The Enchanted Manuscript Of Elisabetta Esther

  • The Queen Of Spades By Pushkin

    The Queen Of Spades By Pushkin

    The Queen Of Spades by Pushkin is a masterpiece of international literature and one of my favourite books. It is one of the most well-known and famous novels by the Russian writer. 

    The Queen Of Spade

    The Queen of Spade is a short novel, which Alexander Pushkin published in 1834. This mysterious and minimal story takes place in Petersburg city. It is a tale where gambling and the supernatural find space in a bizarre and disillusioned ambience. The protagonist is Hermann, an army engineer, who loses his mind and becomes mad. The Queen of Spade’s style is detached, and there is a minimal description of the events involving Hermann, the old countess, and her godchild Lisaveta. I’ve read this short novel so many times that I barely remember how many!

    A Very Bizarre Tale

    Undoubtedly, The Queen Of Spades is one of the most unusual novels, which I’ve ever read in my life. It is a bizarre novel where reality and transcendent meet together. I would define it as a surrealistic book because of the oniric atmosphere. Hermann is obsessed with the three cards secret, which involves the Countess Anna Fedorovna. He is very captived by gambling and money. When the countess dies in front of him, he is indifferent and only bothered he couldn’t discover the three-card secret. After her death, the countess appears to Hermann in the guise of a ghost. She confesses to him the mystery of the three cards.  He uses the affection and sensibility of Lisaveta, who is a virtuous and naive girl taking care of the countess. Hermann becomes crazy because of the countess’s visions and obsession with the three cards (a three, a seven and an ace). He ends up in a psychiatric hospital, where he keeps repeating “A three, a seven and an ace”. 

    The Metaphor Of The Queen Of Spades

    The Queen Of Spades by Pushkin is a metaphor of the human obsessions with money and success. Hermann behaves like a predator, following his prey, Lisaveta. He is a fool, and he believes his focus will conduce him to victory. In the last card game, he makes a mistake, and instead of an ace, he will find the queen of spades with the resemblance of the countess winking one eye at him sarcastically. This novel is a supernatural tale, where the ambiguous Hermann is a man with a strong resemblance of Napoleon and the soul of Mephistopheles. In this book, the recurrent numbers are the one, three and seven, and the cell where Hermann ends up imprisoned is the number 17. These numbers could be a reference to the masonic symbolism. In this novel, it is evident that Pushkin describes the characters sarcastically. Hermann is a fool and stupid man, Lisa is too much naive, and victim of the countess and Hermann. The countess is a kind of ancient ornament, and Pushkin described her undressing scene with sarcasm. The famous composer Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky produced a homonym opera in three acts, with a slightly different plot.

  • Somewhere

    Somewhere

    Somewhere

    Somewhere in my phantasy
    I remembered to be in a garden
    There were flowers of all kinds and colours
    I felt disoriented, and I thoroughly enjoyed it
    My thoughts and worries faded away
    My mind was a labyrinth of emotions
    Memories vanished, and I supposed to be born again
    Suddenly I found myself near a fountain
    The golden decorations and the alabaster statues were sparkling
    In the deepest night, the full moon woke up brighter than ever
    The moonlight was reflecting on the water mirror
    The moonlight brightened up all the garden
    And suddenly, I couldn’t talk nor hear
    My only sense was my sight
    Little by little, my body became motionless
    And I turned into a golden statue decorating the fountain
    I still could admire the allure of the garden
    A secret garden where I could find refuge
    And I remained there till eternity
    Somewhere in my dreams
    I remembered a magic garden where the moonlight lit up the night
    And it was so shining that all the flowers were blooming
    The darkest night became the brightest one
    And the time wouldn’t be able to accomplish its intent
    Because that garden was timeless and unreachable
    My hidden garden somewhere and nowhere.
    Esther Racah 

  • Lost In My Mind

    Lost In My Mind

    Lost In My Mind

    Lost in my mind, I found myself
    Voyaging through a vast sea of thoughts
    I lost my direction in this universe
    I lost the purpose of this life
    Nothing can be recognisable
    Everything is lost and bemused
    I found myself lonely in a garden of solitude and despair
    Yesterday and tomorrow became one essence
    Time was only a chimaera
    A dreadful storm was brewing
    Lost in my mind, I couldn’t emerge from this turmoil
    Corruption and innocence gathered together
    The magnificent stars constellated the firmament
    With their veiled and unrevealed beauty
    I was swinging from fear to fear
    In a life that doesn’t get acquainted with plans nor hopes
    I can only enjoy my evanescence in the labyrinth of my dreams
    My soul is held captive in such distress
    Lonely and lost, I was wandering in the dark universe
    I remain speechless since the stars were staring at me
    Dancing stars blazing in the night sky
    I fell over a bush of roses more bewildered than ever
    And I was delighted and enchanted
    Being besotted with their insolent fragrance
    I lost my senses, and I blended in with crimson and blush roses
    It was a beautiful and marvellous dream
    Lost in my mind, I dwelled on this fantasy
    Exquisite and alluring roses surrounded me
    Nothing else mattered
    I got lost in my mind being careless of the consequences
    In an aura of enchantment and delight
    Crimson and blush roses captivated me.
    Esther Racah

  • Good Wives By Louisa May Alcott

    Good Wives By Louisa May Alcott

    Good Wives by Louisa May Alcott is the second book of Little Women. As they grow, the March sisters follow different life paths. The publication year of this novel was 1869; a year later of the publication of Little Women. 

    Little Women And Good Wives

    In Good Wives, the four March sisters are in their adulthood. I’ve found this book interesting and engaging. In this novel, which is a continuation of Little Women, the March sisters grew up, and they have different purposes in life. For example, Amy becomes a very educated and classy girl. She improves her knowledge of art during her visit to Europe. Meg is a wife and mother, and Jo becomes more feminine and sweet. This book is not just a “continuation” of Little Women. It is a new world, which discloses at your eyes once you have read Little Women. It worths your attention. This time the tomboy Jo finds an additional way to express her womanhood. Indeed, Jo March can balance career and marriage; in fact, she is a writer and teacher. Differently to Jo March, Louisa never got married.

    A Sour-Sweet Book

    Good Wives has a sour-sweet flavour because it is not a real happy ending novel. I felt sad about Beth, and each character goes through life events, which sometimes are challenging. Each of them has a fragile and robust nature. Moreover, Meg, Jo and Amy get married even though their personalities are pretty different. It’s like Louisa wanted that the girls settle for marriage to fulfil the nineteenth century’s social conventions. I think that the purpose of Louisa was to make the readers happy since the majority of her readers were women. Indeed, even though Louisa was not sure to write Little Women’s continuation, her reader affection and attention induced her to write Good Wives. But this time she got inspired by her fantasy rather than by her family. It is a sweet-sour book, which makes cry and smile, involving the readers in the characters’ several adventures.

  • The Little Women Novel

    The Little Women Novel

    Little Women is an 1868 novel, which is a literary treasure by Louisa May Alcott. The main characters are four young sisters, and the mise en scène is in New England. For many years this book has been considered a book for children, especially for girls. 

    The March Sisters in Little Women 

    The March sisters are four girls with different personalities. Margaret, Meg, is the oldest one, she is 16, pretty and responsible for the household; she is a bit vain about her white hands, and she represents the ideal and typical woman of that period. Josephine, Jo, is the boyish girl of the family and, even if she is only 15, she is a writer. Elizabeth, Beth, is a 13 years girl who is adorable, kind and compassionate about the others. Amy is the youngest one, being 12 years old, she likes to paint, she is vain and loves to wear beautiful dresses. I appreciate Amy because I do love figurative arts, and to dress feminine and fancy. Besides Amy, Jo March is one of my favourite characters because she is not the typical girl who only takes care of the house; besides, she doesn’t aim to marry. The four sisters live with their mother, Mrs March, Marmee, and, Hannah, the house’s maid. Mr Robert March, the father of the girls, serves in the Civil War. 

    Louisa May Alcott And Josephine March

    In the novel Little Women, the four sisters deal with different daily activities. Meg is responsible for the other girls, and sometimes she is tutoring them. Jo is a writer, and she passes her free time with her best friend, Laurie; Beth is a musician, and she adores to play the piano; Amy is a student at school, loves art, and paints in her spare time. In Little Women, the March sisters love to read, and they are very attentive to their mother. Although they have some quarrel, they are very connected. The most peculiar character is Jo March because, in that period, it was unusual for a woman to be a writer, and she doesn’t have the intention to marry. Oppositely to Meg, who is very feminine and obedient, Jo is a rebel, self-confident and erudite girl. Louisa May Alcott identified herself with the character of Josephine. Indeed, Louisa was the second oldest girl among four sisters, and she did not intend to marry. Joe is unconventional, brave and a dreamer. Her joyful moments are mainly at her aunt’s attic, where she finds delight in reading and writing. Joe has a particular temper, although she is devoted to her family. Similarly, Louisa was an impulsive, dynamic and productive woman. She wrote novels and poetry quickly; in fact, she had to support her low-income family. 

    About Louisa

    Louisa started working when she was eighteen because of her poverty-stricken family. She became a playground teacher, a seamstress, a servant, a writer and a nurse. After working at a Union hospital, Louisa got pneumonia, and since then her health conditions remained weak. She started writing under the pen name of Flora Fairfield, and later she wrote gothic thrillers under the pen name of A.M. Bernard. One day, her publisher proposed her to write a book for girls in a change to publish one of her father’s books. Hence Louisa wrote Little Women in only ten weeks. Her inspiration came from her family because she had other three sisters, and like in the case of the March family, her family was living in poverty. Differently from Jo March, Louisa never married. After Abigail May, one of her sisters, died, Louisa cared for her niece Lulu for some year. Moreover, Louisa Alcott was the first woman to vote in Concord, in Massachusetts. Indeed, she was working as Suffragette like her mother. 

    My Thoughts

    The way the March sisters try to cope with their poverty, difficulties and absence of their father because of the war is noteworthy. Despite their young age, they are mature and responsible women. They work, study and employ their free time in activities, which nowadays are uncommon. Indeed, today’s technology and social media are a threat to creativity, using less time in reading books. Indeed, this book illustrates the conditions of women in the 19th-century. In that period, in Europe and the United States, women could not have careers besides servants or governess. Hence, their life achievement was marriage, preferring wealth or rich men. It was inconvenient and discouraging to be a spinster. Women were not supposed to be independent nor to enter into the profession of the writer. I firmly think that society is not entitled to label a woman for her job and life’s choices. The concept of femininity mustn’t mislead to misconceptions about women. It is a mistake to define a feminine woman as a submissive, docile, delicate and obedient human being. Indeed, the concept of submission is a terrible blunder of many women, who think it as a way to express their femininity. A woman doesn’t need to be docile, fragile, dependent and passive to show her womanhood. On the contrary, lack of independence and charisma shows off only a lack of intelligence and character.

  • A Dream

    A Dream

    A Dream

    Once I had a dream of a gloomy night
    Disrupted by a thunderstorm
    A tempest irrupted and spread all over the meadow
    Lightings like chandeliers brightened the landscape
    Intense clangs overwhelmed the quiet lawn
    All flowers were bent and closed up
    Wind and rain gathered together
    The beauty of the exquisite and alluring landscape was frightful
    I couldn’t help myself to find peace in this enigmatic dream
    My teardrops were falling on my pillow, leaving me gasping out loud
    They were tearing my heart out like silver thorns
    It was a nightmare that shook me up 

    The tree fronds were hitting against my window incessantly
    The impetuous wind was blowing furiously
    I couldn’t understand if I was awake
    My tears couldn’t stop falling
    Wrapping my body in a beautiful gown
    I felt a princess wearing a sumptuous dress
    Trembling more than ever at the grumbles of the thunderstorm
    Hoping to see a shooting star in the middle of the darkness.
    Esther Racah

  • The Shunned Castle

    The Shunned Castle

    The Shunned Castle

    In a deep hollow of sorrows, a shunned castle is the prey of its inevitable fate
    In the haze, imperiously it emerges in all its majesty

    Here the quiescence of thoughts and time finds its throne
    The loud emptiness surrounds this spoiled alcove
    A castle that can disclose ancient secrets and tragedies
    A manor that
     finds refuge only in the depth of desolation
    The same desolation which protects it against the evanescence
    No metamorphosis can affect its enchantment
    This neglected ruin  hides behind a dark forest
    It is a magnificent treasure chest
    Nobody can catch a glimpse of its beauty and splendour
    The moon is the only friend of this superb and antique dwelling
    Some nights the bright moonlight penetrates through the shutters and slits
    The moon rays stroke the inner magnificence of this shunned castle
    The splendid furniture, paintings, and chandeliers
    They wake up after an extended silent rest
    And they shine in all their glory with unveiled allure and grace.
    Esther Racah

  • Crimson Roses

    Crimson Roses

    Crimson Roses

    There is a garden of crimson roses
    The moon is radiant and bright
    I’m lost in a dark and gloomy oblivion
    Crimson roses are an oasis of delight where my heart rejoices
    Whenever my heart bleeds, the poetry comforts me
    My poetry is the only expression of my soul

    I lose myself in the hollowness
    I seek beauty and sublimity 
    There is a subtle way to connect with my spirit
    It mostly happens in the ethereal world
    Where souls can find a connection
    Life is an abridged burden
    I remain in the hush, and magnificence is in my eyes
    Sorrow and euphoria are my constant companions
    I live in my dreams, and it’s not so arduous to find me
    Distances disappear since, in the intangible world, space annihilates
    In the meantime, I find my bliss in crimson roses and poesy.
    Esther Racah

  • You Can Find Me In The Night

    You Can Find Me In The Night

    You Can Find Me In The Night

    You can find me in the night hiding in the darkness
    My thoughts fluctuate in the evanescence like rose petals
     My heart is in a treasure chest
    They call me the daydreamer
    Dreams and passions permeate my soul
    I’m not what I have but what I accomplish
    In the downfall, I always learn something
    Everything alters me, and I adapt to change
    Suddenly the dusky night gives way to the bright morning

    You can find me in the night in the company of my loneliness

    Like a nocturnal creature, I disappear in the obscurity
    Not at all frightened by the inexorable darkness
    I feel free to fly everywhere I wish

    I swing from the stars

    Careless of the consequences
    Beauty and splendour fill my soul
    Magnificence is everywhere
    I’m delighted in the uncertainty 

    The night is so luscious and exquisite
    I cannot refrain from my joy.
    Esther Racah

  • Without Words

    Without Words

    Without Words

    Without words, I find myself in the deepest and darkest night
    And there is a blankness in my mind
    And I confront my memories
    Struggling to cope with this instability
    Without words, I feel a grip of pain and fear inside my soul
    Without words, I’m trapped inside the abyss of the silence

    All that I have is a fleeting moment that will be forever mine
    No more than a reminiscent burden of my life
    Trapped in the time and bound to a reality that is outside my mind
    I wonder if I’m what I imagine and if I’m real
    I wonder if my fantasies are tangible

    I’m just an illusion and dream made of foolishness
    Without words, I wait for my imagination to become palpable
    Just in a tiny fraction of time, everything changes
    Nothing will be the same anymore
    Worthless and wordless, I remain still and quiet
    My words will be my legacy in this world
    My words will be like tiny water drops carving rocks
    And I have nothing else to say
    The silence came to rescue me.
    Esther Racah

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