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Ivan Vazov

Born 1850 in Sopot in a religious and patriarchal family . Pupil of Khristo Botev's father in Kalofer and later of Joakim Gruev in Plovdiv. Emigrant in Romania, 1870-1877. Published poems in Kravelov's paper Svoboda and in Drumev's Periodichesko spisanie, met Petko Slaveikov, Konstatin Velichkov and other emigrants. Was in Sopt during the uprising of 1876. During the Russo-Turkish war of 1877-78, Vazov embarked upon half library, half bureaucratic career that will continue for the next tenty years.

One of the most prolific Bulgarian writers and poets and the first recognized classic of the new Bulgarian literature. His master piece Pod igoto (Under the Yoke) was crated in the 1880's, and is compared to Tolstoi's Voina i mir. The Epopeia na zabravenite was Vazov's master piece in poetry. Most of the poems in the Epopeia are dedicated to individuals, but they are always depicted against the background of the Bulgarian nation.

see also

Vazov, Ivan Minchov, Britannica Online

Turkish influence in Bulgarian

Ivan Vazov

De e Bqlgariya


 

Pitat li me de zorata

mey ogryala pqrvi pqt,

pitat li me dey zemyata,

shto nay lyubya na sveta?

 

Tamo az shte otgovorya,

de se beliy Dunav ley,

de ot iztok Cherno more,

se buntuva i svetley.

 

Tamo, de se vqzvishava

gorda Stara planina,

de Marica tiho shava

iz Trakiyska ravnina.

 

Tam, de Vardar prez polyata

mqten ley se i shumi,

de na Rila grey glavata

i pri Ohridski vqlni.

 

Tam, de dnes e zla nevolya,

de narodqt i mqchenik,

deto plachat i se molyat

se na sqhtya ezik.

 

Tam roden sqm! Tam dedi mi

dnes pochivat pod zemlya

tam gqrmyalo tyahno ime

v mir i v brannite polya.

 

Do chukarite Karpatski

e stigala tyahna vlast

i stenite Carigradski

treperali sa togaz.

 

Vijte Tqrnovo, Preslava -

tiya jalni susipni:

na preminalata slava

pametnici sa oni!

 

Bqlgariyo draga, mila,

zemlya pqlna s dobrini,

zemlya, shto si me kqrmila,

moyat poklon priemi!

 

Lyubya tvoite balkani,

tvoyte reki i gori,

tvoyte veseli polyani,

de Bog vsichko naspori;

 

tvoyte mqki i stradan'ya

tvoyta slavna starina,

tvoite vuzpominan'ya,

tvoyta svetla bqdnina.

 

Deto azi i da traya -

za teb mislya i gorya,

v teb rodih se i jelaya

v teb svoboden da umra.


Last modified: September 25, 1997

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