Poor Liza, Poor Nigar
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Poor Liza, Poor Nigar
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at the end of the day, I can only aspire to be as committed as Poor Liza. despite the popular opinion that the pond did literature a favor, I personally believe the pond should’ve been grateful for the dramatic enrichment to its ecosystem. imagine being an ordinary body of water one day and suddenly becoming culturally significant because a girl loved too hard. I think there’s something admirable about actually following through on your literary symbolism instead of merely pacing around a garden monologuing for three chapters.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Liza Miller during the events of Kingsglaive.
For Kingsglaive Lore day 4, ends
Poor Liza (1827). Orest Kiprensky (Russian, 1782-1836). Oil on canvas. Tretyakov Gallery.
The painting was inspired by Nikolay Karamzin’s novella Poor Liza (1792) that narrates about a young peasant girl, Liza, who committed suicide, when her seducer, the nobleman Erast, had cooled of her and then abandoned her for the sake of an old but rich widow. The artistic language is simple, and yet symbolically rich. The combination of pink and white in the heroine’s clothes means the purity and freshness of her youth, the carnation in her hand – her tender sincere love.
this is a character of mine, Liza. She owns a diner that exists outside of linear spacetime, and had her wings ripped off at one point.
But sometimes - though they were very rare - a golden ray of hope, a ray of solace brightened the gloom of her sorrow. ‘When he returns to me, how happy I will be! How everything will change! ’ Her gaze brightened at the thought and her cheeks became rosy, and Liza smiled like a May morning after a stormy night.
Nikolay Karamzin, Poor Liza
Apparently the quote is from this old Russian novella, which I am now interested in reading.