep wounds,

and my youth, little,

green dries and withers a bitter ulcer ?!

 

My dear comrades are looking at me happily,

that I laugh with them,

but they do not know that I am already smoldering,

that my youth frost scalded!

 

How do they know? I don't have a friend

to reveal to him what is in her soul;

whom i love and what i believe in -

dreams and thoughts - what I suffer from.

 

I have no one but you,

little one, you are love and faith to me;

but here I no longer hope to love you:

my heart burns!

 

I dreamed a lot, boy happiness, glory to see two,

I  felt strength - what did I not want? But prepare a pit for all the complaints!

One raft wretched, one left: let me fall into your arms,

but this young heart, this suffering soul to complain to you poor thing ...

 

Father and sister and dear brothers

I want to hug without malice,

then let the veins freeze,

then let it rot in the grave! 

 

"Your T-shirt" is one of Botev's first works and his first published poem. It was first published in PR Slaveykov's newspaper Gaida in 1867.

 

Patriot

He is a patriot - he gives a soul

for science, for freedom;

but not your soul, brethren,

and the soul of the people!

And it is good for everyone,

just, know about the steam,

as a person - what to do?

he also sells his soul. 

 

And he is a good Christian:

does not miss the liturgy;

but also go to church for that,

that her church trade!

 

And it is good for everyone,

just, know about the steam,

as a person - what to do?

the woman also bets.

 

And he is a man of good heart:

does not leave the poor;

but he does not feed you, brethren,

and howl with your labor!

And it is good for everyone,

just, know about the steam,

as a person - what to do?

he also ate his meat.

 

Elegy Tell me, tell me, poor people, who swings you in this slave cradle? Is it that the savior pierced on the cross fiercely in the ribs, or the one who sings to you for so many hours: "Be patient, and you will save your soul ?!" Is he, or any of his deputies, son of Loyola and brother of Judah, a traitor, a faithful and living harbinger of new weights for the poor, a new wolf in a new madness, who sold his brother, killed his father ?!

He? - tell me. Shut up people!

The shackles thunder deafly and terribly,

do not hear a voice of freedom from them:

frowning only with his head, he points

of sgan selected - swarm of cattle,

in frock coats, fringes and blind eyes. 

 

The people point, and sweat from the forehead

bloody pours over a tombstone;

the cross is driven into a living body,

rust corrodes gnawed bones,

the dragon has sucked the life of the people,

it is sucked by our and foreign guests! 

 

And the poor slave suffers too

without shame, without reproach, we count time,

since our neck is in a yoke,

since the fetters dragged the people,

we also count with faith in this bestial tribe

we are waiting for our turn for freedom!

Why am I not ...? 

 

Why am I not a poet too,

a poet like Pishurkata?

Eh, that ode I would do

to your grandmother on the hurricane! 

 

Why am I not a poet too,

like Sapunova third!

That I would sing, that I would sing

to Bishop Horses! 

 

But why am I not Vladikin,

to write a wonderful drama -

for frogs, for mice,

and their fight with King Radana?

Why am I not Voynikov,

a prolific, famous writer,

to compose prayers as well

of our creator king? 

 

Why am I not Parlichev,

to translate the Iliad;

but with such a translation for which

and lobe do I like? 

 

But why am I not Slaveykov,

to cry, to sing:

"Don't sing to me, don't laugh at me,

from today I will bleat "? 

 

But why am I not Vazov,

"my faith" to sing:

that the sheep will become a wolf,

and singers like her ?!