{"id":6946,"date":"2021-01-27T12:47:49","date_gmt":"2021-01-27T09:47:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mkcnamai.lt\/?p=6946"},"modified":"2021-01-29T11:37:19","modified_gmt":"2021-01-29T08:37:19","slug":"ciurlionio-vilniaus-istorijos-mylejo-vilniu-jo-kreivas-gatveles","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mkcnamai.lt\/lt\/ciurlionio-vilniaus-istorijos-mylejo-vilniu-jo-kreivas-gatveles\/","title":{"rendered":"\u010ciurlionio Vilniaus istorijos | \u201eMyl\u0117jo Vilni\u0173, jo kreivas gatveles\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"
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MK\u010c. Miestas. Popierius, tempera, gua\u0161as. 1908<\/p><\/div>\n

Tre\u010diasis, ciklo \u201e\u010ciurlionio Vilniaus istorijos\u201d<\/a>, fragmentas, pasakoja apie \u010ciurlionio meil\u0119 Vilniaus miestui ir \u010ciurlionio muzik\u0105, kupin\u0105 \u017eavingos j\u0117gos, leid\u017eian\u010dios pamir\u0161ti real\u0173 gyvenim\u0105.<\/p>\n

Levas Antokolskis, atsiminimai apie MK\u010c, pirm\u0105 kart\u0105 spausdinta dienra\u0161tyje \u201eSieverno Zapadnyj Golos\u201c (Nr. 1655):<\/p>\n

\u201e...Jis buvo savoti\u0161kai pamaldus, myl\u0117jo ba\u017eny\u010dios \u012fsp\u016bd\u012f prieblindom, myl\u0117jo Vilni\u0173, jo kreivas gatveles, kur taip pavirku apsim\u0105styti savo dvasios gyvenim\u0105, myl\u0117jo \u0161ventra\u0161t\u012f ir atmintinai skait\u0117 ilgokas i\u0161traukas i\u0161 prana\u0161\u0173, kuriuos jisai did\u017eiausiai gerb\u0119s ir myl\u0117j\u0119s.<\/p>\n

Atsimenu vien\u0105 rudens vakar\u0105, kuomet apsilankiau jo ma\u017eu\u010diame kambaryje Andrejaus gatv\u0117je, kuriame nebuvo nieko kito, tik pianinas, gaid\u0173 rankra\u0161\u010di\u0173 kr\u016bva ir sausos rudens med\u017ei\u0173 \u0161akut\u0117s, i\u0161kabin\u0117tos po sienas. Jisai buvo tenai visai vienas su savo genialiaisiais sumanymais, jo muzikos garsai stebino savo atjaustuoju griaudumu, kaip juodi, a\u0161tr\u016bs sparnai, kur perkerta or\u0105 jo paveiksle \u201eIlg\u0117jimas\u201d.<\/p>\n

A. \u017dmuidzinavi\u010dius. \u017diupsnelis atsiminim\u0173. Kn.: M. K. \u010ciurlionis, 1938:<\/p>\n

\u201eAtmenu vien\u0105 tok\u012f vakar\u0105: po vakarien\u0117s ir entuziasting\u0173 kalb\u0173 \u012fvairiais svarbiais klausimais, kur \u010ciurlionis visada \u0161velniai ir \u012ftikinan\u010diai reik\u0161davo savo labai originalias mintis, jis pagaliau s\u0117do prie pianino. Visi nutilome. Skambinti prad\u0117jo mums jau ma\u017edaug \u017einomus k\u016brinius, bet toliau jau nieks nebe\u017einojo, k\u0105 jis skambino. Jo muzika rod\u0117 vis daugiau \u017eavingos j\u0117gos, kuri privert\u0117 mus visai u\u017emir\u0161ti real\u0173 gyvenim\u0105. (...) Ir kai jis baig\u0117, visi ilgai dar s\u0117d\u0117jome u\u017eker\u0117ti, rodos, negal\u0117dami nei \u017eod\u017eio tarti, nei pasijudinti\u201c<\/p>\n

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Lev Antokolski, Memoirs of MK\u010c, first published in the daily \u201cSieverno Zapadnyj Golos\u201d (No. 1655):<\/p>\n

\u201c... He was pious, loved the feeling inside the church in twilight, loved Vilnius, its crooked streets, where one can concentrate on reflections of one\u2019s life and spirit, loved the scripture and could quote from memory long passages from the prophets, whom he respected and loved the most.<\/p>\n

I remember one autumn evening when I visited his little room on Andreyev street, where there was nothing but a piano, a bunch of music manuscripts, and dry branches of autumnal trees hanged on the walls. He was all alone there with his ingenious ideas, the sounds of his music surprising with his emphatic feeling resembling black, sharp wings, that are cutting the air in his painting \u201cLonging\u201d.<\/p>\n

A. \u017dmuidzinavi\u010dius. A pinch of memories, in M. K. \u010ciurlionis<\/em>, 1938<\/p>\n

\u201cI remember one such evening: after dinner and enthusiastic conversations on various important issues, where \u010ciurlionis always expressed his very original thoughts gently and convincingly, he finally sat down at the piano. We all fell silent. He started playing pieces that were already familiar to us, but later on no one knew what he was playing. His music contained an increasingly fascinating force that made us forget real life altogether. (...) And when he finished, we all sat for a long time in total enchantment, unable to utter a word or to move.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Tre\u010diasis, ciklo \u201e\u010ciurlionio Vilniaus istorijos\u201d, fragmentas, pasakoja apie \u010ciurlionio meil\u0119 Vilniaus miestui ir \u010ciurlionio muzik\u0105, kupin\u0105 \u017eavingos j\u0117gos, leid\u017eian\u010dios pamir\u0161ti real\u0173 gyvenim\u0105. Levas Antokolskis, atsiminimai apie MK\u010c, pirm\u0105 kart\u0105 spausdinta dienra\u0161tyje \u201eSieverno Zapadnyj Golos\u201c (Nr. 1655): \u201e...Jis buvo savoti\u0161kai pamaldus, myl\u0117jo ba\u017eny\u010dios \u012fsp\u016bd\u012f prieblindom, myl\u0117jo Vilni\u0173, jo kreivas gatveles, kur taip pavirku apsim\u0105styti savo dvasios gyvenim\u0105, myl\u0117jo \u0161ventra\u0161t\u012f ir atmintinai Continue Reading<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":6950,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6946","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-be-kategorijos","cat-1-id"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mkcnamai.lt\/lt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6946","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mkcnamai.lt\/lt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mkcnamai.lt\/lt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mkcnamai.lt\/lt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mkcnamai.lt\/lt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6946"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/mkcnamai.lt\/lt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6946\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6997,"href":"https:\/\/mkcnamai.lt\/lt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6946\/revisions\/6997"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mkcnamai.lt\/lt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/6950"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mkcnamai.lt\/lt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6946"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mkcnamai.lt\/lt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6946"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mkcnamai.lt\/lt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6946"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}