#Kuprin

[moviesandropes]

"I shall now show you in tender sounds a life that meekly and joyfully doomed itself to torture, suffering, and death. I knew nothing like complaint, reproach, or the pain of love scorned. To you I pray: 'Hallowed be thy name.'

"Yes, I foresee suffering, blood, and death. And I think that it is hard for the body to part with the soul, but' I give you praise, beautiful one, passionate praise, and a gentle love. 'Hallowed be thy name.'

"I recall your every step, every smile, every look, the sound of your footsteps.

My last memories are enwrapped in sweet sadness— in gentle, beautiful sadness.

But I shall cause you no sorrow. I shall go alone, silently, for such is the will of God and fate. 'Hallowed be thy name.'

"In my sorrowful dying hour I pray to you alone. Life might have been beautiful for me too. Do not murmur, my poor heart, do not. In my soul I call death, but my heart is full of praise for you: 'Hallowed be thy name.'

"You do not know-neither you nor those around you —how beautiful you are.

The clock is striking. It is time. And, dying, in the mournful hour of parting with life I still sing glory to you.

"Here it comes, all-subduing death, but I say - glory to you!'

“The Garnet Bracelet”, Alexander Kuprin

[uwuhimawariuwu]

Доброго времени суток!

Хочу поделиться с отзывом прочтения сборника русского писателя Александра Ивановича Куприна «Гранатовый браслет».

Изначально мне хотелось прочитать сам повесть «Гранатовый браслет» ради интереса; так как я что-то слышала в школе, но не понимала всю ценность этой повести. После прочтения, конечно, я прослезилась (доводит это ваша русская классика до слез).

Но после прочтения полностью сборника, то в некоторых моментах хочется возмущаться и восхищаться.

Больше всего мне понравился повесть «Олеся». Главный герой – барский сын (пани) Иван Тимофеевич, живущий в Полесье и, конечно, влюбился в Олесю – дочку колдуньи/ведьмы Мануйлихой. Сюжет очень хорошо расписан, особенно мне понравилось подробное описание чего-либо (допустим, подробное описание пейзажа Полесья). Однако, меня разочаровало то, что главный герой настолько влюбился в Олесю и прекрасно понимал, что они не смогут быть вместе из-за противоположностей в вероисповедании (он – православный, Олеся – не верит в Бога и верит в какую-то сверхъестественную силу (наверно, черная магия или язычество, я, к сожалению, в этом не разбираюсь).

Рассказ «В цирке» рассказывается о силаче Арбузове, который проиграл в бое с американским силачом Ребером. История очень грустная, однако, рассказ достоин вашего внимания.

Рассказ «Гамбринус» тоже достоин вашего внимания. В этом произведении рассказывается про скрипача-еврея, который пошел воевать в русско-японской войне, а потом переживший еврейские погромы. Его, конечно, избивают, но тяга к скрипке не пропала, и он продолжал играть на своем любимом инструменте в пивном баре.

А последние произведения («Изумруд» и «Листригоны») я немного не словила сути. Хотя рассказ «Изумруд» тоже немного грустный, даже не стану спойлерить, прочтете и узнаете сами :)

Есть одно произведение, которое меня взбесило – «Суламифь». Я все прекрасно понимаю, что это история о чистой любви между царем Соломоном и с простой девушкой по имени Суламифь. НО… Есть одно такое НО: возраст. Соломону, на минуточку, 45 лет, а Суламифь – 13 лет. 13 ЛЕТ! Меня это взбесило и у меня была истерика с осознания того, что я прочитала педофилию… Я, конечно, понимаю, что это история взято с библейских рассказов, но… Но я все равно не понимаю, у меня истерика.

Я все понимаю и знаю, что у каждого свои вкусы и не буду этого осуждать. Я высказала свое мнение, ваше дело – прислушаться, либо брать этот сборник и читать. Всем хорошего дня и благ ^^

[soulsanitarium]

France 🇫🇷 La Sorcière - The Blonde Witch 1956

dir. Michel was Adapted from the 🇷🇺 Aleksandr Kuprin novel Olesya. Russian version of it was filmed in 1971.

🎭The Blonde Witch is played by Marina Vlady, actress, singer, activist, writer…Vlady was married to Soviet poet/songwriter Vladimir Vysotsky and she has wrote a book about their relationship.

The movie has a beautiful soundtrack (theme tune for my podcast) and it was composed by French Norbert Glanzberg. He was also notable for some famous songs of Édith Piaf.🎼

🌲The writer Kuprin wrote this book when fell in love of the nature and woods in a hunting trip.

📽️ Brulard, a French civil engineer on assignment in Sweden for a lumber company meets Ina, a local nature-girl type, falls in love, has an affair, tries to convert her to “civilization”, but ends up…no spoilers here.

🔥Movie was filmed in the locations (Dalarna, Mora) where Swedish witch trials were furious in the 17th century. The witch trial in Mora and Älvdalen 1668-1669 is the most famous Swedish witch trial because a famous illustration was made of it in Germany. This kind of prints had huge influence in the Europe and this particular one was even known in Massachusetts Salem at the time.

There were only few cases in 🇸🇪 when the “witch “ was burned alive so this drawing is incorrect. The convicted were beheaded in Sweden like in the Finland trials.

🐴“Funny” detail: Even the famous decoration, Mora’s wooden horse (Dalahästen) was banned, because witches were believed to be using them for the flight to the Satan’s orgies.

👨‍⚖️🇫🇮The witch “hunter” in Mora was Finnish Lorentz Creutz. As chairman of the Witchcraft Commission, Creutz took it upon himself to save Sweden from the devil’s grip. As head of the Witchcraft Commission, Creutz was ruthless because he was convinced of the correctness of his own actions. He was a man who never doubted.In two weeks the commission heard a total of two hundred defendants and witnesses. It sentenced to death the 16 inhabitants of Mora and the six inhabitants of Älvdalen. In addition, dozens of people were sentenced to various flogging and church punishments. The youngest 22 children had to stand in the church with a whip in their hand for three Sundays in a row and sit in a separate room during the year's services.(Lappalainen 2018)⛪️

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[jennromsblog]

hey, guys, i advise u to read kuprin's novel "the garnet bracelet". it's so good, really. just try to read kuprin's novels. i hope u can find it in english translation.

[allyouknowisalie]

Цвет возвращался домой в самом чудесном настроении духа. С нежным чувством глядел он, как на небе среди клубистых, распушенных облаков стремительно катился ребром серебряный круг лу��ы, пролагая себе золотисто-оранжевый путь. И пел он на какой-то необычайно-прекрасный собственный мотив собственные же слова акафиста всемирной красоте: «Земли славное благоутробие и благоухание и небеси глубино торжественная, людие веселием играша воспевающе...»

А. И. Куприн. Звезда Соломона

[heeeeelpme]

Coloring according to "Garnet bracelet" Kuprin

Yes, she has a lot of jewelry&I don't want to make a background :)

✨~I'm LaAaZyYy~✨

pose from Pinterest

[laurapetrie]

- she vanishes, like a fairy tale.

Aleksandr Kuprin, "Violets"

[theconstantnymph]

The Garnet Bracelet, 1964

[specialshinytrinkets]

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You do [caps] not [end caps] need to kill off a character for 'emotional impact', or 'realism'. Especially if you've given readers / watchers time to bond with said character. Come on.

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im starting to think you guys dont like it when stories make you feel things

[banginhotmoms69]

actually really enjoyed something i had to read for school incident 484 injured 273 dead

[soontobeinsomniac]

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Calm down, my dear, calm down, calm down. Do you remember me? Remember me? You were my only and my last love. Calm down, I'm here. Think of me, and I'll be here, with you, because even if we loved eath other for only a moment, it is eternal... Do you remember me? Remember me, remember me?.. Oh, I can feel your tears... Calm down... My dreams are sweet, so sweet, so sweet.

- translation of one of the scenes from "The garnet bracelet" by Alexander Kuprin.

We just read this story in our lit class, and thanks god it was online bc I cried. This is one of the verses for L. van Beethoven. Son. № 2, op. 2. Largo Appassionato, the composition that main character asked to play if the heroine remembered him.

He was hopelessly in love with her for over 7 years, but she was married, didn't love him, didn't want to know him and only saw him as an annoying admirer. For her birthday he sent her a garnet bracelet with stones from one of his family's heirlooms. He never asked her to accept his feelings or tried to pursue her, just for her to be happy. After her husband visited him with the bracelet, returning it and threatening to call authorities, asking to never again approach his wife, he commited suicide. He never wanted to interfere with their lives, but he couldn't get rid of his feelings, and saw this as an only way out.

After his death the heroine read the letter he sent right before it with the permission from her husband, thanking her for being the only light of his life, apologizing for intruding in her life, wishing for her to live happy life and play or ask to play this sonata if she ever remembered him because she loved music and it was one of her favorite pieces. She asked one of her servants to play piano, knowing that it would be that particular piece, and the motives of his letter seemed to entwine into the verses declaring his love for her - and not a hint of bitterness: only adoration and gentleness. She cried and mourned him, the man who loved her with all his heart and couldn't imagine his life without her, and the music kept playing, as if it was whispering the words of comfort from the one that got away.

It was like he swung the door open, stepped through, then looked back, smiled that small, sad, but oh so gentle smile and carefully closed it behind him, quietly whispering his farewells.

There are no villains, no irredeemably bad people in this story - all of them had their own concerns, no one acted out of malicious intents - just so happened that Fate, while trying to weave her canvas, has tangled the strings so bad that it seemed that the only way to fix it was to snap one of them, so she could try to unravel the others. That string just happened to be his.

Some more quotes:

"And now I feel like I so rudely intruded in Your life. If You can, I hope You will forgive me for it..."

"But I won't cause you grief. I am leaving silent and alone, as was foretold by God and fate"

"This is love, the one that God rewarded me with for some reason"

"But what else was left to do? Move to another city? It would have been useless, because my heart would still be with You, beneath Your feet, every moment being filled with You, with thoughts of You, dreams of You, with these... sweet delusions. Frankly, I am very embarrassed and sorry for my bracelet - well, a mistake, really..."

And all verses:

"And now I'll show you the life in gentle chimings, the one that obediently and cheerfully doomed itself for torment, misery and death. No plain, nor blame, nor pain of vanity I did not know. I'm here before you - and with my only prayer: "Hallowed be Your name"

Yes, I foresaw the suffering, the blood and death. And I think the soul and body wish not to part, but still, oh Precious, I sing praise to you, passionate praise and quiet love. "Hallowed be Your name"

Remembering your every step, your smile, your gaze, the sounds of your strides. With sweet sorrrow, oh so quiet, lovely sorrow are coated all my last memories. But I won't cause you grief: I'm leaving silent and alone, as was foretold by God and fate. "Hallowed be Your name"

In my last hours I pray to you. The life could have been wonderful for me too. Don't grumble, my poor heart, don't do it. My soul is calling to death, my heart is singing to you: "Hallowed be Your name"

You, oh you, and all the ones around you, you never knew how beautiful you are. But clocks are chiming, time has come. Dying, in mournful hour of my leave I still sing to you - hallowed be Your name.

There it is, the all-consuming death, but I still say - hallowed be Your name.

...

Calm down, my dear, calm down, calm down. Do you remember me? Remember me? You were my only and my last love. Calm down, I'm here. Think of me, and I'll be here, with you, because even if we loved eath other for only a moment, it is eternal... Do you remember me? Remember me, remember me?.. Oh, I can feel your tears... Calm down... My dreams are sweet, so sweet, so sweet."

[mayolfederico]

Jurij Karlovič Oleša ~ Non un giorno senza una riga

Jurij Karlovič Oleša (1954)   Questo “intanto che passeranno gli anni” appariva come una dorata città lontana, come una specie di città del futuro tolta dalla copertina di un romanzo fantastico, e laggiú, in quella lontananza, gli uomini già da tempo erano immortali!     Aleksandr Ivanovič Kuprin   Non un giorno senza una riga       Certe volte il porto si riempiva di grigie navi da…

[embeccy]

"she vanishes, like a fairy tale."

- Aleksandr Kuprin

[a-araiguma-a]

love

Today, I'm feeling a bit melancholically in love, so I've decided to share some of my favorite quotes about love:

"All people, no matter who they are or how much they are loved, always lack love. A good book should fill that gap." — Astrid Lindgren

"Love is the only feeling that grows by being shared with others." — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

"The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves." — Victor Hugo

"Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everybody else." — Bernard Shaw

"Think of me, and I will be with you, for we loved each other for only a moment, but forever." — Alexander Kuprin

"Love doesn't tolerate explanations. It needs actions." — Erich Maria Remarque, *Arch of Triumph*

"I am so proud that I will never allow myself to love a person who doesn't love me." — Leo Tolstoy, *Anna Karenina*

"A woman is sacred; a woman you love is sacred twice over." — Alexandre Dumas, *The Count of Monte Cristo*

"We all fall in love easily — a small preference is quite natural; however, only a few of us have the courage to truly love without encouragement." — Jane Austen, *Pride and Prejudice*

"I 'did not allow my love to express itself aloud'; but if looks can speak, even a fool would know that I am head over heels in love." — Emily Brontë, *Wuthering Heights*

"Alas, love, though it is blind, finds ways without eyes to reach us and rule over us." — William Shakespeare, *Romeo and Juliet*

[sofi-thunder]

My illustrations for the collection of Kuprin's short stories!

+ bonus :з

[milana-lao]

Based on the work by Alexander Kuprin

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