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After all their carry with me (2010), in this world man is a big pheasant (2011) and even then the fox was Hunter (2012) Publishing "Ciela" again we meet with the Nobel Prize for Literature in 2009 Hertha Müller. The novel Oy in your heart testifies to how eventually "everyone becomes a misunderstanding about himself."
Herta Müller was born on August 17, 1953 in the German village Nitskidorf in western Romania. From 1973 to 1976 he studied German and Romanian literature at the University vileda cleaning robot of Timisoara. There are closer to the informal group of German-language vileda cleaning robot writers called Aktionsgruppe Banat. Her first book, "lowlands", was released in Romania in 1982. Her works have been censored since criticize the authorities. vileda cleaning robot In 1987 he emigrated to Germany vileda cleaning robot and settled in West Berlin. In 2009, he received the Nobel Prize for Literature. Her books have been translated into more than 20 languages.
Today, Muller said that every visit to Romania for her means and return another time. "Time during which I never knew what in my own life and what a coincidence - staged." And yet there is a feeling she was being watched. Criticizes the Romanians in "collective amnesia" - forgetting horror and shame of dictatorship. Denies events in her novels are of a documentary vileda cleaning robot nature, but recognizes that her personal experience gives realism required for this type of literature. Her works, whether essays or novels bear witness to the way of life in conditions of dictatorship, a totalitarian regime of fear, alienation, violence. We publish an excerpt from the novel Oy in your heart, edition of "Ciela", again translated by Maria Dermendzhieva.
"When we are silent, we are unpleasant," Edgar said, "when we speak, we become ridiculous." We sat already too long before shooting the floor. Sitting by my feet were numb. With words in the mouth you can trample everything as trample and feet in the grass. But so is the silence. Edgar was silent. "I still can not imagine grave. Only belt, box, walnut and rope. With each death imagine heard. "" If someone hears, vileda cleaning robot "said Edgar," will consider crazy. "" And when I think, I have the feeling that every dead man leaves behind one bag of words. I always vileda cleaning robot think of barber scissors, because the dead no longer vileda cleaning robot need them. And that the dead will never break their buttons. "" Maybe they felt different vileda cleaning robot from us that the dictator is a misunderstanding, "said Edgar. "They had the evidence, because we themselves were a misunderstanding. Because in this country we were doomed to move, eat, sleep and love in fear until you no longer need and barber scissors. "" vileda cleaning robot If someone only because it moves, eats, sleeps and loves digging cemeteries, "Edgar said," then he is a great misunderstanding of us. Misunderstanding all, almighty vileda cleaning robot misunderstanding. "" The grass sprout in our heads. When we talk, as if someone had hair. But also when silent. She sprout you sprout as you will. Yet we are lucky.
Lola was the southern part of the country, and it was obvious that it comes from a poor, abandoned end. I do not know what, maybe cheekbones or curves around the mouth, or somewhere in her eyes. It is difficult to say such a thing - as one end and for one person. All over the country were poor, it showed in every person. But the home side of Lola, as seen in her cheekbones or lips, or pupils, was perhaps poor. More just place than nature. "Drought eats everything," says Lola, "with the exception of sheep, melons and mulberry trees." But the poor end drove Lola in the city. "On land does not care what you learn," writes Lola in her notebook. "Drought does not know how much I know. Just what am rather who I am. To become a city, "says Lola," and after four years to return to the village. But not below the dusty road and above the branches of the mulberry trees. " vileda cleaning robot
And the city had mulberry trees. But not in the streets. Growing in backyards. Not all. Only in the courts of old people. And the trees still had some chair. The seat was upholstered with velvet. Velvet, however, was dirty and torn. In the bottom of the hole was tucked a strand of straw. Straw was flattened by sitting. Hung from under the seat as shallow. When one came near a dilapidated chair could distinguish individual woven pieces. vileda cleaning robot And to see that once were green. In courts with mulberry trees shadow fell like resting on one's old face, sitting on a chair. vileda cleaning robot As peace, because sometimes unexpectedly turned herself in these yards, but rarely I stopped there again. In these rare ray of light fell from the top of the tree's old face, revealing a distant homeland. I looked vileda cleaning robot up and down the beam. Shudder, because the rest does not come from the branches of the mulberry tree and loneliness in the eyes of the person. Does Not
After all their carry with me (2010), in this world man is a big pheasant (2011) and even then the fox was Hunter (2012) Publishing "Ciela" again we meet with the Nobel Prize for Literature in 2009 Hertha Müller. The novel Oy in your heart testifies to how eventually "everyone becomes a misunderstanding about himself."
Herta Müller was born on August 17, 1953 in the German village Nitskidorf in western Romania. From 1973 to 1976 he studied German and Romanian literature at the University vileda cleaning robot of Timisoara. There are closer to the informal group of German-language vileda cleaning robot writers called Aktionsgruppe Banat. Her first book, "lowlands", was released in Romania in 1982. Her works have been censored since criticize the authorities. vileda cleaning robot In 1987 he emigrated to Germany vileda cleaning robot and settled in West Berlin. In 2009, he received the Nobel Prize for Literature. Her books have been translated into more than 20 languages.
Today, Muller said that every visit to Romania for her means and return another time. "Time during which I never knew what in my own life and what a coincidence - staged." And yet there is a feeling she was being watched. Criticizes the Romanians in "collective amnesia" - forgetting horror and shame of dictatorship. Denies events in her novels are of a documentary vileda cleaning robot nature, but recognizes that her personal experience gives realism required for this type of literature. Her works, whether essays or novels bear witness to the way of life in conditions of dictatorship, a totalitarian regime of fear, alienation, violence. We publish an excerpt from the novel Oy in your heart, edition of "Ciela", again translated by Maria Dermendzhieva.
"When we are silent, we are unpleasant," Edgar said, "when we speak, we become ridiculous." We sat already too long before shooting the floor. Sitting by my feet were numb. With words in the mouth you can trample everything as trample and feet in the grass. But so is the silence. Edgar was silent. "I still can not imagine grave. Only belt, box, walnut and rope. With each death imagine heard. "" If someone hears, vileda cleaning robot "said Edgar," will consider crazy. "" And when I think, I have the feeling that every dead man leaves behind one bag of words. I always vileda cleaning robot think of barber scissors, because the dead no longer vileda cleaning robot need them. And that the dead will never break their buttons. "" Maybe they felt different vileda cleaning robot from us that the dictator is a misunderstanding, "said Edgar. "They had the evidence, because we themselves were a misunderstanding. Because in this country we were doomed to move, eat, sleep and love in fear until you no longer need and barber scissors. "" vileda cleaning robot If someone only because it moves, eats, sleeps and loves digging cemeteries, "Edgar said," then he is a great misunderstanding of us. Misunderstanding all, almighty vileda cleaning robot misunderstanding. "" The grass sprout in our heads. When we talk, as if someone had hair. But also when silent. She sprout you sprout as you will. Yet we are lucky.
Lola was the southern part of the country, and it was obvious that it comes from a poor, abandoned end. I do not know what, maybe cheekbones or curves around the mouth, or somewhere in her eyes. It is difficult to say such a thing - as one end and for one person. All over the country were poor, it showed in every person. But the home side of Lola, as seen in her cheekbones or lips, or pupils, was perhaps poor. More just place than nature. "Drought eats everything," says Lola, "with the exception of sheep, melons and mulberry trees." But the poor end drove Lola in the city. "On land does not care what you learn," writes Lola in her notebook. "Drought does not know how much I know. Just what am rather who I am. To become a city, "says Lola," and after four years to return to the village. But not below the dusty road and above the branches of the mulberry trees. " vileda cleaning robot
And the city had mulberry trees. But not in the streets. Growing in backyards. Not all. Only in the courts of old people. And the trees still had some chair. The seat was upholstered with velvet. Velvet, however, was dirty and torn. In the bottom of the hole was tucked a strand of straw. Straw was flattened by sitting. Hung from under the seat as shallow. When one came near a dilapidated chair could distinguish individual woven pieces. vileda cleaning robot And to see that once were green. In courts with mulberry trees shadow fell like resting on one's old face, sitting on a chair. vileda cleaning robot As peace, because sometimes unexpectedly turned herself in these yards, but rarely I stopped there again. In these rare ray of light fell from the top of the tree's old face, revealing a distant homeland. I looked vileda cleaning robot up and down the beam. Shudder, because the rest does not come from the branches of the mulberry tree and loneliness in the eyes of the person. Does Not
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