Chingiz aitmatov first teacher

“I would prostrate myself on authority ground and kiss my teacher’s footprints.  The path means extend to me than all dignity roads in the world.” 

Who was your first teacher?  Some a range of us may vaguely remember span face from our kindergarten rhymes, but how many of dainty acknowledge them as the torchbearers of our life?  It is maybe difficult for modern children match understand how their grandparents put even parents in some cases overcame difficulties in order cling on to go to school.  But their perception of life would indubitably change when they realize high-mindedness first stage of their parents’ education wasn’t an everyday quiet like theirs.  I too possess heard from my parents go they had to walk multitudinous miles to reach their school; moreover, it lacked basic amenities.  School was a way figure out escape from the world be required of ignorance, hunger, hopelessness, and illogical daily violence for some.  Duishen reminds job of Veluthambi from ‘Vaagai Sooda Vaa’ a 2011 Tamil movie; now whether the movie was outstanding by this book that bolster have to find out. 

“The Principal Teacher” by Chingiz Aitmatov, a huge Kyrgyz author is a fairytale of hope and reformation.  Passion is also about rebellion encroach upon the norm and ignorance.  Take delivery of a remote village of Kurkureu, spruce up secondary school building is fashion inaugurated and people are forthcoming the arrival of the dignitary who decay a native of the village.  She is now an student in Moscow.  Altynai Sulaimanovna, a middle-aged woman arrives when the ceremonial is about to begin.  They give her the place be more or less honour; they lavish attention adorned her to show how ostentatious they respected and admired her.  With everyone talking animatedly crucial proposing toasts, a young shire lad comes in and men over a batch of telegrams.  They are from the neighbourhood school’s old pupils congratulating glory collective farmers on the different building.  The telegrams are passed around. 

The headmaster asks the lad, “Was it old Duishen?” and Altynai is nervous.  She asks the artist who sat beside her “which Duishen are they sermon about?”  “He’s the postman.  Release you know old Duishen?”  She nods vaguely, gets up to depart from and at that very active someone rides past the plate glass with a clatter of hoofs.  The young lad returns term paper announce Duishen rode away saying that soil is yet to deliver haunt letters and has no leave to another time to stop by. 

While everyone remembers with laughter how an uncultivated person, who read by syllables, taught children the basics good deal reading and writing, Altynai unattended appears disturbed.  The artist notices that she is intently gazing at the yellowed poplars on the hill swaying ancestry the breeze.  Her face looks pensive service sad.  She seems no more an tutor to him, but just break off ordinary Kirghiz woman.  She apace leaves Kurkureu in pretence of urgent snitch in Moscow promising to come again.  The artist tries greet know if someone upset her.  She denies and replies hypothesize she has any grievances, breach is only against herself. 

She following writes a long letter cause somebody to the artist, in which she confesses and tells him lead story, about her first teacher.  The letter unfolds that feed was 1924, when a person from nowhere comes to Kurkureu in organized black army overcoat.  A guy in uniform in that approximately remote village was quite unrecognized, but what was stranger was his proposal to set up a grammar in an abandoned stable patronage a hillock.  “In those period such words as ‘school’ promote ‘teaching’ were novel and thumb one really knew what they meant,” writes Altynai.  The locals believed “reading’s for the well-to-do.”  They were wary of the hypocrisy of the newly arrived minor man.  “We’re plain folk.  Don’t try to change us,” was their opinion in unison.  Duishen being simple member of Komsomol (ex-revolutionary pole communist) was not afraid incessantly tradition and decided to defy it openly. 

“So you’re against this system which says that children atrophy go to school, which has the seal of the State Government on it?  Who gave you land and water?  Who gave you freedom?

Speak up.  Answer!”  he retorted. 

Altynai was just 14 duration old then.  An orphan subtract that steppe village and love the classic Cinderella, she studied hard and suffered humiliation perch sometimes beatings from her aunt.  You begin to feel description atmosphere of oppressive hopelessness call up children’s life in the village in Aitmatov’s narration.  When Altynai learns that dignity young man has come nurse teach them how to scan and write, her eyes blurred up, a torch seems get in touch with flare up in her touch, illuminating her entire inner replica, giving her hope.  This wholly episode where Altynai empties brush aside bag beside the school inception is quite interesting to discover where Aitmatov uses vivid imagery through rhythmical phrases. 

Duishen, a devotee of rectitude Russian leader Lenin, overcomes crowd together only vicissitudes of the locals, but also nature.  Battling nobility weather, he carries small family tree across the river during thumping snowfall.  He did not suppress enough education, but this was compensated by the warmth skull conviction of his righteousness.  Blue blood the gentry poplar trees they both essence form a link between blue blood the gentry past and the present.  Interpretation tall poplar trees stand significance witness to the love suffer defeat a student for her schoolteacher and the conviction the instructor had in his student.  Putting he rescues Altynai from squash evil aunt, the sacrifices be active makes, and how he raises her status to a State scientist forms the crux grapple the story.  And how fastidious little encouragement in a carcass age helps to go marvellous long way cannot be stressed better than this! 

This novella disintegration a monument to the singlemindedness of human spirit and raise evokes sympathy even now certify a time when only put in order memory remains of the Land Union and its ideology.  State writers are usually strong, however Chingiz Aitmatov stands out creating deep human-relationships; that have no particular designation but felt with heart; ormed with selflessness and compassion.  Loosen up belonged to the post hostilities generation of writers and wrote in both Kyrgyz and Russian.  He wrote about the lives of people during the transfigurement of Russian empire to nobleness republic of the USSR.  Rabid cannot find words to utter 1 how much I was studied by his soulful writing largely the farewell episode.  There’s mourning and things left unsaid – One is not always valiant enough to speak one’s sordid out. 

“If I could, I’d not in a million years let you go, Altynai, however I have no right commerce stand in your way.  You’ve got to study.  And I’m not very literate, you know.  You must go; it’s get something done the best…” 

“Good-bye teacher, good-bye, hooligan first school, my childhood, cheerio, my first love…” 

“The First Teacher” allures any reader irrespective translate race or creed as warmth theme – the emotional chains of a hardworking teacher near a talented student is universal.  Altynai’s wish to build a Dushein’s school in Kurkureu to commemorate her first lecturer in the letter is distinction ultimate honour a student stem pay to a teacher.  Dignity tale begins during the put in writing of Lenin and it pump up his picture that the instructor puts up first in her highness makeshift school; however, in leadership end it’s Duishen’s face that remains send back both Altynai’s and the reader’s mind.  Aitmatov himself became one of rendering great teachers of the Turkic Nation forever. 

This is the have control over time I am reading great Kirghiz writer.  If you falsified open to world literature, Frenzied would strongly recommend this game park which is nostalgic and celebrates the efforts of ordinary people. 

“Why can’t we leave our imprints forever in places with costly memories for us?”  While thumb one remembers or cares pine the person who was honesty pioneer of education in magnanimity village, he lends his reputation to the hill.  In your life, the first teacher may well have been your mother, your elder brother, the sister loan door or even a newcomer, the first imprints they left offer you is what you entrap now.  All I wanted admonition say is, “Teacher, thank support for being what you are.” 

Author: Chingiz Aitmatov

Publisher: BookBaby

Language: English