13 article(s) translated from Georgian Exporting Georgian Literature (Magazine) By Gvantsa Jobava | September 1, 2018 When representatives from Georgian publishing houses first visited the Frankfurt Book Fair at the end of the 1990s, they could only dream that in 2018, some twenty years later, Georgia would enjoy the status of guest of honor. Nevertheless, to our surprise and delight, the dream has become reality, and now, as if seeing the light at the end of a long tunnel, Georgian writers and publishers find themselves face to face with the most important project in their history, the main event of... Meskhi vs. Meskhi (Magazine) By Teona Dolenjashvili | September 1, 2018 The human embryo has a special status because of its potential for development to a stage at which everyone would accord it the status of a human person. —The Warnock Committee (U.K.), Report on Human Fertilisation and Embryology, 1984 Children born by artificial insemination will also be problematic, for their lives have developed as a result of the destruction of numerous embryos. —Patriarch Ilia II of Georgia, Christmas Epistle, January 2014 Listen to... Military Drills (Magazine) By Lela Samniashvili | September 1, 2018 Lela Samniashvili reflects on the terrible costs of war Listen to Lela Samniashvili read her poem "Military Drill" in the original Georgian. Three years ago, during the war, our house was burgled. When I returned everything was upside down, Our possessions had probably borne those alien fingers with hatred. They stole my gold ring and several bottles of wine. They were probably in a hurry—only the drawers had been emptied. They took nothing from the shelves. And yet I... A Run in My Stocking (Magazine) By Lela Samniashvili | September 1, 2018 Georgian poet Lela Samniashvili on the "fatal defect" of time, and the past in the present Listen to poet Lela Samniashvili read "A Run in My Stocking" in the original Georgian If I leave, you will always be tortured with the feeling of guilt that you could not leave me. But from where I look at it, “always” seems so short, just like the past, or the future. The future— What do we know about it? There are precisely as many types of futures as we want and even... Shevardnadze and Me: The Beginning (Magazine) By Gela Charkviani | September 1, 2018 Georgian writer Gela Charkviani describes his early days as an aide to then-President Eduard Shevardnadze. Listen to Gela Charkviani read "Shevardnadze and Me" in the original Georgian My relationship with Eduard Shevardnadze developed slowly and painfully, and our first business meeting ended in complete failure. An overseas delegation was due to arrive in Georgia, and I had brought for his approval a plan for the visit, which had been prepared at the Ministry of Foreign... The Children of Beslan (To My Children) (Magazine) By Irakli Kakabadze | September 1, 2018 Listen to Irakli Kakabaze read his poem "The Children of Beslan (To My Children)" in the original Georgian Georgian poet Irakli Kakabade remembers the victims and the survivors of the Beslan School Siege Today is the First of September and As natural, As the sun’s setting and rising, The flowers’ budding and wilting, The healing of open wounds, And death. This isn’t a school bell ringing, It’s the bells of a church. The mothers... Seventeen Poems by Iaki Kabe (Magazine) By Irakli Kakabadze | September 1, 2018 Irakli Kakabadze uploaded a number of short poems to various social media sites over the course of several years under the pseudonym Iaki Kabe, fooling many into believing they were the work of an unknown Japanese poet translated into Georgian. His poetry became so popular on the Internet that when a selection was published in book form, the book topped national bestseller lists. Irakli Kakabadze reads "Seventeen Poems by Iake Kabe" in the original Georgian... Little Dipper (Magazine) By Naira Gelashvili | September 1, 2018 Naira Gelashvili eavesdrops on the beginning of a star-crossed affair Listen to author Naira Gelashvili read this story in the original Georgian. I entered the tower. I didn’t stop in the front room, but took her to the second room. Here, long wooden benches stood on the right and left, and along the middle wall—a wooden bench, covered in bedding. A window was cut out of the fourth wall. I was enveloped by a good mood, which I think came... The Killer (Magazine) By Beka Kurkhuli | September 1, 2018 In the end, one sentence awaits us all—death Joseph Brodsky Because we are all murderers, he told himself. We are all on both sides, if we are any good, and no good will come of any of it. Ernest Hemingway, Islands in the Stream God inscribed my grief On my sword I killed the man I’d sworn to be a brother to I used a sword on my brother They are chasing me to murder me They put a trap for me on the road Folk song Listen to author Beka... Counting Out (Magazine) By Tamta Melashvili | December 1, 2014 I’ve got a surprise for you, she said. We came out onto the main road, the empty main road. I gave a blank reply: a surprise? Get a move on! Nintso sounded impatient. We’ve got stuff to do and I want to show you my surprise. OK, I said. But on one condition. Fine, she said, tell me later. Why are you going this way, I asked. They’ll see us. The other way takes longer. Nintso, I said, they’ll see us. Fine. Nintso looked at me wide-eyed. Fine. We went round the other... My Story of Chess (Magazine) By Shota Iatashvili | September 1, 2012 I had no idea what was wrong with the girl. She'd make her move, hold her breath for a few seconds, then move her hand toward the chessboard again and touch the piece she had just put down, as if she was caressing it, or else lightly grasp the very top of the piece with her pale fingers and then turn it slightly, move it a few millimeters to one side, whisper "J'adoube" in a warm, slightly choked voice and then rest her blonde head back down on her fleshy palm. She did this after... Galaktioni and I (Magazine) By Terenti Graneli | October 17, 2007 Yesterday, I was sick, I was dying, Now Zozia must have me on her mind. There's a demon in Galaktioni But there's an angel in me. Every day I receive precious letters. I must go to the garden, today's cold is bitter. The earth gleams in Galaktioni But there's a heavenly spark in me. Far away, the wind shrieks; nearby, a nemesis. Night's falling; it's seven sharp. There's blue in Galaktioni But in my verse, the abyss. Yesterday, I was... What Time Is It? (Magazine) By Galaktion Tabidze | October 7, 2007 Now, no doubt, the hour must be late . . . Despair has settled for the night in my heart, Tortured once more by bitter regret— What time is it? What time is it? Beyond the window where I stand, implacable night. Only autumn has dawned for me. Maybe it's three o'clock, could it really be three? What time is it? What time is it? Maybe somehow one-third of this . . . But a glance outside shows black. From the station the bell screams thirteen-- What time is it? What...