My OperaI was born in .. Moldova
Friday, April 3, 2009 2:42:02 PM
Well what made me write this blog ? Probably the fact that the greatest majority of people and especially the non-European ones who I've been socializing with know nothing about its existence.
I hope this short information will help you get an idea about what Moldova represents.
Geographical position The Republic of Moldova is situated on the second meantime zone. It occupies the biggest part of the territory between Prut and Nistru, and a narrow strip of the river Nistru in its middle and inferior course (waterway). The toatal area is 33 843 square km, the republic occupies in this respect the 32nd place in Europe. The distance between the north extreme limit and the south extremity limit is 350 km, and from east to west is 150km. An important specific feature of the economic-geographical position of the Republic of Moldova is the fact that the Ukraine and Romania are its neighbours. Many people say Moldova looks like a bunch of grapes on the Map of the World. No wonder wine industry is one of the most developed in the country. History: Formerly ruled by Romania, Moldova became part of the Soviet Union at the close of World War II. Although independent from the USSR since 1991, Russian forces have remained on Moldavian territory east of the Dniester River supporting the Slavic population, mostly Ukrainians and Russians, who have proclaimed a "Transnistria" republic.
Language in Moldova The official language in the Republic of Moldova is Romanian. But according to the constitution, the "state language" is called Moldovan, functioning on the basis of the Latin alphabet. It is used in all political, economic, social and cultural domains.
Romanian acts as the working language in the activity of all state bodies, state administration and public authorities. The translation into Russian is mandatory.
In order to meet the national-cultural needs of ethnic groups inhabiting the territory of Moldova, the functioning of other languages such as Ukrainian, Russian, Bulgarian, Jewish, Gypsy, etc. is guaranteed. Russian along with Romanian is used as a communication language among different ethnic groups.
The most frequent spoken foreign languages in Moldova are English and French, less German and Italian.
Martisor – a beautiful tradition in Moldova and Romania
Every spring on March 1 people in Moldova, along with their neighbors in Romania and elsewhere where Romanians live, celebrate Martisor. They celebrate the rebirth of life after the hard winter. On this day men offer to their beloved women flowers and martisors (the symbol of serenity and happiness).The tradition's origins go back to Dacian times (Romanians’ ancestors). It was previously called "dachia dragobete" - the end of winter. The pin-charm could only be made during the winter months and worn after March 1st. In earlier times, the Dacians would hang little coins from a thin, twisted black and white wool rope. The coin type - gold, silver, or metal - dictated the individuals social status or wealth. The coin charms were originally used to provide both luck for the future and protection from the environment to the wearer. The ropes stood for the advent of summer, warmth, and regeneration (white), while intertwined with the constant presence of winter, cold, and death (black).
[/IMG]The amulets were also believed to enhance fertility, provide beauty and prevent sunburn in women! Young girls even threw the amulets toward the sun to prevent freckles! They were worn on the wrist or pinned over the heart. Many wore the pins until trees began to bloom, hanging the amulets in the tree branches after that point.In modern times, the pins lost their talisman properties and became symbols of love. The black ropes were replaced with red, possibly influenced by the Valentine practice of the western world. The delicate wool ropes are still a "cottage industry" among the country people today. They still comb out the wool, dye the floss, and twist it into thousands of tassels. In certain areas the amulets are still made with black and white ropes - for warding off evil!
There are a few legends that explain this beautiful tradition.One of the old Romanian legend says that once in a fight with the winter witch, that didn't want to give up its place, the beautiful lady Spring cut her finger and few drops of her blood fall on the snow, which melt. Soon on this place grew a snowdrop and in such a way the spring won the winter.
Literally Martisor means little March: a small trinket pinned on the lapel by which winter is parted and spring is welcomed.
ersi # Friday, April 3, 2009 3:10:04 PM
Nice to know that about Martisor. Here in Estonia we have the May Day to celebrate spring. Hopefully the snow melts by then.
Pablopbuydid # Saturday, April 4, 2009 3:18:00 AM
EveTheEve # Saturday, April 4, 2009 11:25:36 AM
EveTheEve # Sunday, April 5, 2009 12:00:49 PM
Timothy ConnerVJgamer # Sunday, April 5, 2009 4:49:39 PM
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EveTheEve # Sunday, April 5, 2009 5:55:49 PM
sorinste-ven # Tuesday, April 7, 2009 11:13:48 AM
jonpar # Tuesday, April 7, 2009 2:51:02 PM
EveTheEve # Tuesday, April 7, 2009 3:21:49 PM
jonpar # Tuesday, April 7, 2009 3:34:23 PM
Jos comunistii
ai GRIJA puisor
sorinste-ven # Tuesday, April 7, 2009 3:46:32 PM
turus # Wednesday, April 15, 2009 5:01:11 AM
Ben Treinbentrein # Thursday, April 30, 2009 12:07:55 AM
Just one question, what is the capital city?
sorinste-ven # Thursday, April 30, 2009 10:03:42 PM
EveTheEve # Friday, May 1, 2009 2:51:06 PM
sorinste-ven # Friday, May 1, 2009 4:06:58 PM
jonpar # Tuesday, May 5, 2009 4:56:37 AM
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turus # Friday, May 8, 2009 5:09:48 PM
ragehonor # Monday, May 11, 2009 12:36:15 AM
EveTheEve # Monday, May 11, 2009 12:56:19 PM
jonpar # Monday, May 11, 2009 1:20:22 PM
ragehonor # Tuesday, May 12, 2009 1:08:48 PM
I want a girl with a nice smile, bossy, can cook and likes to eat rabbit. Do you know anybody? :-)
sorinste-ven # Tuesday, May 12, 2009 5:36:48 PM
they can have a job better paid than ours, the bad news is we have to learn cooking
Mahmoud Egyptian-King # Wednesday, May 13, 2009 8:35:45 AM
my best wishes To The moldova against The Dictatorship and invasions
Sgt. egyptianMan
EveTheEve # Wednesday, May 13, 2009 10:36:57 AM
Doru Ldoleon # Thursday, May 14, 2009 3:31:40 PM
EveTheEve # Thursday, May 14, 2009 3:43:54 PM
sorinste-ven # Thursday, May 14, 2009 4:03:01 PM
The finals are on saturday
EveTheEve # Thursday, May 14, 2009 5:57:10 PM
jonpar # Thursday, May 14, 2009 8:24:58 PM
hey, you really can speak Spanish woow, i love that
sorinste-ven # Thursday, May 14, 2009 9:14:23 PM
act2bmp # Saturday, October 10, 2009 8:41:42 AM
Once I lived with a girl from the Netherlands she was fluent in 7 languages and wrote in three I think or four maybe but two years with me she had picked up some of my dialect and she would use the odd word like "me" me boyfriend or me girlfriend but back here we say, wore lass or me lad. I reckon you'd be great at it,, later Eve
ragehonor # Saturday, January 9, 2010 12:47:39 PM
IngolfIngolfB # Tuesday, March 16, 2010 10:14:17 AM
I already knewed about the existence of Moldavia but such a personally written text makes it more attractive to have a view onto it. There is a difference between reading a lexicon and listen to a person that's heart belong to a fair country. So I have to thank you, Eve!
EveTheEve # Wednesday, March 17, 2010 8:42:48 AM
Sigurd Longardtxxlove1701 # Saturday, March 20, 2010 12:34:23 PM
Really watched and shared by heart. Thanks!
Sigurd
PinkuPs666 # Thursday, June 3, 2010 3:28:03 PM
keep smiling. u hav a very beautiful smile lolz..
sorinste-ven # Tuesday, June 22, 2010 1:02:04 AM
Copilo, pune-ţi mânile pe genunchii mei.
Eu cred că veşnicia s-a născut la sat.
Aici orice gând e mai încet,
şi inima-ţi zvâcneşte mai rar,
ca şi cum nu ţi-ar bate în piept,
ci adânc în pământ undeva.
Aici se vindecă setea de mântuire
şi dacă ţi-ai sângerat picioarele
te aşezi pe un podmol de lut.
Uite, e seară.
Sufletul satului fâlfâie pe lângă noi,
ca un miros sfios de iarbă tăiată,
ca o cădere de fum din streşini de paie,
ca un joc de iezi pe morminte înalte.
Lucian Blaga