This sorrow, we – children of another time – were the only ones able to understand it, say his contemporaries
They ask that everyone knows about him, that they know books and know his life, and they always ask about Vazov’s death. Most often, with malicious curiosity, you see, they are almost there, they heard here and there, try here and there, they remembered themselves when he died, but come on, tell me, confirm the dirty secret that enveloped his death as an embrace of woman. Who is the woman – Eugenia Mars, Dora Gabe, student, gypsy, cabaret dancer?
Vazov died of a heart attack at the age of 71, his heart was pounding, absorbing all the other Bulgarian epochs he had foreseen, described and suffered.
The circle from “The Sorrows of Bulgaria” to “You Will Not Perish” is closing, although much earlier the poet was overwhelmed by his terrible performance – “the defeat of his world awaited” – and even to accept it. Adored and hated, a center of popular use, a spiritual state within a state,
in his tall, sent and monolithic figure. He has such an impossibly condensed and advanced life, multiplied by at least two of his writers’ cross, he never stops working, he never stops loving – and how can his heart endure? How to endure popular recognition? How to endure the pogrom after national catastrophes? And at the same time love in the sunset of your days? And to sing them …
How, if you do not enchant death and oppose it, is with your poems he writes about it. “Far west of Lyaskovets, around the banks of the Pusta River, a red spot has been spilled – sacred blood of Bulgarian brave sons. It is still empty and calm and not a single tear mixes with the sea of blood. There was a terrible battle: the Serbian iron met the Bulgarian iron breasts, and the Bulgarian hurray drowned out the crash of the twenty Serbian batteries Vazov from Byala Palanka, wrote to him and sent a message to K. from Kriva Palanka: , joys and victories and to sing with wonderful verses the exploits of the Bulgarian army ”.
Vazov’s death began with these letters, not dozens, hundreds in number, with court news in them, with descriptions of the situation and the interventions to write about them, Vazov’s death began with the “greatest war”, as that of the original world. With the self-sacrificing hopes of the Bulgarians, which are also the hopes of Vazov’s heart, in order to realize objects, to gather and exclude in the blood, to gather in the integrity of Bulgaria, to gather in only the torn body of the parent.
“In 1915, in the war, written with a large number of poems, inspired by the victories and the joy of achieving the people’s dream – the liberation of Macedonia …”, they told Prof. Shishmanov.
Vazov’s death begins with a “great war”: the poet is joined by gifts and requests from the battlefield, telegrams and thanks from the southern front, from the silver front, from the camp regiments, from the headquarters, from colonels and messages, come tragic and joyful notices from the old new Bulgarian lands, letters from the editors of “Military Notices” and “Peace”, from Major L., head of Information. censorship section at the Headquarters for the active army “:” With all the requirements begins with the “People’s State”, to whom I can ask nothing but distorts and deep rest, I inform you to comply with the rules of military censorship, prohibited to all that would be influenced by a negative attitude towards military power, against the spirit of the people and the army are printed. So far, censorship has deleted your poems:
“Sigh”, no. 5030 of the Mir newspaper,
“When?”, No. 3051 of Mir newspaper
“Mora”, no. 5032 of the Mir newspaper.
The philanthropic and sublime ideas and feelings that blow in
those songs of yours, no
may not touch
everyone, and especially those who feel the horrors in their backs. The newspaper is sent with thousands of copies to the front. The soldier must be in the present moment to have a hard heart. This recommended and His Majesty the King at the last height commanded the army. Another censor, RP, from Edirne, wrote to Vazov for another reason: huts and palaces. There fell a galaxy of Bulgarian heroes, among whom is my ruthless son, lieutenant of the 21st Sredna Gora Regiment PP, who laid his bones at the same Black for the greatness of mother Bulgaria and the liberation of his slave brother. Our parental vessels will be erased only when you read your poem about the river Cherna, red with scarlet heroic blood … ”
Vazov’s death begins with a “great war”: with the overstretched expectations that people have, a possible voice for his poet, there is to him: “to fight with the pen for the national cause, for the honor and life of our dear homeland”, to be “a complete code With his songs, and they should be a source from which “the souls of the parents of the fallen heroes to draw courage and consolation”, to continue to write “beautiful verses, a true response to great events and emotional apology of the valiant soldiers, in which they find for themselves the most precious moral pleasure ”… Vazov, together in his lifetime, became a spiritual and institutional center, in strength, support and memory: from Doyran, from Ohrid, from Dobrudja came unbelievable news about newly established Bulgarian schools, called his name, trembling and unrepresentative pleas like that of GD from 1917: “Usually a number of bookstores to look for your face, although I do not find it. That is why I will ask you, respect the teachers, send me your portrait, which will decorate for my future modest military table … ”
Vazov responded wholeheartedly and warmly, responding to the excessive and unbearable popular desires, probably because of the memorable end of a letter from 1916, sent to him by G. H.: “You are not an ordinary poet; You are already a countertop of the countertop of the Bulgarian people. “
He will go even further and say that since the beginning of the “great war”
in Bulgaria itself,
all personally was finally taken away from him, because of all other victories and defeats, blood-stained rivers, wounded bodies and souls, trust, despair from the trampled hopes and the humiliating Neuilly Treaty, national catastrophes piled up in the poet’s heart. The council firmly and publisher Alexander Paskalev: “In recent years, Grandpa Vazov has felt his inner and outer peace and cheerfulness very broken and broken.
I rarely saw him
She even often complains of malaise, but most of all they have already broken heavy blows of fate, once affected Bulgaria and him – her son and singer, who is always crying for her and with her. Every living thing is impressive in me as a ruined and full of pain and sorrow was a flowing soul, shaking its white-haired head in print during the hard days that our people are going through. And when I show my desire a few times after the wars, it will see at least the last volumes of the works published, before it dies, to sink, that what it does not want, only to make its way among all that is connected with reconciliation and the calmness with which he speaks of his death is born of this very sorrow …
And this sorrow, we – children at another time – were the only ones able to understand it. ”
* The author is a poet, playwright at the Ivan Vazov National Theater and a longtime director of the Ivan Vazov House Museum.