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About the book “From the Darkness of Ages” by Idris Bazorkin
Idris Bazorkin is a famous Ingush writer, playwright and public figure. His book “From the Darkness of Ages” is considered the most significant work of Ingush literature and has long become a classic. For many years the master hatched the idea of his future novel. He constantly collected material, sometimes without even having a clear idea of what his idea would lead to. And finally, in 1968, the first publication of the author's epic novel took place. This work is very useful to read as an encyclopedia of the life of the Ingush people from the second half of the 19th century to the beginning of the 20th century.
Idris Bazorkin’s book “From the Darkness of Ages” is a work written on a historical basis, depicting the numerous life hardships and trials that befell the Ingush people in the late 19th - early 20th centuries. The author describes the history of his homeland through the example of the main characters, who were forced to struggle with poverty and all kinds of disasters - the terrifying consequences of the arbitrariness of the royal authorities.
The novel “From the Darkness of Ages” is a story about ordinary people living in difficult times. The main value for them is their native land, on which they live and work, receiving food and shelter from it in return. And this most precious property of the Ingush is made a cruel attempt by the tsar’s entourage, mercilessly driving the peasants from the land of their fathers and taking away all their few property. Against the backdrop of all these unimaginable disasters and blatant injustice, popular discontent begins to grow.
Personally being an eyewitness and participant in most of the events of that era, Idris Bazorkin with great skill describes the features of life, way of life, traditions and customs of the Ingush people, which gives the story an unforgettable national flavor. The novel depicts pagan priests and various religious rituals common in Ingushetia at that time in a very reliable and picturesque manner. However, the author pays the greatest attention in the book to the documentary background of the work and to those personalities and events that directly laid its foundations. Against the backdrop of historical vicissitudes, the life of ordinary people is shown, ready to fight and resist all troubles and misfortunes in the name of preserving their family and protecting their native land. Thus, the novel “From the Darkness of Ages” will be interesting to read both for those interested in the history of the 19th and 20th centuries, and for lovers of piercing and exciting narratives.
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Quotes from the book “From the Darkness of Ages” by Idris Bazorkin
Do you want to take revenge with your tongue? The tongue is a woman's weapon. Go put on a skirt.
Idris Bazorkin
From the darkness of centuries
“This book is not an encyclopedia of the life of the Ingush people over the past century. It will talk about the formation of personality, about the struggle of characters in the context of significant historical events, about the people who created this history.
Idris Bazorkin. 1968
...And the life of the people is immortal, no matter what happens to them.
Nikolai Tikhonov.
SOLO Snowy peaks,
huge rocks,
from the creation of the world
in chaos rising to the sky,
dense forests,
boiling streams of noisy rivers,
meadows covered in a rainbow of blooms
and the aroma of herbs,
and a proud man
ready to die for friendship,
honor, freedom, -
all this since time immemorial
named in the poetry of the people
the country of epics
and the name - Caucasus!
In many languages
human speech sounds here.
A brotherhood of many nations lives here.
When did they come, where and why?..
No one will answer this for people.
Or maybe they have been here forever?
Among the spurs of the mountains there is Blue Lake in Chechnya.
The stars and the moon swim there,
and dawn - with the onset of dawn.
The reflection of the ancients drowned in it...
On its hidden shores
scientists found
site of primitive settlers.
At hearths lit by lightning,
silhouettes frozen in the darkness of centuries...
What did they see?
What did they think
the fate of future generations?
They are silent. No answer.
Only speculation about the past tells...
That was twenty thousand years ago!
Or maybe these were our ancestors?
Strabo and Pliny; Moses of Korea
left names for the world
people who were once in the Caucasus.
And through the mists of three thousand years
the names of our peoples arose.
For centuries we have inherited the rocks,
on these rocks there are stone towers,
burial grounds of the silent dead...
Where is the imprint of a person's brush,
where the sun sign is a symbol of the movements of the world,
where is the turium horn on the faded walls
We were told sparingly about our ancestors.
But there was another keeper of secrets - language!
Always alive and strong
not subject to decay or battles
the tongue is the sage of my people.
It contains the memory of past days
and the song of the nightingale.
It preserves the myth about Teishabaine,
a tale about Batu - the grandson of Genghis Khan -
and about the battles with Timur the Lame,
conquered the world, but not these mountains!
The tongue told me how difficult it was for the grandfathers,
like their courage and love for freedom
our lives continued until these days...
And yet the unliterate people are almost mute.
This is how he was from the creation of the world
before this century on earth.
And now our century has come -
century of triumph of progress,
searching for thoughts of bright, joyful hopes!
From now on
our people will have no secrets.
Legends will not die for the future,
tragedies, victories and love.
The sign of the times is different. Another life flows.
He who looks closely sees a lot.
He who listens speaks with time.
Old people have lengthened my years.
They took me yesterday.
By tomorrow
we're leaving together
following
leaving this story
About,
how the people came out of the darkness.
Chapter first
The setting sun illuminated the cliffs of Tsey Loma, which form a wall around tiny terraces of arable land. In the middle of these lands rises a block of stone. Hundreds, and maybe thousands of years ago, it broke away from the mountain and froze here, halfway to the abyss, crushing an entire mountain field under itself. In the old days, songs were written about her. But time has left people with only the legend that the great sledge Seska-Solsa brought this rock down on his enemies in anger. That’s why it’s called the Seska-Solsa rock.
Idris Bazorkin
From the darkness of centuries
“This book is not an encyclopedia of the life of the Ingush people over the past century. It will talk about the formation of personality, about the struggle of characters in the context of significant historical events, about the people who created this history.
Idris Bazorkin. 1968
...And the life of the people is immortal, no matter what happens to them.
Nikolai Tikhonov.
SOLO Snowy peaks,
huge rocks,
from the creation of the world
in chaos rising to the sky,
dense forests,
boiling streams of noisy rivers,
meadows covered in a rainbow of blooms
and the aroma of herbs,
and a proud man
ready to die for friendship,
honor, freedom, -
all this since time immemorial
named in the poetry of the people
the country of epics
and the name - Caucasus!
In many languages
human speech sounds here.
A brotherhood of many nations lives here.
When did they come, where and why?..
No one will answer this for people.
Or maybe they have been here forever?
Among the spurs of the mountains there is Blue Lake in Chechnya.
The stars and the moon swim there,
and dawn - with the onset of dawn.
The reflection of the ancients drowned in it...
On its hidden shores
scientists found
site of primitive settlers.
At hearths lit by lightning,
silhouettes frozen in the darkness of centuries...
What did they see?
What did they think
the fate of future generations?
They are silent. No answer.
Only speculation about the past tells...
That was twenty thousand years ago!
Or maybe these were our ancestors?
Strabo and Pliny; Moses of Korea
left names for the world
people who were once in the Caucasus.
And through the mists of three thousand years
the names of our peoples arose.
For centuries we have inherited the rocks,
on these rocks there are stone towers,
burial grounds of the silent dead...
Where is the imprint of a person's brush,
where the sun sign is a symbol of the movements of the world,
where is the turium horn on the faded walls
We were told sparingly about our ancestors.
But there was another keeper of secrets - language!
Always alive and strong
not subject to decay or battles
the tongue is the sage of my people.
It contains the memory of past days
and the song of the nightingale.
It preserves the myth about Teishabaine,
a tale about Batu - the grandson of Genghis Khan -
and about the battles with Timur the Lame,
conquered the world, but not these mountains!
The tongue told me how difficult it was for the grandfathers,
like their courage and love for freedom
our lives continued until these days...
And yet the unliterate people are almost mute.
This is how he was from the creation of the world
before this century on earth.
And now our century has come -
century of triumph of progress,
searching for thoughts of bright, joyful hopes!
From now on
our people will have no secrets.
Legends will not die for the future,
tragedies, victories and love.
The sign of the times is different. Another life flows.
He who looks closely sees a lot.
He who listens speaks with time.
Old people have lengthened my years.
They took me yesterday.
By tomorrow
we're leaving together
following
leaving this story
About,
how the people came out of the darkness.
Chapter first
The setting sun illuminated the cliffs of Tsey Loma, which form a wall around tiny terraces of arable land. In the middle of these lands rises a block of stone. Hundreds, and maybe thousands of years ago, it broke away from the mountain and froze here, halfway to the abyss, crushing an entire mountain field under itself. In the old days, songs were written about her. But time has left people with only the legend that the great sledge Seska-Solsa brought this rock down on his enemies in anger. That’s why it’s called the Seska-Solsa rock.
It was the end of the cuckoo month, and the mountaineers were preparing for field work. Autumn showers and winter snow slides deposit stones on arable lands and meadows. Without removing them, you can neither plow nor mow. And Dawley has been walking along the slope for the third day now and dragging cobblestones to the edge of the field, where over many centuries entire mounds have grown from such stones. When it is a long walk to the mound, Dawley places stones on the edge of the boundary, leveling the low side of the terrace. The third day she is at work alone, because the meat prepared in the fall has run out, the barley flour is running out, and her husband has gone into the blue rocks, to the snowy peaks, to get tur or chamois.
Dawley was tired, the stones scratched her hands. My back aches, and there is still so much work ahead! They will have to fertilize their plots this year. For three years Dawley had been collecting manure, and now she had to carry it in baskets and scatter it on the arable land. Otherwise, the earth will no longer give birth.
All this was normal for her. But now Dawley was expecting a child. Sometimes the work got out of hand. She was afraid to pick up large stones from the ground. After all, the gods have already taken two children to themselves. The husband reproached her for not having an heir.
Five years ago, when the tsar ordered the Ingush to be driven out of their flat villages back to the mountains, Doley, along with others, came here to these grandfather’s bare towers. The house and everything they had remained in the village of Angusht, surrounded by green gardens. And here we had to lift not only manure, but also soil onto the fields. There was no one to look after the children. In the first year, we barely reaped what we sowed. Winter in the tower was like in a stone bag, then hunger... The children became weak. And when in the spring they had to get food for themselves in the forest, eating various herbs, they withered and died one after another.
Dawley has had no children since then. Her husband, who became a Muslim as a child, once brought her some water he had spoken from the mullah, bought her some amulet, but nothing helped. The old women explained this by saying that she had been spoiled by a “change of life,” and advised her to turn to the help of the local gods. Dawley obeyed. She secretly went to the village of Kek, where in front of the temple of fertility of the divine Tusholi there was a stone pillar - a sign of male power. She pushed a triangular cake with an image of a cross into the window of the temple and lit a homemade candle in a niche, then, falling on her knees in front of the stone statue, showed him her bare breasts and begged him to send children. And here is the fruit of her prayer, her hope lives under her heart.
There are stories that no one knows. There are peoples that not many people know about. But this does not mean that these peoples have nothing to tell - most often the opposite is true. What a miracle this book is. A book is not only a friend and a storehouse of knowledge; a book is also a guide, a mediator, a companion. Books are good and not so good, and there are also books that open up a new world for you. Because of this discovery, the book will remain in the memory for a long time - after all, there are few such books. A book by an Ingush writer Idris Bazorkina From the darkness of centuries is just one of those books.
“Whoever does not know how to look into his future will not find anything in his past.”
From the darkness of centuries is an epic novel about the life of the Galgai from the sixties of the nineteenth century to the formation of the Soviet Union. The author himself says this about the book:
“This book is not an encyclopedia of the life of the Ingush people over the past century. It will talk about the formation of personality, about the struggle of characters in the context of significant historical events, about the people who created this history.
Idris Bazorkin.
What can I say about the book... I read it for three days (and three nights) - I didn’t want to sleep at all. For several nights I began to have dreams related to the plot of the novel. From this you can guess how impressed I was with the book. Idris Bazorkin wrote his main work in Russian, so I was lucky enough to read the original. The language of the novel is very beautiful, bright, lively, emotional - just like the poem at the beginning of the book... The same can be said about the plot of the book and its characters. I was especially impressed by the main character of the novel - Kaloy. I will say more: this is one of the best heroes in fiction that I have had the pleasure of “knowing.” Strong, kind, generous, brave, fair, beautiful... the author did not spare good qualities for his main character. And although Mr. seemed too strong and sometimes his exploits resembled a fairy tale, this is exactly the kind of hero needed for a novel that tells about an entire people. It seems to me that Kaloy is all the best that the Ingush people have - he has absorbed all their best qualities. Describing several Ingush families, their friendship (and enmity), their way of life and traditions, the writer was able to convey the character of an entire people. And the most important thing is to tell their story. And although this is a historical novel (which is very difficult for me), this book was easy to read from the very beginning. Very, very interesting and unusual story! I think I lived with this book for several days. And what epic, but at the same time simple heroes in this book!.. The fate of each of them is unusual and difficult.
A people about whom you knew practically nothing before becomes so close... so understandable. And you understand once again that there are so many wonderful things in the World! So many interesting and different people and nations! People unlike you who have experienced and are experiencing the same thing as you. I consider the absolute advantage of the book to be the author’s love for his people, which was felt in his words and his knowledge of history, of course.
“Yes,” said Inaluk, sighing, “Allah gave all the intelligence on earth to Christians!”
“But in the next world we will forever be in heaven, and they are in hell!” answered Kaloy.
“We don’t know anything about this...” Inaluk said thoughtfully.
- How do you not know? And the Koran?
“Very simple,” Inaluk answered. — This is the car I just saw and touched. And we will find out what is in the next world when we die. But it seems to me that the one who on earth comes up with such things as this cart, on which a whole village with things and livestock can leave at a time, will come up with something good for himself in the next world!
“In front of me, I beg you, don’t say that,” Kaloy said seriously. - This is the beginning of disbelief. And all our troubles are only because of him.
Inaluk did not object to him.
(excerpt from a book)
Now I doubt the objectivity of my assessment of the novel, and it even seems to me that I would have written even more enthusiastic words (although this seems impossible to you, I know) about this book if not for her ending. But I understand the author - he published the book in times of strict censorship. But, nevertheless, I believe that the book could have been ended in a completely different way... that is, from a different angle. What a pity... yesterday it seemed to me that this was one of the best books I had read, but today, having read the book to the end, I no longer think so. The book is amazing, colorful, yes, but the ending of the book is sacred to me. And a bad ending can diminish even those impressions; the great sympathy that I felt for the main character. ...Well, that's just the ending - and that's just a few pages at the end. All other pages of the book are worthy of your attention. I would even say that this book should be read by everyone who is interested in the World and people.
Amazing book... 10 out of 10.
PS.... And the life of the people is immortal, no matter what happens to them.
(c) Nikolai Tikhonov.
PS2. Thank you, Alikhan.
