"Countless defeats and eternal vanity. Oh, sweet eclipse - I fell in love with death. Come, come, beloved, from the dark shores - a soul lost for help calls you. "(" Death ")
Dimitar Podzachachov was born on 6 on October 1881 in a modest bureaucratic family. His father died before he was born. Due to lack of funds, Dimitar is forced to drop out of high school. Subsequently, he worked as a clerk in a school inspection, as a school secretary, editor of a humorous magazine ... He never broke away from literary life in the country. His great acclaim came when he was named editor-in-chief of the prestigious literary magazine "Unit". Works of the leading writers and poets of Bulgaria - N. Liliev, Y. Yovkov, G. Raychev, K. Konstantinov, D. Debelyanov - are published here.
Dimitar Podzachachov is known as one of his closest friends Dimcho Debelyanov. During 1915 - 1916, they both lived together in an apartment in Sofia. In 1910, Podzazachov and Debelyanov published "Bulgarian Anthology - Our Poetry Since Vazov." This is the first anthology in the history of Bulgarian literature. During his lifetime, Podzavachov published only his work, "How the Devil Reads the Gospel," plus two more books for children - "Krakun and Malcho in Sofia" and "The Jungle War."
Podvezachov has established himself over time as a talented poet and an excellent Russian translator. It leaves behind many lyrical and satirical poems, fables, aphorisms, feuilletons, newspaper articles and memories. He died at the age of 56 in 1937. Dimitar Podverzachov was among the most representative figures in Bulgarian literary life in the first decades after the Liberation. At the same time, little is known about him today.
Why is it so difficult, given the many and varied media outlets, to present appropriately the great literary figure of Bulgaria, Dimitar Podzazachov?
The reasons are of different nature. It is a fact that for creativity purposes his work is included in the series "Other Bulgarian Literature of the XX Century", created at the initiative of the Institute of Literature at the Bulgarian Academy of Sciences. Nowadays, Podzachachov's "advertising" is needed because, due to his political biases and aesthetic positions, he remains too long and undeservedly out of the canon of Bulgarian literature. And this peculiar canon determines which are the valuable and quality writers and poets of Bulgaria. Out of the canon, along with Dimitar Podzavachov, are Trifon Kunev, Alexander Bozhinov, Zmei Goryanin… Over a decade they forget, their works have not been discussed and they remain unknown as personalities for the mass reader. Podzavachov's book "How the Devil Reads the Gospel" was even included in the list of "fascist literature" at the time.
It is true that a number of attempts are being made today to narrate and clarify Dimitar Podzachachov's creative contributions through media articles. Yet he still remains mysterious, distant and even incomprehensible to the modern reader. Why?
Binding works have too dark colors, and it is clear that the author is possessed by the spirit of decay and decay. He writes: "My life has passed like a solemn nonsense. Everything about him and everything around him was just misery and nothing else. At the same time, Podzachachov is not angry and angry with people, he does not neglect the beauty of the world. His best poems often sound cheerful.
"I love you as a woman with thousands of magical charms - oh, poor, beautiful side of greedy, pre-matched jaws!
I love you as a woman who whispers promises - oh, little, pretty country of silence! ”(Homeland)
Believer definitely loves his homeland and this is evident in his poems.
"It will come, Hello, day - the last of your dad's earth day. Close his eyes to the poor father and quietly tear down, say, "The old man has come home - and all that he bequeaths to me: a dream come true: Bulgaria!" ("To my son").
Podzachachov is valued not so much by the seriousness and pathetics of his works, but by his sarcasm and irony. Dimitar Podzachachov is able to create pity and bitterness, masterfully predisposing his reader to sad laughter and smiles through tears. Podzachachov's sarcastic talent is very great. He gives him an enviable place in the history of Bulgarian literature: he is the successor of Aleko Konstantinov and Stoyan Mihaylovski, and the receiver and teacher of Hristo Smirnenski. His friends call him Hamlet Prince of Denmark and Father. He became the spiritual father of the generation after Vazov, Kiril Hristov and Mihailovski.
"A good poet, but rarely goes out to print. He has no courage to publish his own collection. Hamlet, a real Hamlet! "- says Hristo Smirnenski. The relatives describe Podzachachov as a very charming person, but seemingly too estranged from the part-time and practical.
The writer Konstantin Konstantinov recalls: “My first personal contact with Podzavachov is especially affecting me; suddenly, I do not know why, he gave me some inexplicable respect, and at the same time I felt an overwhelming, inviting force. Later, when we were already close, I did not marvel at this enslavement. Now I think it was that utter alienation from the small things of human existence, that soft half-smile in which we felt the knowledge of important things, unknown to us and terrible - and above all, some sad wisdom. "
In fact, Podzachachov is as self-absorbed in front of people as he is bold in his thoughts. Self-irony and modesty are his strongest weapons on the literary scene. It is significant that Podzazachov does not want to include any of his poems in the anthology they write with Debelyanov. He is considered redundant among the great poets of Bulgaria:
"One thing I realized with positivity in my life: that everywhere I can do without me."
"I have not published any books. And I will betray. I am scared that there will be a critic who will say to me, "Friend! You think, it seems that tying (from a "binder") and writing books is one and the same. (Dimitar Podzavachov)
Sam admits how much he likes "deliberately wandering around the fringes of literature."
"And without being a poet," he wrote poems. Born aristocrat - in eternal penury, lives as in hell, but with the necessary decency. "(" Epitaph "1912)
Today, rediscovered by the great Dimitar Podzazachov, we have a duty to preserve the memory of this talented poet of ours, whose "one dream come true" is Bulgaria. Dimitar Podzavachov - the poet of sad laughter, of hopelessness and sorrow, who remained in love with death.
"Vanity of vanities!
What benefit does the Bulgarian have for all his work in which he labors under the sun?
The National Assembly comes, the National Assembly goes and goes, and the country stays in one place.
The wind goes south and returns north - it keeps going and going, but it always goes through our heads.
All laws go out of the capital and go to the countryside - and yet they go back, defiled, crushed, ruined - and the country is still the same, which is nothing like it.
What is being done, what is being done, and what was, is what will be.
And there is nothing new under the Bulgarian sun.
Is there anything that can be said: Look! This is new and smart!
It was as it was five decades before us - and it will be the same.
I gave my heart to seek out and experience through wisdom all that is on Bulgarian soil.
And I saw all the deeds being done under the Bulgarian sun.
And behold - all is vanity and oppression of spirit.
A slave nation never becomes a state.
And the deficit never becomes surplus. "(Ecclesiastes)"