Quotes from Chingiz Aitmatov

It is a pity the spirit does not grow old too.

Bu yerlerde trenler do?udan bat?ya, bat?dan do?uya gider gelir, gider gelirdi... Bu yerlerde demiryolunun her iki yan?nda ?ss?z, engin, sar? kumlu bozk?rlar?n öze?i Sar? Özek uzar giderdi. Co?rafyada uzakl?klar nas?l Greenwich meridyeninden ba?l?yorsa, bu yerlerde de mesafeler demiryoluna göre hesaplan?rd?. Trenler ise do?udan bat?ya, bat?dan do?uya gider gelir, gider, gelirdi...

Nothing but water -- an ever-moving swell; nothing but waves, swiftly forming and instantly dying; nothing but depths; dark, fathomless depths; and nothing but sky, scudding white clouds, puffy and intangible. This was the living world, nothing besides, nothing else but sea. No winter or summer, no hills or ravines.

But you no longer heard the song. You had gone away, my boy, into your tale. Did you know that you would never turn into a fish, that you would never reach Issyk-Kul, or see the white ship, or say to it: "Hello, white ship, it's I"? You swam away.

Demiri nas?l tav?nda dövmek gerekiyorsa, çekiç darbelerini nas?l so?utmadan indirmek gerekiyorsa her kelimeyi de öyle tam zaman?nda söylemek gerekiyordu. O an? geçince söz so?uyor, kat?la??yor, insan?n yüre?ine ta? gibi oturuyor ve bu a??rl??? kald?r?p atmak hiç de kolay olmuyordu.

Kötü, hemen hemen her defas?nda, niçin 'iyi'den daha güçlü olarak ortaya ç?k?yor ?

Trains in these parts went from East to West, and from West to East . . . On either side of the railway lines lay the great wide spaces of the desert - Sary-Ozeki, the Middle lands of the yellow steppes. In these parts any distance was measured in relation to the railway, as if from the Greenwich meridian . . . And the trains went from East to West, and from West to East . . .

Mutluluk,yaz ya?muruna benzemez. Umulmad?k anda birden bire bo?anmaz insan?n tepesinden. Azar azar gelir. ?nsan?n hayata ve çevresine kar?? davran??lar? getirir mutlulu?u, Azar azar birike birike. Gerçek mutluluk böyle do?ar.

Fainting with heat, he suddenly found himself in the cold, cold river. He had turned into a fish. Tail, body, fins - everything was fishlike, except the head, which was his own and still ached. He swam through the muted, cool, underwater darkness and thought that now he would remain a fish forever and never go back to the moutains. "I won't return," he said to himself. "It's better to be a fish, it's better to be a fish...

I was astounded at the passion and fire of the melody itself. I could not describe it then, nor can I now. Was it just his voice or something more tangible emerging from his very soul that could arouse such emotion in another person, and bring one's innermost thoughts to life?

Üstelik bütün gölü kurutmalar? ihtimali vard?. Korunmaya al?nm??, sit alan? ilan edilmi? olsun, olmas?n, tereddütsüz yakacaklard? o bölgeyi. ?nsano?lu ç?kar? u?runa yerküreyi bir limon gibi s?kabilirdi.

Böyle korkunç olaylar bazen insanlar?n da ba??na gelebilir. Üstesinden gelemedi?i çeli?kilerle ba? ba?a kalan insan, moral bak?m?ndan derinden derine sars?l?r ama bunu kimseye söyleyemez, çünkü kimse ona yard?m edemez. Bu korkunç bir yer kaymas? gibidir, tehlikeyi görürsünüz, ama bir ?ey yapamazs?n?z.

Kendi ay?b?n? örtmek isteyen ba?kalar?n?n yüzüne kara çalar.

Yes, there will be winter, there will be cold, there will be snowstorms, but then there will be spring again...

Bir insan?n kaderi, da?daki patika gibidir: bazen ç?kar, bazen iner, bazen de dibi görünmeyen bir uçurumun ba??na gelip durur.Insan tek ba??na böyle bir yolda ilerleyemez ama birle?enler, birbirine omuz verenler her engeli a?arlar.

Ee, o?lum, paran?n hüküm sürdü?ü yerde, güzel söze ve güzelli?e yer kalmaz.

But a man cannot remain indifferent to the world around him; it worries him and torments him to think that he could be happier somewhere else, and that he is where he is simply through a mistake of fate

What sort of people are they, to act thus?' Yedigei asked aloud; he was deeply upset. 'Everything on earth is important to them, except death.' Yet this thought gave him no peace. 'If death is nothing to them, then it follows that life also has no value for them. What is their purpose in life? For what and how do they live?

For what purpose had all this been? In order that he could fade away in old age, like the glimmer of flame under the grey ashes?

All that had taken place in many years of life at Boranly-Burannyi junction, all this great strain over a long time, all the troubles, difficulties and joys he had lived through - all this had to be expressed in a few words of farewell in the few minutes of laying to rest. How much, yet how little, is given to a man!

Tâm h?n tr? th? trong con ng??i nh? cái m?m trong h?t, không có m?m thì h?t không bao gi? m?c lên ???c. Và b?t k? nh?ng gì ?ang ch? ??i chúng ta ? trên ??i, s? th?t v?n ??i ??i b?t di?t, ch?ng nào con ng??i ta còn sinh ra và m?t ?i... (Con tàu tr?ng)

Em ?ã s?ng nh? m?t tia ch?p, lóe lên m?t l?n r?i t?t l?m. Nh?ng nh?ng tia ch?p do b?u tr?i làm tóe ra. Mà b?u tr?i thì v?nh c?u. ?ó c?ng là ni?m an ?i c?a tôi. (Con tàu tr?ng)

Là dove il popolo partiva per la guerra, restavano sentieri amari… E tutto quell'universo di terrestre bellezza e di angosce, Danijar l'apriva davanti a me nel suo canto. Dove aveva imparato, da chi aveva avuto tutto ciò? Capivo che così può amare la sua terra solo chi per lunghi anni ha languito per essa, chi ha patito di questo amore. Quando la cantava, vedevo proprio lui, un povero ragazzetto, vagabondare per le strade della steppa.

Kim yaratm??t?? Kuma olmaktan, insan?n ruhuyla, bedeniyle tutsak olmas?ndan daha küçültücü ?ey var m? dünyada? Zavall? kad?nlar, mezarlar?n?zdan kalk?n! K?zl?klar? ellerinden zorla al?nm?? kad?nlar?n, a?a??lanm?? kad?nlar?n ruhlar?, kalk?n! Kalk?n, kötü dünyalar?, pis dünyalar? titretin! Ben ça??r?yorum sizi, ben, sonuncunuz! Ben, ba?kald?ran kuma.