Oralhan Bokei's autobiographical works

 

 

Omarkulova Lyazzat Kenzhebekovna

Teacher, master of the Kazakh language and literature,

 Tarazsky state university of a name of M.Kh.Dulati

Oralhan Bokei's autobiographical works


“One of the most favorite writers of the 80s was Oralhan Bokeev. Throughout  the 20 years even if the reader reads his works one can notice that they were not forgotten and they didn’t become old.  His collected poems called “Aul’s  stories” (“Village stories”) attracts the readers with its truthfulness, pureness and understanding. Oralhan is undoubtedly a romantic artist and his love for life, his deep romanticism based on the realism is valuable”.

One can admire the author’s soft writing, even on one hand it is noticeable that some events are turned into humorous ones. Usually great writers posses such qualities, so the special kindness towards the human being is the basis of his creative activity.

One of the most interesting sides of the village life is that the author writes about himself and there are many prosaic elements in his diary. His stories inform us about some events of his life in his native land, here the alive people’s gallery is mixed with the author himself, his close relative, his childhood are also reflected in his works.

We can notice essay in Oralhan’s writing as Kazakh prose. “Apamnyn astauy” – (“My Granny’s trough”) is a beautiful story, it is the description of the writer’s childhood. The image of his Granny surprises the reader with her strong, wonderful features. In M.Auesov’s classical story “Kokserek’ the main hero Kurmash brought  wolf-cub to their village, that day he didn’t sleep near his Granny which he did it always. So in the previous story one can notice such episode.

It is a good episode, that is the episode where the writer describes  his own story and his jealous character which is possessed  only by the people, his pure childhood without any additions. When his sister got married the fiancé’s side presented a rich dress to Granny and they handed me ten roubles. I was so glad. It was the first time when I got money for myself, then I put it  into my inner pocket, left my Granny at home and ran away. Granny came herself after me. That night I didn’t sleep near her, I took my trousers as a pillow and fell asleep. I was so afraid that my Granny would take the money given me by the fiancé’s side.  Then if they asked for the money and returned my sister I would sell her for ten roubles, so a ten-year old child didn’t tell a lie, he was pure.

At the same time the writer seemed to describe his childhood through his story “My granny’s trough”. There he wrote: “Till fifteen years I slept near my grandmother, till fifteen years I didn’t understand the roles of father and mother, till fifteen years I spent the time with my grandmother, so I was brought up by grandmother without leaving her and I grew up with her. When I was with her and paid a visit to our relatives I was given cut sheep’s ear and the tastiest dishes. Those times I spent happily without any problems and not knowing anything about my grandmother’s life-history. Today my grandmother is a thin and slim old woman with strong fingers, there is a scar between her lip and chin, her black, wave and tousled hair is seen out from her kimeshek (Kazakh women’s head-dress); everything is before my eyes; sharpening her knife for soothing the hot-tempered men and women, making dress skins, sewing the skins, carding wool and twisting the rope, spinning the cod, sewing the carpet with ornaments; my granny could do everything what Kazakh women had to do in the old times, things which were done not only by the women, but she did everything what men had to do”.

The writer kept his grandmother’s stories on upbringing forever. Through them, through upbringing his outlook towards the life was formed. Generally, she had lack of speaking – she spoke little, did her own business, at the same time she was a respectful and conscientious serious person.  Throughout her life she didn’t know any gossip or she never shouted at anybody, never hurt or never insulted a human being, she read pray, she was a saint,  pure and proud woman. Maybe we didn’t understand the meaning, except us the whole village, even Kazakh people lost the last saint ethical, ethnographical, even archeological wealth of traditional life of Kazakh people.  And now we think if  one can open the institute or plant of handicraft  all Kazakh women and my granny was a leader of that institution and it would prepare the talented generation. Yes, she was a saint, gold-handed woman who was noticed by no one when she was alive. What a wonderful thing, that Kazakh people have a strong and great women. Her mind was more than hundreds of teachers, thousands of schools and she was a unique model of the notion – upbringing. And how do we know this. So the writer remembers his Granny through these lines.  

Oralhan’s prose is valuable by its deep vitality. He is a real happy writer who has never lost his own readers. There is nothing more than such an ideal.

 

1. A. Kemelbayeva. Oralkhan Bokeev in a genre story. .// Аbai.№4 2002.

2. О.Bokeev. Аlmaty: jalin.1990.