LyudmIla Bunina (nee Chubarova) was the mother of Ivan Bunin. She was very different from her husband in many ways, but still there were some features that they had in common - kind soul and good health, which, despite all the sorrows and losses allowed them to live together a long life. Before her asthma, she could easily carry her children from bath to nursery until they reached the age of almost 14.
Bunina L.A.
Время создания
1991 year
Размер
39x29 cm
Техника
photography
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Goloschapov B.V
Bunina L.A.
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‘LyudmIla Bunina was better educated than her husband, she loved poetry very much, she could read Pushkin, ZhukOvsky and other poets in an old - fashioned manner - a sing-song voice. Her poetic soul was sad and religious, and her main interest was her family, mostly children’.
Muromtseva-Bunina V.N. ‘Bunin’s Life’
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MargarIta GolItsyna, Bunin’s distant relative, recalled about LyudmIla: ‘As far as I remember LyudmIla Alexandrovna, she wasn’t particularly tall, always pale, with blue eyes, always sad, focused in herself, and I don’t remember her smiling’.
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‘My mother had a melancholic temper. She spent long hours praying in front of her dark large icons, she was spending nights standing on her knees, often crying and sad… She had good reasons to be anxious and sad: her family’s debt was growing, the farm didn’t make enough income, and the family was growing…’
Muromtseva-Bunina V.N. ‘Bunin’s Life’
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Five out of her nine children died in infancy, including three dying in one day, during the diphtheria epidemic. When her eldest son, YUly, was arrested, she made a vow not to eat meat, and for the rest of her life she honored this vow and followed it. Her character was gentle, very soft, and her devotion to her family and children was amazing. In the memory of his dearest person, Bunin wrote:
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“The bitterest love of all my life is associated with my mother. Everything and everyone we love is our torture — what else can be this eternal fear of losing the one whom we love? My love to her was my burden since infancy, my ever-lasting love to the woman who gave life to me and brought the torture in my life, her whole soul was comprised of love, and of sadness: how much tears I saw in her eyes, when I was a child, how many sad songs I heard her singing!”
Bunin I.A. “Arseniev”s life”
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In the second half of her life, LyudmIla Bunina suffered from severe bronchial asthma. She died on the night of 15 - 16 July 1910 in YefrEmov, in the house of her son Yevgeny. Bunin devoted some of his poems to his mother. He called one of them “To my mother”
***I remember my bedroom, and a small lampion
My toys and my warm bed
I remember your dear and soft voice saying:
God sent you a Guardian Angel!
I remember my nanny taking off my clothing,
and scolded me in a whisper,
And sweet dreams are getting near, closing my eyes,
And leaning my head on her shoulder.
You are blessing me, kissing me
Reminding me that God is with me,
Giving the faith in happiness…
I do remember your voice!
I remember the night, my warm bed,
A lampion in the darkness of the corner
And shadows from the lampion chains…
Wasn’t it you, who was the angel?
Bunin I.A. ‘To my mother’
***I remember my bedroom, and a small lampion
My toys and my warm bed
I remember your dear and soft voice saying:
God sent you a Guardian Angel!
I remember my nanny taking off my clothing,
and scolded me in a whisper,
And sweet dreams are getting near, closing my eyes,
And leaning my head on her shoulder.
You are blessing me, kissing me
Reminding me that God is with me,
Giving the faith in happiness…
I do remember your voice!
I remember the night, my warm bed,
A lampion in the darkness of the corner
And shadows from the lampion chains…
Wasn’t it you, who was the angel?
Bunin I.A. ‘To my mother’
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Yelets Local History Museum
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Bunina L.A.
Время создания
1991 year
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39x29 cm
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