#Nikola Vaptsarov

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Factory

Nikola Vaptsarov 1909-1942

(translator unknown)

A factory, Clouds of smoke above. The people – simple, The life – hard, boring. Life with the mask and grease-paint off Is a savage dog snarling.

You must tirelessly fight, Must be tough and persist, To extract from the teeth Of the angry, bristling beast A crust.

Slapping belts in the shed, Screeching shafts overhead, And the air is so stale You can’t easily Deeply Inhale.

Not far off the spring breeze Rocks the fields, the sun calls... Leaning skyward the trees Shade The factory walls. How unwanted, forgotten And strange are the fields ! They have thrown in the dustbin The sky and its dreams. For to stray for a second Or soften your heart, Is to lose to no purpose Your strong worker’s arm. You must shout in the clatter And din of machines For your words to pass over The spaces between.

I shouted for years – An eternity ... I gathered the others too shouted in chorus – The factory, the machinery And the man in the farthest, darkest corner. This shout forged an alloy of steel And we armoured our life with its plate. Just try putting a spoke in the wheel – It’s your own hand you’ll break.

You, factory, Still seek to blind us With smoke and soot, Layer on layer. In vain! For you teach us to struggle. We’ll bring The sun Down to us here.

So many toil-blackened faces Under your tyranny smart. But one heart within you tirelessly Beats with a thousand hearts.

[ahmetcumhur-blog]

Ölümden Önce

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Halkım, çünkü sevdik seni...

Nikola Vaptsarov

[empirenowmp3]

not my zoro playlist being named after a hristo smirnensky poem....my ace playlist after a nikola vaptsarov one.........am i wrong tho. am i

[sonersposts]

Geleceğim bazen uykudayken sen Beklenmedik, uzak bir konuk gibi. Sokakta, bir başına koyma beni Kapıyı sürgüleme üstümden.  Usulca girecek, bir yere ilişeceğim Bir zaman, karanlıkta, bakacağım yüzüne. Ve yorgunluk gözkapaklarımı indirince Seni kucaklayacak ve çıkıp gideceğim.

Nikola Vaptsarov

[bluedabadeedabadie]

Before everyone brings out the pitchforks, please read that till the end.

I wanna add it's fine to lose hope, we are human and not built to withstand that much grief. We have to *also* find it again though. If the injustice brought you down, take a breath, stand back up, spit in the feet of the oppressors and fight again. You can fall, you are human. But you need to get back up too. If you can't find your hope, ask for help from a friend or the community we've created together. Look around. Realise the Palestinian spirit is louder than the despair and that the world is waking up. Be thankful for the things you love in your own life, look at how many pieces of art have been created in ode of fighting against injustice and for freedom because it's the most human and natural thing, look at the small things in life that make it worth living and pick up the hope previously kicked out of your hands. Do what you can to help and do what you can to help the people around you too.

That's it, that's what I wanted to say.

Ok, maybe one more thing - personally Vapzarov's poetry helps me not lose my faith so

There is still hope. Say it out loud. Palestine will be free. The Palestinian people will celebrate their culture and heritage with each other. We will love and be loved. Do not fall into the trap of despair.

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 7.23 (before 1970)

811 – Byzantine emperor Nikephoros I plunders the Bulgarian capital of Pliska and captures Khan Krum's treasury. 1319 – A Knights Hospitaller fleet scores a crushing victory over an Aydinid fleet off Chios. 1632 – Three hundred colonists bound for New France depart from Dieppe, France. 1677 – Scanian War: Denmark–Norway captures the harbor town of Marstrand from Sweden. 1793 – Kingdom of Prussia re-conquers Mainz from France. 1813 – Sir Thomas Maitland is appointed as the first Governor of Malta, transforming the island from a British protectorate to a de facto colony. 1821 – While the Mora Rebellion continues, Greeks capture Monemvasia Castle. Turkish troops and citizens are transferred to Asia Minor's coasts. 1829 – In the United States, William Austin Burt patents the typographer, a precursor to the typewriter. 1840 – The Province of Canada is created by the Act of Union. 1862 – American Civil War: Henry Halleck becomes general-in-chief of the Union Army. 1874 – Aires de Ornelas e Vasconcelos is appointed the Archbishop of the Portuguese colonial enclave of Goa, India. 1881 – The Boundary Treaty of 1881 between Chile and Argentina is signed in Buenos Aires. 1900 – Pressed by expanding immigration, Canada closes its doors to paupers and criminals. 1903 – The Ford Motor Company sells its first car. 1908 – The Second Constitution accepted by the Ottomans. 1914 – Austria-Hungary issues a series of demands in an ultimatum to the Kingdom of Serbia demanding Serbia to allow the Austrians to determine who assassinated Archduke Franz Ferdinand. Serbia accepts all but one of those demands and Austria declares war on July 28. 1919 – Prince Regent Aleksander Karađorđević signs the decree establishing the University of Ljubljana 1921 – The Chinese Communist Party (CCP) is established at the founding National Congress. 1926 – Fox Film buys the patents of the Movietone sound system for recording sound onto film. 1927 – The first station of the Indian Broadcasting Company goes on the air in Bombay. 1936 – In Catalonia, Spain, the Unified Socialist Party of Catalonia is founded through the merger of Socialist and Communist parties. 1940 – The United States' Under Secretary of State Sumner Welles issues a declaration on the U.S. non-recognition policy of the Soviet annexation and incorporation of three Baltic states: Estonia, Latvia and Lithuania. 1942 – World War II: The German offensives Operation Edelweiss and Operation Braunschweig begin. 1942 – Bulgarian poet and Communist leader Nikola Vaptsarov is executed by firing squad. 1943 – The Rayleigh bath chair murder occurred in Rayleigh, Essex, England. 1943 – World War II: The British destroyers HMS Eclipse and HMS Laforey sink the Italian submarine Ascianghi in the Mediterranean after she torpedoes the cruiser HMS Newfoundland. 1961 – The Sandinista National Liberation Front is founded in Nicaragua. 1962 – Telstar relays the first publicly transmitted, live trans-Atlantic television program, featuring Walter Cronkite. 1962 – The International Agreement on the Neutrality of Laos is signed. 1962 – Jackie Robinson becomes the first African American to be inducted into the National Baseball Hall of Fame. 1967 – Detroit Riots: In Detroit, one of the worst riots in United States history begins on 12th Street in the predominantly African American inner city. It ultimately kills 43 people, injures 342 and burns about 1,400 buildings. 1968 – Glenville shootout: In Cleveland, Ohio, a violent shootout between a Black Militant organization and the Cleveland Police Department occurs. During the shootout, a riot begins and lasts for five days. 1968 – The only successful hijacking of an El Al aircraft takes place when a Boeing 707 carrying ten crew and 38 passengers is taken over by three members of the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine. The aircraft was en route from Rome, to Lod, Israel.

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Nikola Vaptsarov - "bulharský Julius Fučík", ke kterému se hlásí v Bulharsku i Makedonii, účastník protinacistického odboje

Světoznámý bulharský básník Nikola Vaptsarov se narodil roku 1909 ve městě Bansko v západním Bulharsku. Jeho otec Jonko Prodančin se účastnil národně osvobozeneckého boje v oblasti Pirin a matka Jelena Vezová studovala na vysoké škole v Samokově a nějakou dobu pracovala jako učitelka. Malá Nikola v sobě spojovala ctnosti obou druhů. Od útlého věku projevoval výjimečný soucit, který se později změnil v náklonost k lidem. Toto „lidumilství“ ho provázelo vždy a všude až do konce jeho života. Po ukončení základního vzdělání v rodném městě v roce 1924 nastoupil na nedokončené smíšené gymnázium v Razlogu. To byla doba jeho prvních publikací v tisku. Začal se zajímat o literaturu a snil o studiu tohoto oboru, ale podle vůle svého otce nastoupil do školy námořních motorů ve Varně (1926-1932). V posledním roce studia jako praktikant na lodi "Burgas" cestoval po Středozemním moři a věnoval této cestě cyklus básní "Imprese". V roce 1932 nastoupil jako topič do továrny na papír a lepenku bratří Balabanovů v obci Kočerinovo a poté jako mechanik. Zde založil rodinu s Bojkou Dimitrovovou a narodil se jim syn Yoncho. V roce 1936 byl propuštěn a přestěhoval se do Sofie, kde jeho malý syn zemřel ve věku sedmi měsíců. Po vážné nezaměstnanosti nastoupil Vaptsarov jako technik do továrny bratří Bugarčevů a poté pracoval jako topič na železnici a na sofijských městských jatkách. Na začátku roku 1940 vydal jedinou sbírku básní vydanou za svého života, Motorové písně. Kromě 20 děl shromážděných v knize zanechala Vaptsarova také několik desítek básní, drama "Devátá vlna", básně pro děti, eseje, články atd. Jeho život a dílo byly zasvěceny boji, touze vybudovat lepší, spravedlivější svět, prosycený jeho vírou, příslovečnou, očišťující vírou v "dobro a lidskost", která dává smysl lidské existenci. Po vypuknutí druhé světové války v roce 1941 se zapojil do protinacistického odboje. Ostně k Bulharsku byla připojena Severní Makedonie, kde odbojová skupina rovněž působila. Za necelý rok - 4. března 1942 bylo zatčeno více než 60 lidí z odboje. Mezi zatčenými byl i Nikola Vaptsarov. V dubnu ve vězení napsal své poslední básně: první verše "Smrtelná postel" a "Sbohem". Obě patří dnes k vrcholným dílům světové klasické literatury. 23. července téhož roku byly přečteny rozsudky smrti pro Nikolu Vaptsarova, Antona Popova, Antona Ivanova, Atanase Romanova, Pjotra Bogdanova a Georgije Minčeva. Podle zákona o ochraně státu musí být rozsudek vykonán do 24 hodin. Téhož večera na posádkové střelnici v Sofii odsouzení čelili smrti za doprovodu Botevovy písně "Ten, kdo padne v boji za svobodu… A několik hodin před střelbou dostalo šest z nich právo napsat své poslední dopisy svým příbuzným. Dalších pět píše takové dopisy a Nikola Vaptsarov nezanechá jediný řádek adresovaný nikomu. Ale na úkor toho, když se ho dotkla smrt, měl dost síly podívat se otevřeně do její tváře a psát básně. Napsal druhou sloku své básně "Smrtelná postel":

Никола Вапцаров, „Доклад“, 1936 …

Nikola Vapcarov, "Doklad"

" От Никола Иванов Вапцаров върху Македония и задълженията на писателите-македонци към нея, които трябва да следват революционните идеи на Гоце Делчев и Даме Груев.

Да се правят доклади в такъв важен момент със сухо, догматично, теоретично отношение към един проблем, който е в кръвта ни, е мисля светотатство. Не, че не трябва здраво да се разчетат всички обективни и субективни предпоставки, но струва ми се за нас като пишущи македонци е необходима една първична емоционална сила, която да раздвижи кръвта ни, да раздвижи емоционално много притъпени чувства, много спомени и да ни върне на местопредназначението ни. ила.

Ние теоретизирахме, теоретизирахме, класово разнищвахме един въпрос съвсем конкретен, един прост въпрос, който е спомен, един въпрос чието име е Родина.

А той живееше с родилни болки в тези хора, той ги караше да сънуват една малка

къща с разцъфтели дървета в Тетово. Или на¬смолена рибарска лодка в Костур, или една стара легенда, която разказват покритите с мъх зидове на Прилеп, и колко още спомени, които порят съзнанието на всеки македонец. Не че фурнаджийския работник, не че гладния земеделец, не че дребния чиновник не мислят, че парите за хляба при сегашната икономическа система няма да стигнат и при независима Македония. Но нашата грешка е там, че не намерихме живата връзка между икономиката и живота, между нас и онези, които не разбират нещата в онази ширина, в която ги разби¬раме ние. И се случи така, че събитията ни надскочиха, удариха ни ритник и след този ритник тази вечер едва ние се мъчим отново да запазим равновесие. Случи се така, че в Сръбска и Гръцка Македония великобългарските утопии изстиват и крепне едно поколение, ентусиазирано от лозунга – Свободна и Независима Македония. Това е най-важния етап от македонския въпрос в последните години, който ние навреме не забелязахме и за чието проспиване носим лична и организационна отговорност. Да се търси организационна отговорност е било винаги лесно. Ние сме свикнали след всяка грешка да правим стереотипни самокритики, да приказваме, да пишеме и все пак да тъпчем на място. Но ако ние милееме за своята Родина, ако в нас има капка македонска кръв, ако в нас е останала искра от благороден патриотизъм, този път трябва да се впрегнем, за да понесеме част от тежестта на едно дело и жестокото величие на една епоха. Действително страш��и упостушения направи в народната душа бившата ВМРО. Тя ни остави едно наследство на огорчение. Една невяра. Нека не си правим илюзии, че народа в Петричко и в бежанията в България знаят добре да разграничават нашия кристален идеализъм от бандитските приьоми на михайловизма. Ние нямаме създадено едно стройно, популярно учение, което напълно да измести болката от простата душа с вяра. И нашите другари, които ще боравят с политика, трябва добре да внимават, защото досега е ясно, че още не е преминала организационната антипатия. Нашите другари, които ще боравят с политика трябва да оперират внимателно още и затова, че на една наша силна организация, може да бъде противопоставен като политическа нужда отново михайловизма.

Но докато дотука ние търсихме отговорности, които не ни засягаха, които бяха на педя далеч от нас, ето че камшика на обективизма трябва да заиграе и по гърбовете ни. Какво направихме ние, другари, за да помогнем на политическия процес? Направихме ли нещо системно, организирано? Помъчихме ли се поне да създадем убеждението, че съществува македонска литература. Помъчихме ли се да създадем с малките си силици, впечатление че съществува група пишущи хора, която не е забравила обществените си задължения към своята родина? Простете, другари, но аз мисля, че отговора трябва да бъде – не. В това направление не се е направило нищо повече, а дори по-малко от онова, което направи михайловизма.

Не мислете, че всичко това ще стане на един дъх. Но не забравяйте, че не сме само ние. Не забравяйте, че ако с нещо покажем

съществуването си си, усилията си, от доле ще изникнат други, които далече ще ни заминат. Верно е, че работите не тръгват никога като курдисан часовник. Ще се срещнат мъчнотии, но те няма да бъдат толкова обществени, колкото вътрешни – в самите нас. Тия мъчнотии според силите си ще преудолеем, но трябва страшно напрежение и себеотрицание. Трябва да се напънем мъжки. Какво се иска всъщност от нас? Много. Твърде много. Поне от тези, които сме събрани тука. Ние сме македонци.

4(Трябва да се напънем мъжки. Какво се иска всъщност от нас? Много. Твърде много. Поне от тези, които сме събрани тука. Ние сме македонци. И нашето творчество трябва да бъде в служба на македонската кауза. За мнозина ще бъде трудно… "

Nikola Ivanov Vaptsarov o Makedonii a povinnostech makedonských spisovatelů vůči své zemi, včetně následování revolučních myšlenky Gotse Delcheva a Dame Gruev.

Dělat zprávy v tak důležitou chvíli se suchým, dogmatickým, teoretickým postojem k problému, který máme v krvi, je, myslím, svatokrádež. Ne, že by se neměly pečlivě číst všechny objektivní a subjektivní premisy, ale zdá se mi, že my jako makedonští spisovatelé potřebujeme prvotní emocionální sílu, která nám rozproudí krev, rozproudí emocionálně mnoho otupělých pocitů, mnoho vzpomínek a přivede nás zpět na cestu k cíli.

Teoretizovali jsme, teoretizovali jsme, řešili jsme jako třída velmi konkrétní otázku, jednoduchou otázku, kterou je paměť, otázka, která se jmenuje Vlast.

A v těchto lidech žil s porodními bolestmi, nechal je snít o malém domku s rozkvetlými stromy v Tetovu.

Nebo dehtovaná rybářská loď v Kosturu nebo stará legenda, kterou vyprávějí mechem porostlé zdi Prilepu,

a kolik dalších vzpomínek zaplaví mysl každého Makedonce.

Ale zatímco jsme hledali povinnosti, které se nás netýkaly, které byly na vzdálenost od nás, na zádech nám musí hrát bič objektivismu.

Co jsme my soudruzi udělali, abychom pomohli politickému procesu? Dělali jsme něco systematického, organizovaného? Pokusili jsme se alespoň vytvořit přesvědčení, že makedonská literatura existuje.

Snažili jsme se svými malými siliky vzbudit dojem, že existuje skupina píšících lidí, kteří nezapomněli na své veřejné povinnosti vůči vlasti?

Nemyslete si, že se to všechno stane na jedno posezení. Ale pamatujte, nejsme to jen my. Nezapomínejte, že pokud svou existenci, snahu něčím ukážeme, vynoří se zdola další, kteří nás dalece předčí. Je pravda, že věci nikdy nejdou jako hodinky. S obtížemi se setkáme, ale nebudou ani tak veřejné, jako spíše vnitřní – uvnitř nás samých. Tyto těžkosti překonáme, jak nejlépe umíme, ale potřebujeme obrovské napětí a sebezapření. Musíme se obsadit. Co se po nás vlastně žádá? Mnoho. Příliš mnoho. Alespoň od těch z nás, co jsme se tu sešli. Jsme Makedonci. A naše dovednost musí sloužit makedonské věci. Pro mnohé to bude těžké…“

Veliké Tarnovo

[iriannasworld]

🇧🇬Bansko🇧🇬

Last month, I travelled to Bulgaria to see my boyfriend. Together, we went to Bansko, a very famous winter destination in the mountains of Bulgaria.

Although we didn't stay as long as one would need if he was to explore the entire town, we stayed an entire day, which we spent in museums, restaurants and walking around.

My first impression of the town, was how it looked more like a village for the better part, but then in the heart of it, there, because of the many tourist businesses, there it truly felt like a town or even a city.

The buildings gave me mixed opinions, some were absolutely beautiful, and some were ruins or ugly brick houses that didn't match the old style of the rest.

The roads were a pleasant suprise, they matched the atmosphere of the town, and the architecture as well.

The town squares and the parks also looked nice, gave you a feeling of warmth, if that makes any sense, even though that was in January 😂

As for the nature unfortunately, I cannot say, since we didn't go outside of the town that day, because it was very cold, and we preferred to spend the day visiting museums, churches, walking around the town, taking pictures and eating out.

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Sightseeings

The town has many House-Musuems, most of which, houses of important Bulgarian historical figures.

I can't say that those House-Musuems were impressing, but they were definitely worth visiting if one is interested in 19th century Bulgarian Architecture, or, interested in learning more about Bulgarian Historical figures.

Specifically, I'd recommend visiting :

• The House Museum of Nikola Vaptsarov

• The Neofit Rilski-House Museum

• The Museum Velyan-House

Another thing worth visiting in Bansko, is its beautiful church of Holy Trinity. It has a magnificent bell tower as well, made entirely of stone.

The inside is filled with beautiful wall paintings, and the outside also has a nice yard.

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Places to Eat-Drink

The town offers a great amount of cafeterias, restaurants or even snacks from bakeries, in fairly low prices (15-20€ for two people to have a nice dinner)

There are countless of restaurants, with a very warm and cosy atmosphere, that make you feel at home. The perfect town to find picturesque restaurants.

I'd personally recommend

• Pitsinna Kruchma

A very nice restaurant in the heart of Bansko, with amazing food quality, service, hospitality and relatively good prices.

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Things to Do

Most people that go to Bansko, visit during the winter time. Because of its mountainous location, and its proximity to the ski centre, a lot of people visit the town just for that. However, it should be noted that it's also an amazing town if you want to explore the nearby mountains while hiking.

I wish I had more time there, so that I could explore the nearby mountains, and maybe, who knows, go skiing 😂⛷️

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Now last but not least, I'd like to add how because of its popularity, the town is more expensive than most, and will be more expensive than most in the country. Is it worth it in the end? Absolutely!

* The town has trains and busses connecting it to other cities daily!

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Have a nice day! 🖤

[hetesiya]

TARİH. /.../ Çünkü hayat aman dinlemeden dövdü bizi ağır elleriyle. vurdu ! vurdu aç avurtlarımıza, paslıdır dilimiz bu yüzden. .. Bu yüzden, uykularımdan çalarak yazdığım şiirler, parfüm kokmaz, bu yüzden kısadır o çatık kaşlı sözler. ... Çektiklerimiz için, yok ödül filan beklediğimiz ne de o koca ciltlerinde resmimiz olsun isteriz. ... Yalnız yalın anlat öykümüzü geleceğin insanlarına. yerimizi alacaklara anlat nasıl cesurduk kavgada. * Nikola Vaptsarov * ( 1909 - 1942 )

[toronea]

“Parting” (pre-execution note)

To my wife

Sometimes I'll visit in your sleep

as an unexpected and unwanted guest.

Don't leave me outside on the road -

don't bar the doors.

I will come in quietly. Slowly, I will sit down,

and I will gaze into the dark to see you.

Once I've looked at you for long enough -

I will kiss you, and then leave you.

– Nikola Vaptsarov, tr. by @toronea

[kalpherzamansoldanatar]

"Bir zaman, karanlıkta, bakacağım yüzüne. / Görüntün doyasıya dolunca gözlerime / Seni kucaklayacak ve çıkıp gideceğim."

[alexander-turners]

Nightingales, sure enough, sing in the trees where the peaceful azure filters down through the leaves, and yonder the soft green meadow allures.

Nikola Vaptsarov, Cinema

[fuckyeahmarxismleninism]

July 23, 1942: Death of Comrade Nikola Vaptsarov, Bulgarian communist worker and poet.

78 years ago, the Bulgarian fascists - collaborators of Nazi Germany, killed the communist poet Nikola Vaptsarov. In this way, they thought they would destroy the ideas to which he had devoted his whole life and with which he charged his poems. But they failed, for decades his poems have been read, printed, translated, and continue to be an inspiration to revolutionaries.

During the last 30 years of the restoration of capitalism in Bulgaria, the lackeys of imperialism, as faithful heirs of their ancestors, are doing everything possible to destroy the memory of the masses and poison the minds of the people. For this purpose, they spent tens of millions of dollars given to them by their imperialist masters.

Some "leftists" are also trying in every way to empty of content, both the poems of Nikola Vaptsarov and his personality, to detach him from what makes him a poet, namely his ideas for a country where there will be bread, justice, and freedom for all, a country that will be truly independent, democratic and socialist.

Today, there are still artists like Nikola Vaptsarov who continue to create for the peoples, albeit at the cost of many years in prison, and even sacrificing their own lives for the freedom of their songs. Such artists were Helin Bölek and Ibrahim Gökçek, who we lost only a few months ago. They will continue to live in the heart, soul, and consciousness of the peoples, just like Nikola Vaptsarov.

Via New Solution

[elyre-the-liar]

when nikola vaptsarov said "even if i'm dying, this life with its ragged claws i will still love, i will still love"

when e.e. cummings said “i’ll live my life if it kills me”

[forsoothsayer]

The Very Last by Nikola Vaptsarov

The fight is hard and pitiless The fight is epic, as they say. I fell. Another takes my place - Why single out a name? After the firing squad - the worms. Thus does the single logic go. But in the storm we'll be with you, My people, for we loved you so. 2 PM, 23 July 1942

(Vaptsarov joined a resistance movement against the invading Nazis. He was captured, tortured terribly, tried, sentenced to be executed, and wrote this to his wife just hours before his execution, knowing that it would be is last poem. He was 32.)

[clio-muse-of-history]

July 23

In 1942, Bulgarian poet Nikola Vaptsarov was executed by firing squad, which is a bit of an over-reaction to bad poetry in this muse's estimation.