Summer. Vacations. No need to wake up early and a temptation to sleep late. My son Maxim is excited and feels so grown up enjoying every second and testing my patience. I know kids, sorry, teenagers need some liberties, but I’m starting to fall into this closed circle myself and I don’t like it.
Some years ago I made a drastic change from being a night owl to an early morning bird. That was hard, I always considered myself more productive at late hours, especially after Maxim was born. Night seemed to be the only time I could have some free moments just for myself. This practice led me to constant feeling out of energy, at the end I got so desperate that I finally turned things upside down and started waking up and going to sleep early and realized I’m human again. Now I believe modern science that claims morning hours are much more productive than evening time.
So I decided to take some action and for the last two weeks we are playing a game with Maxim: “Be in bed by 11 pm and I’ll read you a story”. Fortunately, I found a book that was entertaining both of us, “The just so stories” by Rudyard Kipling. Last summer my friend Tanya gave me this book as a present for Maxim and it was lying on a shelf waiting for a chance. As a kid I loved Kipling’s books for the wisdom, unexpected plot and incredible magic of the way the story was told.
It’s a rare edition, published in 1979 in Moscow, containing original English text. I was not sure Maxim would like the book, he is all about encyclopedias and atlases packed with statistics and facts, fiction and other genres make him bored.
I’m happy we both enjoyed reading and got a bit disappointed when the book was finished. Actually, I’m writing all of this in Barnes and Noble store and after I’ll end my post, I’ll go to search for more stories by Kipling.
While reading “The just so stories” in original I made an interesting discovery for myself: I felt in love with Kipling. I’ve read most of his books in Russian and all translations were brilliantly done, but the magic of real Kipling not only charmed me, my entire perception of English language was changed even it was not the first fiction book in English I ever read. With years of living abroad, Russian, Spanish and English became great friends in my head. Each language has its own responsibility. English is for business and fast communication. Spanish is for expressing feelings and emotions. Russian is for sophisticated thoughts, theories and flying in the skies.
Now I feel sorry that my English was so limited. Every day life, TV and internet shrunk it to a very basic level, I forgot about its beauty and endless possibilities to express. I definitely need to read more classic English and American literature in original and show it to Maxim as well. Every language is a unique way of communication between people and shows different way of thinking, making your own world larger and deeper.
Done! I got new book of stories. More discoveries to make, more adventures to take! Published in England will all necessary comments and notes for a reader like me.