Kehte hain: "Russian literature brings nothing but the understanding of deep sorrows." In comparison to other world literature, I found Russian literature way more vibrating at deep human consciousness boundaries.
Aik Russian kahani parhi thi, us ka agaz kuch yun hota hai: (Ab to writer bhi yaad nahi.)
Duniya main kuch cheezain bohat khubsurat hoti hain
Chandni raat
Sufed kapron main malboos aurat
jheel ka kinara
aik udas gamgeen ma
ma ke piyar ki aarzoo kerta bachha
Aur - agar ye sab aik saath hon to is se ziyada khatarnaak koi cheez nahi, aur maut ke saaye kahin aas paas mandla rahe hain
*The story deals with the life of a man who was born to a woman who lives a constant melancholic life due to the loss of her love. The boy is growing up without much attention from his mother. The mother eventually commits suicide one night by drowning in the lake and he carries that trauma all his life. This brings complications to his relationship with the women he encounters in his life. The end was left open with the man standing at the side of a lake at night for readers to guess, whether he committed suicide or not?
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