« What will I look at her on Vienna »: In the village of Enina, a Bai Gagno Museum was found

The legendary hero of the classic of Bulgarian literature Aleko Konstantinov Bai Ganyo already has a museum, the BTA correspondent in Kazanlak reported. It was discovered in the Kazanlak village of Enina, the birthplace of Ganyo Somov (1850 – 1917), considered the proototype of Alec’s character.

The exhibits have been collected for two decades. Both rare Bulgarian and foreign editions of the books for the hero, as well as authentic photos and other objects are included, and among the most valuable is the state seal of Bulgaria from the Chicago exhibition. There are a picture of Tenyu Pindarev and many cartoons of Bai Gagno, including Chudomir.

The creator of the museum is Rumen Somov, a descendant of Ganyo Somov. His ambition is to make a cultural center.

Bai Ganyo has a central place in Bulgarian literature and culture. He has been a mythologized character for decades in the joke epic.

« The Dnevnik « recalls the beginning of the famous work of Aleko Konstantinov.

From « Bai Ganyo went to Europe »

Beginning

They helped by Bai Ganya to bring the agaryan yurluk from his shoulders, he touched a Belgian mantle – and everyone said that Bai Ganyo was already a whole European.

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– Come on, every of us tell something about Bai Ganya. « Come on, » everyone called. – I’ll tell you. – Wait, I know more – no, I, you know nothing.

He slumped. Finally, we agreed to start stats. And he started.

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I. Bai Gagno travels

Our tren came under the huge vault of the Pellet Station. We with Bai Ganya and I entered the buffet. Knowing that we would slow down here for an hour, I settled myself at a table and ordered breakfast and beer. The world around me – it is full! And a nice world. The Magyars, you know, they are not too heartily, but, look, the Magyari – I have nothing against them. I didn’t notice when Bai Gagno was watered from the restaurant with his dysags. De Bai Ganya? His glass is empty. I looked around, praised with my eyes all over the restaurant – it’s gone. I went out – on the platform, – here bye Gagno, there Bai Gagno – no! Wonderful job! I thought he had gone to the wagon to examine that his rug had not passed.

I returned to the restaurant again. There is another half hour or more until the tuft departure. I drink beer and stare. The doorman after five minutes hits the bell and indifferently, with a lazy voice communicates the direction of the interiors:

« Xë-gësh-fë-kë-të-ti-gi, kish-kë-rësh, se.-g-din, wi-we deck. » Several English passengers stared at him in the mouth, and he, apparently, was apparent to the attention, which he turned with his peculiar language, laughs at his ears and continues with even more hoarse voice: « Way-we-de-si, kish-kook-kook-kë-gësh-fë-të-heh. » – With the bruised emphasis of each layer.

There were another ten minutes left until the interpretation left. I paid off, paid and Bai Ganyo’s beer and went out onto the platform with the intention of looking for it. At that time, one trenchers came under the vault of the station and, imagine, in one of the wagons of this tren, hanging half of the window, a Gagno shone. He noticed me, began to wave me with a cap, and from afar he was saying something I couldn’t hear because of the sealing of the locomotive. I understood what the job was. When the tren stops, he jumped to the ground, came to me, and told me with a great impurity of energetic curse, which, with your permission, I will not repeat, after the time:

– Leave, brother, I shuddered.

« What run, Bai Ganyo? »

– And what a run! You had stared there at the inn.

– Well? I say.

– Well? At that time, you understand, the one to the door the bell, I heard that the machine was playing, I was going out – I couldn’t call you, – I look, our tren went off. War! My rug! So when I pushed after him, we run, run – leave! Hele at one time, I look, I stop, I – hop! – So inside. One thing I am shaking me – heke -meke – I know, I do not swim, I clung to him, I showed him the rug, a reflected man came out. I even laughed. Who knows we will go back again. Hungarian work!

I, the wrong person, laugh at Bai Ganyo’s adventure from the soul. The poor! The tren maneuvered to enter another line, and Bai Ganyo was running, the poor one, three kilometers to chase him – his rug inside! …

« Well, you have forgotten to pay your beer, Bai Ganyo. »

– I paid her.

« You had a pain – you paid it. » Get on, get on, get back not to tune after the machine, ”said Bai Gagno.

We went into the wagon. Bai Gagno crouched over his dysags back to me, pulled out half a pie, cut off a delicate piece, cut a huge slice of bread, and began to clap with one wonderful appetite, blowing his beans, the other image and an hour by hour. Baj Gagno fed, he crossed out once or twice, searched the crumbs in his hand, swallowed them, and blunted under his nose: « Well, there is now someone to get me a screw, » he sat down at me, laughed at a good time, and after looking at me for a minute, he said:

« Your mercy, did you go, did you go around so more the world? »

– I went, Bai Ganyo, pretty.

– Well, what the world I have pulled! Ts … Ts … Leave Edrene, Constantinople, well in Wallachia! Do you believe? Tui Giurgiu, Turnu Magurele, Ploiesti, Pittens, Braila, Bucharest, Galati – Wait not to tear you, I didn’t remember in Galats, was I not – I all ordered them.

Our journey to Vienna went uniform. I offered Bai Ganya one of my books to shorten his time by reading, but he kindly diverted my proposal because he had read a lot of time, and considered it more practical to nap. Why Badeva will be awake; So he gave money for the railway, at least to sleep. And he fell asleep. He fell asleep and sneaked so you don’t have to listen to the roar of the Atlas Lev.

We got to Vienna and stopped at the traditional London Hotel. The servants took my bag out of the car, they also wanted to take Bai Gagnovo Disagi, but he was delicacy, who knows, did not give them to them:

« How will you give them it, brother, gul is – it’s no joke, it smells strong – it will reach out to take out a bottle – go chasing it then! » I know them. You don’t look at them that they are so greasy (Bai Gagno wanted to say polite, but this word is still new to our lexicon, forget), don’t look that they wrap around you. Why are they wrapped? Migar good do you think? Einz, Zwe! Gut Morgin, they always look to get something. If not – a tip! Why do I keep out of the hotel to get the silent one. Beggars! Togos cruiser, cruiser – no time!

Since the rose oil that Bai Gagno was wearing was a really valuable object, I recommended him to hand it over for storage at the cash register.

« At the cash register? » he shouted with a tone in which he was sorry for my naivety. – Are you wonderful, scientists? What about you know what are the ones at the cashier? Get you a goula turn your end … Well, then? What are you doing? Leave it! Do you see this belt? “And Bai Ganyo lifted his wide vest. “All the muscles will stuff them inside. True, heavy, but sure.

And Bai Gagno turned his back to me (« a lot of people, all kinds of people, who knows this kid what he is ») and began to tap the muscles behind his belt. I invited him to have lunch.

« Where to lunch? »

– Down, in the restaurant.

– Thank you, I don’t eat! Your mercy go, eat. I’ll wait for you here.

I am confident that as I went out of the room, Bai Gagno opened the lunches. There is a breakfast person, why he will spend his money on warm eating – he won’t starve her!

I took Bai Ganya to the office of a Bulgarian merchant and left it there, and I got on the tram myself and went to Shenbrunn. I was on the arch, looked Vienna and its surroundings, went around the alleys, the zoo, and stared at the monkeys for an hour, and in the evening I returned to the hotel. Bai Gagno was in the room. He wanted to conceal his class, but he failed and I noticed that he was sewing a new pocket on the inside of his anteria. He, an experienced man, also wore an anterist under the French clothes in the summer: « Winter bread wears, summer clothes are wearing, » the old people say; So does Bai Ganyo.

« I sat down a little, » he said.

« You’re sewing a pocket, you have to hit something of rose oil, » I underwent joking.

« Who, I? » You are you! Why is your pocket here? A lot of pockets, just to have money. No pocket, nothing, but my clothes were a little, so I put a rag … Where was you? Are you a walk? You did well.

« Don’t you go, Bai Gagno, to walk, see Vienna? »

– What will I look at her in Vienna, a city like a city: people, houses, Saltatti. And where you go, all Gut Morgin, they want money. Why will we give ourselves the money to the Germans – and we have someone to eat them …