Maung Tun Thu - Nadya

I don’t think readers will forget the novels Camille and Camin, which I returned to Myanmar about fifteen or twenty years ago. Both novels are French novels that have become famous in the world literature in their own way. Camille is a love story about a beautiful woman who comes to Paris from a village and becomes the mistress of an old duke. The beautiful woman goes from being a mistress to a happy woman who lives in the high society. Through this, she encounters a heartbreaking tragedy when she meets the person she truly loves. The novel has become known as a “classic love story” in the world literature.

When it was translated and published in Burmese, it became a romance novel that was greatly enjoyed by most Burmese readers.

The novel Carmen is also a love story like Kimmy Lee. The character is also a low-class character like Kimmy Lee. Carmen is a gypsy girl. She is a gypsy girl who lives in a nomadic household and is involved in criminal activities. She is very pretty and beautiful. However, her character is very bad. She lies, cheats, steals, and hides. She also has the courage to kill someone.

I don't know if it's a creation of fate, but a police officer enters Karmin's life. The police officer is madly in love with Karmin. He wants Karmin to escape from the world of crime. However, because of Karmin, the police officer becomes a criminal. In the end, the two of them face a tragic end. Karmin's novel has also penetrated and become famous not only in the French literary world, but also in the world of literature.

The original title of this novel, now called " Nadya", was Nadezhda Kolye Yevna . This is the name of the main character of the novel. According to Russian custom, when close friends are in contact with each other, they do not use their full names, but rather use abbreviations. In this novel, the girl is called Nadya by those close to her. That is why I named this novel Nadya. Nadya is an interesting love story, just like Kimilly and Karin.

Nadya is a Russian novel. It is not a long novel. It is a short story. However, depending on the time and circumstances, this short story was interpreted as a short story. The author of this novel is the Russian writer V. S. Logarshin (1855-1888). In other words, it is a short story.

Vygorshin was a contemporary writer who emerged at the same time as Dostoevsky, Tolstoy, and Chekhov Turgenev. He was close to them and shared similar views, according to Russian literary critics.

Garshin did not write long novels like his fellow writers. He was ill from childhood, and therefore was not able to write as much as he thought he would. Between 1877 and 1887, he wrote eleven short stories. These eleven are recognized as outstanding works not only by Russian literary critics, but also by world literary critics. Indeed, his short stories are outstanding works. Born in 1855, Garshin died in 1888, making him only 33 years old at the time of his death.

This novel, Nadya, is a love story. It is a love triangle between two painters and a beautiful woman. Critics say that this novel is very successful in portraying the characters' personalities. How true this claim is is up to the readers to decide.

In any case, I think this novel by Nadezhda Nikolayev, or Nadya, is a novel that Burmese readers will enjoy.

Maung Tun Thu

September 13, 1999

 

1

I have been wanting to write a memoir for a long time. I have a reason for wanting to take up the pen. As far as I know, some people write about their personal experiences. Because their stories are interesting because they are intertwined with history. Others want to relive the happy days of their childhood. Others want to write about people who have passed away, to gossip and slander them. By doing so, they want to defend themselves against accusations that many people have forgotten.

I don't want to write a history for these reasons. I am still a young man. I am not a person who makes history. I am not a person who sees history being made. I have nothing to say to others. I have nothing to defend myself. So why do you want to talk about the joys of the past? Life is too short. The end of life is too scary. So the history of life should be pleasant.

So why is there a mysterious voice in my ear?

When I woke up from my sleep at night, the shadows and shapes that I had seen and seen in the darkness before my eyes were passing by. Why was that? A human figure appeared in front of me. Seeing it made my face heat up. I clenched my fists.

Fear and anger are like a lump in my throat. That's... why?

I can't escape these events that are constantly haunting me. In the meantime, a strange thought came to me. If I write them down on paper, I think I will be free from the bondage of these events. I also think that they will no longer haunt me. Then I can die with peace of mind. This is the main reason that motivated me to take up the pen.

Someone will read this story. Or maybe they won't. For me, it's not important. That's why I don't think I need to apologize in advance to anyone who might read this story in the future for the things I've chosen to write. To be honest, there's only one person I want to read this story. I don't think that person would blame me for reading it. After all, everything that's connected to me is just cute to her, isn't it? The person I'm talking about now is not someone else. It's my cousin.

Why is she late today? It has been three months since I became a teenager. That was the first time I saw her face. From that time on, Sonya came to me every night. It was like taking on a responsibility to take care of me. She would sit by my bed or in the armchair where I could sit down and talk to me. She would read newspapers and books to me. She also seemed to be upset that I was no longer interested in choosing the books to read and instead let her choose what she liked.

“What I’m going to read now is a new novel from the Vasnik European magazine, Andrei.”

"Okay, read it."

"The person who wrote it is a lesbian"

“Okay, read it.”

She started reading the book. The story was about Mr. Skripal and Ms. Jordan. The way the story was structured was out of proportion. After reading the first two pages, Sonya looked at me and said,

"The story isn't very long, this magazine always tends to truncate long novels."

"No problem, it's okay, I'm listening."

Sonja continued reading the book. I looked at her face, but my thoughts were elsewhere. Sometimes, the author would have liked to make the reader laugh. I felt like crying. My cousin put the book aside and looked at me with a sad face. Then she touched my forehead with one hand.

“Oh... Andrei, it's happened again... don't cry... it will go away. It will soon be forgotten,” Sonya said. Her voice was like a mother soothing a child who has fallen from a height and hit his forehead. The pain I was feeling seemed to slowly ease. At least it did for me.

My heart is filled with joy and peace when I receive the kindness and gentleness of a woman who is full of compassion.

“May God bless you. May your name be written on the dark pages of your life, a happy story.”

I prayed. I had one hope. And nothing else. The hope that this story would not be like the boring story of Mrs. Gay that I had heard earlier.

Finally, she came to me and led me to my dark room. Her sweet whisper broke the silence. And her lovely beauty lit up the whole room.