#aitmatov

[kitap1sevda-blogkitap]

Bozkırın İnsanlık Türküsü Cengiz Aytmatov - Mehmet Yılmaz (kitap yorumu) Eserleri 170 den fazla dile çevrilen, edebiyatın sevilen yazarlarından birisi olan "Cengiz Aytmatov" ile ilgili bir Bilginiz yoksa, ya da yazarın eserlerini okuyup anlamakta zorlanıyorsanız bu kitabı okumanızı tavsiye ediyorum 📖 yazarın yaşadığı dönemin baskısı yüzünden sembolizm dilini kullanması konuya aşina olmayanlar için sorun olabilir. O yüzden yazarı tanımak, eserlerini anlayabilmek için güzel bir rehber olacaktır 👍 Kitap üç bölümden oluşmaktadır. 📚 Birinci bölüm yazarın eserleri inceleniyor. Tabi ki kitaplarla ilgili detaylardan bahsedilmiyor. Ama, okumayı planladığım kitaplarla ilgili incelemeleri es geçtim. Zira okuyacağım kitapla ilgili bilgi sahibi olmayı sevmeyen bir okurum 😁 okuduğum eserlerin incelemeleri sayesinde daha iyi anladım 😊 📚 İkinci bölüm Cengiz Aytmatov röportajı bulunuyor. Röportaj hayali olsa da, (yazarın yarım kalan hayali) verilen cevaplar yazarın şahsi görüşü olduğu için keyifle okudum 📖 çok beğendim. 📚 Üçüncü bölüm yazar ile alakalı Yapılmış etkinlik, topluluk konuşmalarından oluşuyor. Cengiz Aytmatov'u daha iyi tanımaya ve anlamaya başlıyorsunuz. Yazarın kaleme aldığı konuları, söylemrk istediklerini, anlatım amacını daha iyi anlıyorsunuz. Aklımda kalan soru işaretlerinin cevabını bulmuş oldum. Okurken Aytmatov ruhunu hissettim desem yeridir. Kitapla ilgili söylenecek çok söz var. Söyleyeceğim odur ki, Cengiz Aytmatov'u tanıyıp anlamak istiyorsanız mutlaka tavsiye ederim. Ayrıca Harun Hoca'ya bu güzel kitabı tavsiye ettiği için teşekkür ediyorum 😊 🐎 #mehmetyılmaz #gufokitap #harunçelik #bozkırıninsanlıktürküsü #bozkırıninsanlıktürküsücengizaytmatov #cengizaytmatov #aytmatov #aitmatov #kirgizistan #türkiye #kitap1sevda #edebiyakut #kırgıztürkleri #törekulaytmatov #toprakana #cemile #beyazgemi #günolurasrabedel #cengizhanaküsenbulut #elvedagülsarı #selviboylumalyazmalım #cengizaytmatovkitapları https://www.instagram.com/p/CmSE8sfN1zn/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[chantssecrets]

Lisandro Otero, James Baldwin and Arthur Miller, 📸 from a meeting on world peace held in the Soviet Union in October 1986, convened by the Kyrgyz writer Chinghiz Aitmatov.

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[3lliss]

old drawing of Khan

not too proud of the colors, but yolo

[navramanan]

so crushing so gut wrenching so jarring to see a character who has taken everything in, every punch and never defended themselves, finally standing up for themselves and it backfiring so horribly on them that they feel sorry and helpless and utterly deafeated. how people turn their backs yell and curse at them because they, for once, didnt want to take it in anymore. and why? for someone they love

[loredanaadrianam]

Ce am citit în luna martie 2024

Dragilor, îmi mai fac și eu apariția pe aici din an în Paște, dar momentan chiar am destul timp la dispoziție din motiv de concediu medical, așa că m-am gândit să vă prezint în câteva cuvinte lecturile mele din martie. A fost o lună foarte bună și am reușit să citesc în toate cele trei medii disponibile: hârtie, digital și audio. Nu-mi fac un scop din asta, dar e foarte plăcut când îmi dau seama…

[enlilwind]

Vaporul alb de Cinghiz Aitmatov este o poveste ce se desfășoară sub semnul tragicului, prezentând realitatea unui băiat ce preferă să vadă viața prin prisma poveștilor pe care i le aduce la cunoștință bătrânul Momun. Dincolo de visele băiatului, viața adevărată are loc așa cum îi este scris fiecăruia, copilul fiind martorul trecerii timpului, fără a simți că și el face parte din poveste.

[countriesgame]

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If you have any fun fact about Kyrgyzstan, please tell us and I'll reblog it!

Be respectful in your comments. You can criticize a government without offending its people.

[faustandfurious]

“The Day Lasts More than a Hundred Years” by Chingiz Aitmatov

added to TBR | on my TBR | couldn’t finish it | did not enjoy | it was OK | liked it | loved it | favorite | not interested

Had to look it up because I’d never heard of it before, but seems like it might be interesting?

[anna-iren]

Books have amazing power, you open them, and they open you ... Chingiz Aitmatov …

[magnetictapedatastorage]

How The Other Half Reads, article from "CHEAP TRUTH", a sci-fi fan zine, this issue circa 1985 centers a review of Chingis Aitmatov's "The Day Lasts More Than a Hundred Years".

[seryozhs]

Отношения между Каном и Ульманом до сих пор неясны. Но несомненно то, что Кан очень хорошо понимает Ульмана и что Ульман может доверять Кану.

Что меня особенно беспокоит в основной истории LL так это то, что Ульман не отпускает никаких легких шуток или шуток, но, вероятно, потому, что он ожидает, что она будет « последней » во всех смыслах этого слова. Если у вас есть какие-либо другие мысли или производные работы, я хотел бы их услышать.

Photo: @khan-aitmatov @edy-ulman

[3lliss]

khan aitmatov! one of my most complex drawings, if not the most complex one yet. the jacket alone took me over 5 hours

super proud of this one though!

if you'd like to see more, feel free to like this post and maybe follow me

[nine-frames]

"How much longer are you and I going to last?"

Небо нашего детства (The Skies of Our Childhood), 1966.

Dir. Tolomush Okeyev | Writ. Chinghiz Aitmatov, Kadyrkul Omurkulov & Tolomush Okeyev | DOP Kadyrzhan Kydyraliyev

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[lesewut]

Farewell! My unfinished song!

Aitmatov, Chingiz: ‘You my poplar in the red headscarf' was originally published in 1970, this version was translated into German by Yuri Elperin in 1986.

'There was only us, our happiness, the sky and the path. I opened the door, let her take a seat and got behind the wheel. We drove off without a destination. But what did it matter, it was enough for us to sit next to each other, look into each other's eyes and hold hands (…) The car flew along as fast as an arrow. The whole world was in motion, everything was rushing towards us: The mountains, the fields and the trees. The wind whistled in our ears, the sun shone in the sky, we laughed and breathed in the scent of wormwood and tulips. A steppe vulture, perched on the ruins of an old Kümbös, took off with a few beats of its wings and glided along the path as if it wanted to race us.'

One of the most touching memories of my childhood are the old Turkish films from the 70s that I watched with my mother. I particularly remember the film adaptation of the book ‘Al yazmalim’ and when we watched the film again two years ago, we both cried and mountains of handkerchiefs sprang up on our laps. It's been a long time since I read a novel, but I devoured the letters to the end in one go and the tears kept blurring my vision. The contrast between the impetuosity of the protagonist and the fair grace of ‘his chulpan’, his morning star, with the uplifting description of the steppe in connection with the landscape of his own soul was an indescribable experience. Through the life in the Kyrgyz Ail and through his grandmother, with whom Aitmatow grew up for a time, he was deeply rooted in the life of the nomads and learnt about the extremely rich oral storytelling tradition of the Kyrgyz. In his narrative, he shows the colourfulness and pronounced solidarity of nomadic life, which takes on a new meaning under the changed conditions (the side effects of modernity, changed infrastructure and systematisation). His basic humanist attitude is reflected throughout, and he is particularly critical of the problem of marriage, which fundamentally ignores the female part and places decision-making power in the hands of the parents and the future husband.

‘On the day I left, I went to the lake. I stood on the hill close to the water and said goodbye to the mountains of Tienshan and Issyk-Kul. Farewell, Issyk-Kul, my unfinished song! How I would love to take you with me, with your blue water and your yellow shores, but that is denied to me, just as I cannot take the love of my nearest and dearest with me. Farewell, Asselj! Farewell, you my poplar in the red headscarf! Be happy!’