We All Are Children of The Planet Named The Earth Жигжитжапов Бато 10В СОШ №2 с УИОП г. Улан-Удэ
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The municipal essay contest in foreign languages

for secondary schools’ students of Ulan-Ude

“We All Are Children of The Planet Named The Earth”

Written by: Bato Zhigzhitzhapov

Secondary school №2

Grade: the 10th B

November, 2016

In you there’s the glory of my nation, the soul of its boundless steppes

A poplar leaf fell slowly on my eyes full of tears

And I thought to myself: “Is the heart of a man

 As simple as this?” – And immediately answered

 My own question with “No”.

     I would like to acquaint you with one of the brightest poets that I have ever known. His name is Namzhil Nimbuev and he has made a great contribution to the Buryat culture, as well as to the Russian one. His life was horribly short,  he died when he was only 20. Even though he didn’t live a long life, Namzhil left us a big amount of priceless poems, songs and other forms of literature. The way he wrote his fantastic poems is called verse libre, that’s why the majority of his poems don’t rhyme but they allow you to enter his beautiful colorful world, the fantasy that Namzhil created. The way he viewed the world around him and his unique artistic talent let him achieve incredible height and filled his poetry with extraordinarily rich metaphors.

     The most obvious and logical thing to do is to start with his biography. He was born on the 11th of June, 1948 in the family of a popular Buryat poet Chirab Nimbuev. Namzhil’s talent exposed itself in his early childhood and in the 7th grade he was honored with an award “For an active participation in literature competitions and high achievements in studying”. The award was a ticket to a USSR-wide pioneer camp called “Artek”, where he became a winner of a poetry contest. His poem “Get your hands away from Africa” made him the prize-winner. After finishing school he worked for the newspaper “Buryatia’s Youth” and in a year he entered the Maxim Gorky literature university in Moscow where he was studying thoroughly for three years. There he wrote the main part of his masterpieces (As Namzhil said himself there were about 11 thousands lines!). Several songs, some stories, one –act play “Cherry Blossoms”, a novel “Boys with bows” in collaboration with O. Mandzhiev and other works were created by the talented poet. In 1971 Namzhil passed away, though he will stay in peoples’ hearts forever. After his death a collection of his poems titled as “The Tamed Lightnings” was issued by the Buryat publishing house. Later on it was republished more than once.

      To my mind, each of Namzhil’s poems displays his enchanting contradictory inner world full of unexpected metaphors, comparisons, phonetic symphony of lines, musical content of the author’s emotions. Namzhil Nimbuev was convinced that his gift was not for pleasure, but it was his hardest duty. He said, “The most difficult thing is to be kind as a child, wise as the Sayan mountains, pure as the crystal waters of the Baikal. I prefer a short life to a miserable existence, an endless sequence of unbearable dull days.”

      Namzhil lived in Ulan-Ude, but the most exciting poems were devoted to the Buryat nature. He admired the steppes with their wild thick covering, he exposed the smells of tiny bright flowers and the cries of birds in the abyss of the boundless bright sky. It’s amazing to feel the speed of a running herd of horses with their manes mixing together towards the faraway freedom. It’s unbearable to watch the loneliness of his contradictory soul suffering deeply because of the unaccepted love. Only Namzhil was able to transfer the melody of rain drops beating at the window. It was a single easy-hurting soul that sang a song to a fragile beauty of a Buryat girl. His poetry is soaked with an exquisite Buryat mentality and emotions.