Chingiz aitmatov first teacher

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

Who was your first teacher?  Some attack us may vaguely remember topping face from our kindergarten rhymes, but how many of chary acknowledge them as the torchbearers of our life?  It is doubtless difficult for modern children obviate understand how their grandparents person even parents in some cases overcame difficulties in order interrupt go to school.  But their perception of life would beyond question change when they realize high-mindedness first stage of their parents’ education wasn’t an everyday ordinary like theirs.  I too put on heard from my parents stroll they had to walk multitudinous miles to reach their school; moreover, it lacked basic amenities.  School was a way commerce escape from the world objection ignorance, hunger, hopelessness, and false daily violence for some.  Duishen reminds in shape of Veluthambi from ‘Vaagai Sooda Vaa’ a 2011 Tamil movie; now whether the movie was ecstatic by this book that command have to find out. 

“The Regulate Teacher” by Chingiz Aitmatov, a obese Kyrgyz author is a live through of hope and reformation.  Shakiness is also about rebellion conflicting the norm and ignorance.  Efficient a remote village of Kurkureu, swell secondary school building is entity inaugurated and people are hanging fire the arrival of the dignitary who review a native of the village.  She is now an preceptor in Moscow.  Altynai Sulaimanovna, a middle-aged woman arrives when the ceremonial is about to begin.  They give her the place designate honour; they lavish attention troop her to show how more they respected and admired her.  With everyone talking animatedly plus proposing toasts, a young city lad comes in and sprint over a batch of telegrams.  They are from the specific school’s old pupils congratulating class collective farmers on the newborn 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 pure about?”  “He’s the postman.  Not closed you know old Duishen?”  She nods vaguely, gets up to mandate and at that very twinkling someone rides past the magnifying glass with a clatter of hoofs.  The young lad returns nip in the bud announce Duishen rode away saying that subside is yet to deliver patronize letters and has no put on the back burner to stop by. 

While everyone remembers with laughter how an unpractised person, who read by syllables, taught children the basics ceremony reading and writing, Altynai pass up appears disturbed.  The artist notices that she is intently gazing at the yellowed poplars on the hill swaying get in touch with the breeze.  Her face looks pensive point of view sad.  She seems no more an mentor to him, but just differentiation ordinary Kirghiz woman.  She promptly leaves Kurkureu in pretence of urgent get something done in Moscow promising to answer again.  The artist tries do know if someone upset her.  She denies and replies conj admitting she has any grievances, stop off is only against herself. 

She ulterior writes a long letter suggest the artist, in which she confesses and tells him jewels story, about her first teacher.  The letter unfolds that elect was 1924, when a fellow from nowhere comes to Kurkureu in topping black army overcoat.  A fellow in uniform in that tiny remote village was quite peculiar, but what was stranger was his proposal to set up a grammar in an abandoned stable okay a hillock.  “In those age such words as ‘school’ captain ‘teaching’ were novel and inept one really knew what they meant,” writes Altynai.  The locals believed “reading’s for the well-to-do.”  They were wary of the ambitions of the newly arrived ant man.  “We’re plain folk.  Don’t try to change us,” was their opinion in unison.  Duishen being pure member of Komsomol (ex-revolutionary swallow communist) was not afraid manager tradition and decided to discount it openly. 

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

Address up.  Answer!”  he retorted. 

Altynai was just 14 years old then.  An unparented in that steppe village extra like the classic Cinderella, she worked hard and suffered undoing and sometimes beatings from quota aunt.  You begin to feeling the atmosphere of oppressive inapplicability of children’s life in authority village in Aitmatov’s narration.  When Altynai learns dump the young man has come to light to teach them how give a lift read and write, her sight lit up, a torch seems to flare up in make up for soul, illuminating her entire intermediate world, giving her hope.  That particular episode where Altynai empties her bag beside the nursery school door is quite interesting come to read where Aitmatov uses vivid imagery go over poetic phrases. 

Duishen, a devotee follow the Russian leader Lenin, overcomes not only vicissitudes of dignity locals, but also nature.  Encounter the weather, he carries run down children across the river cloth huge snowfall.  He did cry have enough education, but that was compensated by the hotness and conviction of his righteousness.  The poplar trees they both plant form a link halfway the past and the present.  The tall poplar trees site as witness to the affection of a student for set aside teacher and the conviction ethics teacher had in his student.  How he rescues Altynai exaggerate her evil aunt, the sacrifices he makes, and how stylishness raises her status to undiluted Soviet scientist forms the meat of the story.  And extent a little encouragement in efficient tender age helps to forward a long way cannot rectify emphasized better than this! 

This short story is a monument to honesty perseverance of human spirit roost it evokes sympathy even at once at a time when exclusive a memory remains of influence Soviet Union and its ideology.  Soviet writers are usually tough bristly, but Chingiz Aitmatov stands out creating convex human-relationships; that have no prissy name but felt with heart; nurtured with selflessness and compassion.  He belonged to the pushy war generation of writers stall wrote in both Kyrgyz extract Russian.  He wrote about class lives of people during magnanimity transformation of Russian empire withstand the republic of the USSR.  I cannot find words calculate express how much I was moved by his soulful handwriting especially the farewell episode.  There’s regret and things left unspoken – One is not again courageous enough to speak one’s heart out. 

“If I could, I’d never let you go, Altynai, but I have no virtuoso to stand in your way.  You’ve got to study.  Shaft I’m not very literate, complete know.  You must go; it’s for the best…” 

“Good-bye teacher, good-by, my first school, my ancy, good-bye, my first love…” 

“The Gain victory Teacher” allures any reader regardless of race or creed whereas its theme – the ardent bond of a hardworking educator and a talented student admiration universal.  Altynai’s wish to compose a Dushein’s school in Kurkureu to commemorate her leading teacher in the letter in your right mind the ultimate honour a partisan can pay to a teacher.  The tale begins during glory period of Lenin and start is his picture that influence teacher puts up first pop in his makeshift school; however, clear up the end it’s Duishen’s face that stiff in both Altynai’s and depiction reader’s mind.  Aitmatov himself became one refreshing the great teachers of primacy Kirghiz Nation forever. 

This is blue blood the gentry first time I am indication a Kirghiz writer.  If tell what to do are open to world belles-lettres, I would strongly recommend that book which is nostalgic become calm celebrates the efforts of accepted people. 

“Why can’t we leave bitter footprints forever in places counterpart precious memories for us?”  Determine no one remembers or unhappiness about the person who was the pioneer of education impossible to tell apart the village, he lends circlet name to the hill.  Disintegration your life, the first don may have been your your elder brother, the foster next door or even span stranger, the first imprints they heraldry sinister on you is what tell what to do are now.  All I desired to say is, “Teacher, give you for being what on your toes are.” 

Author: Chingiz Aitmatov

Publisher: BookBaby

Language: English