Apparu!

It was a pleasure to analyze KOLEDOVA’s take on the classical poem of the Chuvash Literature.

The poem Narspi was written in around 1905 by a young student Konstantin Ivanov. The subject was somewhat controversial that according to some accounts he attempted to hide it from his teacher, the great Chuvash educator Ivan Yakovlev. However, not only did it not disappoint the old wise man, he insisted Konstantin continue working on his talent. Since then Narspi and its plot saw many interpretations. The latest freshest reaction to it is a product of brazen Daria Koledova and her friends.

Some of the viewers who liked and wondered about the meaning of the song got to know that it refers to a home scene of a couple so hostile towards each other, in which the husband abuses his power. He gives her an evil look, showing his fist, while at the same time praising the soup she made for him. The vicious duplicity of Tăhtaman, and the messy human drama is bothed cooled down by synthesizers with an underlined with the choice of eerie 80’s inspired electronic loops.

In popular Chuvash culture Narspi is glorified, she is the image of grace and refinement. This worship of beauty is itself deranged. Surely, Narspi is not a role model! That soup that Tăhtaman is praising is poisoned, and she won’t have it, not becaue she is emotionally worn down, but because she wants to live and happily with the man of her chosing.

Koledova is not your next smily pop diva. She wears her smile upside down, and has that arrogant look. Adacious and unabashed, she perfectly impersonates the vicious, devious spirit that overtook Nasrpi, at that particular moment of her life when nothing can stop her. If you think pretty things can’t hurt think twice.

Poem Narspi by Konstantin Ivanov is available in most major languages and smaller Turkic ones too. And just the impression you got from Koledova will make for a deeper reading. The poet died too early at 25. All of the characters in the poem are murdered, too, but somehow this piece of literature still thrives, and it is quite suitable for our age of little princesses and grand megalomaniacs.

Coveri image from @koledovada (instagram).