I was introduced to Russian literature by the classic film “Dr. Zhivago”. I watched the movie in one sitting for over three hours and was in romance for several days (now as I write this, feelings are coming again). A few days after watching the movie, I decided to watch the movie again. One cold night, I made a cup of Joshandha to relieve my heavy cold and sat down to watch the movie. I watched the movie again and spent a long time in the cold region of Russia. Keep rotating
The plot of the Novel “Doctor Zhivago”
The plot of the film was based on the famous Russian writer Boris Pasternak’s Nobel Prize-winning novel “Dr. Zhaogo”, so I searched Google for the novel and found it available online in PDF format, but I did not find it. I was looking for the publisher who used to order at the first opportunity in the morning, after a little effort he got it too, ordered the next day, got the novel on the third day.
When I read the novel, I was addicted to it for many days. Sometimes the Bolshevik wandered in dreams with the revolutionaries, sometimes he was amazed by the beauty of the snow-covered field from the moving train in this novel. He used to see the hope in the eyes of the Russian farmers in the fields. Wandering in the never-ending forests for many hours. One such day I walked towards Lake Baikal. The whistle of the train says come back, let’s go to the next floor, the heartbeat says, get down in the waters of the lake, if I had not woken up from the dream, it would not have been a secret, that I was back on the train I forgot to swim.
In Moscow, when the moon rises, its light covers everything with its own color. Pillar buildings spread their shadows on the ground like a white carpet. Suppose that on a moonlit night, thick layers of snow rest on the ground. Borrow the dim light from the moon, the streets of the revolution, the open windows of the houses. That light has become a nightmare and is clinging to the bodies like glass. Eat grain ears in the garden. Let a romantic voice fill this romantic and legendary silence with a song. The scent from all sides to the paths where there was only war, revolution, destruction, destruction, shelling, flames of fire. Tsar Russia was counting its breaths. Far away, a group of workers was singing.
Goodbye, goodbye factory
Goodbye O machines and ears Goodbye
The owner’s bread is now stale for me
And I’m just tired of drinking water
A swan is swimming by the river
Its swimming is making waves in the water
Alcohol does not shake my footsteps
St. Petersburg spring, melting snow, the smell of butter and wine in the air, ducks descending into the rivers, silent station, walnut orchards, pine, and wild cherry forest, swinging trees, song of birds, song of bubbles, soaked with dew Grass
Everyone sang their old Russian folk song.
When he blows the whistle like a bubble
When he makes a loud noise in the forest
The grass begins to tremble
The flower petals are scattered
The dark forest bends to the ground
The Great Revolution
Dr. Zhivago is undoubtedly a masterpiece of Boris Pasternak. In which many years of the Great Revolution have been written in six hundred pages in such detail and detail that you would have traveled all over Russia and met all the characters yourself. In this novel, each character had his own story, which was influenced in one way or another by the Bolshevik revolution. There is hardly a class of people who have not been touched by this revolutionary dust.
That is why the novel was chosen by the Nobel Prize committee in Stockholm, Sweden in 1958. Millions of copies were sold, and several editions were printed. But the aspect of the revolution that was the subject of this novel caused the slogans of the traitors to be heard all over the country. The demand for deportation gained momentum. Boris Pasternak expressed his love for the homeland in an appeal to the government. Whose words were
“I consider my birth, my life, and my name and work all to be a blessing of Russia. I don’t think I can have any status outside of Russia, apart from Russia. No matter what mistake I made, I never thought I would find myself at the center of a political campaign. Living outside the motherland, moving away from its borders, is nothing less than death to me. I plead that I should not be forced to leave the country and that this harsh action, this punishment should not be tried on me. I can put my hand on my heart and say that I have done a little service to Soviet literature and I can continue to be useful to it. ”
Boris was primarily anti-war. He also openly expressed his views on World War II. Write countless poems. Boris took a clear stand. He thought that the era of revolution had passed, that the era of turmoil and disorder was no more, that a new force was emerging without being seen. Silently as grass grows on the ground. This power is growing like fruit and this power is being created in the youth. The significance of this era is that new freedom is emerging.
An everlasting tale of love for the homeland and the love that flourished in the great revolution of human history, the story of a doctor who fought hard on all fronts of life, keeping his promise even in the changing circumstances like the weather.