Литературный нобель - Иван Бунин - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

He prepares himself, starting with a “solar blow”, with “Mitina Love”, such a story as “Ida”, “Son”, “Ignat” and so on, to “Dark Alleys”. He generally believed that “dark alleys” is the best that he created. You can argue. You can, of course, disagree. But the fact that he studied and studied, and invited us to decipher this love as a grammar of love, and the grammar of a stranger, probably a language that is not all of us, because this is what is dumbfounded. Here in the "Dark Alleys", after all, there are a lot of texts, starting from the first, which, in fact, also very much resemble some things. The plot of a late meeting and remorse of a man who did not manage to bring his love to some excellent completion in time. And Bunin comes to this understanding - a moment of love replenishes the whole subsequent life. He has a moment and eternity, he mights these, with this he does not look like anyone. In Russian literature, too, this was not the case.

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He introduces a category of memory into Russian literature as an aesthetic category, because he has a small text “The Origin of my stories”, which is born from a purely visual imagination that visits it. The story "Lyuba" is born. After all, when they appeared for the first time in Russia, there were no three stories there at all, because even for the 1970s they were impossible, as far as ... In America, they asked him to exclude some phrases because they were so ... frank. Moreover, Bunin knows how to do this, without using such words, it is filigree skill. But we understand this abyss that these people fall into.