MOLDPRES News Agency – Gregor Jurici

Grigor Jurici, who laid the foundations of medieval literature in Moldova, was born in 1590 and was the son of Nestor, a very wealthy boyar. Nestor Jurici was part of the Polish party and spent a large part of his life in Poland. Nestor was for a long time the forenc of Holland, and repeatedly was the bearer of letters at the Ottoman gate.

His son, Grigor Jurici, spent most of his childhood and adolescence in Poland. He studied books in Lvov, at the Orthodox Brotherhood school, where he studied history, geography, Latin, classical Greek, rhetoric and poetry. After returning to the country, he took part in political life at first as a suitor for Lugopat, and then as a backbone.

At the Jesuit College in Lvov, serious studies were conducted in the spirit of classical education in Western Europe. Here, young Ureche studied “liberal arts”. During the heydays of the Polish-speaking party, Yurichi held important government positions. The first is the second mind, the power given to people with books. Under Alexandru Elias he became a great supporter, and under Vasily Lobo, the great ruler of Holland. The most important literary and historical work, Record of the History of the Land of Moldova, which begins with the chapter and reaches Aaron Voda, was written in the last part of his life. Unfortunately, this masterpiece was not originally preserved, but only in children, typeface and annotated.

Ureche carefully studied and used as sources for most records and dates in the country, which he called the “Moldovan Chronicle”. The historian also read cover-to-cover Polish records, the most important of which are Joachim Bielski’s Kronika polska (Krakow, 1521), as well as the works of Mate Michoeta, Martin Krumer, al. Guagnini (Edited by Martin Paszkowski), Gerhard Mercator, or Ioannis Pistorius’ Universal Collection. He used memories of the oldest, including those of his father, as well as folk tradition. Based on his merits, Ureche is known as the founder of Romanian historiography.

The Chronicle of the Land of Moldova is famous for its deep appreciation that has permeated deeply into our national consciousness. The origin of the nation, the spoken language, the history of the Middle Ages – all were the basis of later historical works, historiography and literary criticism. The historical record remained in the collective memory, because of the expressive power of the historian’s tongue, “the beating is like a medal,” as Nikolai Iorga flexibly put it. The Ureche’s Chronicle taught us from the first grade who we are and where we came from, “How many varnish Romans are in the Hungarian land and in Transylvania and Maramurus, from a holy place with Moldovans and all of the Râm of fire”; They also persuaded us that our country, the land of Paradise, “of pleasant places, with open fields, and clean waters, and thick forests”, is “in the way of evils.”

Well-documented historian says that Moldova is always threatened by great dangers from all sides and at all times. Many things are verified by later discovered documents. Others have become legends that have found a special place in national history. The Register became a source of empirical material that filled school history textbooks. A leading position is occupied by information about the life and activity of Stephen the Great. The selection of information and legends about the Grand Duke is not scientifically rigorous, but in general it creates a picture that is close to historical truth.

Historian Ureche was a man of medieval and deeply orthodox mentality. He says something that unconsciously becomes the methodological basis of his writing: let no one trust his strength, but let his hope come true. In Yoriichi’s vision, history is nothing but a manifestation of divine power. Many of Ureche’s writings claim to have a moral role. He is convinced that his descendants “should receive instruction, warn and reckon with the wicked, and follow, and learn, and correct themselves concerning the righteous,” but that they must also know where they have been brought up. And the earth multiplied and expanded it, so that all the countries of the past years would not be flooded, and you would not know what they were working for, so that they would be like beasts and beasts of fools and fools.”

Knowing the character and intellectual potential of Grigor Yurichi, we can say for sure that he wrote history with pleasure. Resume is found on almost every page. The historian is dry and short when he or she does not use expressive semantics. But when he deals with subjects close to his soul, he easily and gladly deals with the legends and memories of his contemporaries. Then his pen reveals great passion and a vibrant spirit.

His literary talent finds its freedom in the topics that people hear. Here Ureche is free, he easily deals with unchecked topics to the smallest detail, but he does it with unusually bright grace. And he insists that Bogdan Voda “sent his messengers to the king of Lysescu, among other things, to entice his sister Kray, before Elisavta, and to return the books which his father and Sisipis had confiscated, and which his father had put away and had not returned. A woman, his mother-in-law, did not want to do that to him, Because that was not the pope’s canon.”

This is what we found out about his “escape” from Florence: at the neck, that he remained only in the name of the emperor, and that he was covering the Turks abroad, and was on all sides of the law, as the will of the popes, only to help him against his enemy which he had promised him. And it seemed to them that the Eastern Church was crooked, that they left everything to their will, and received nothing of our taste again, so much so that they could not see it in both churches. By love, he who blasphemes and slanders one another, and the other descends and tramples on, the sunrise is the beginning, and the sunset will rise, and so the other will not give the way, the sermon of Christ.

Without falling into the cruelty and dogmas characteristic of the genre, Ureche leaves himself to the will of the pen without preconceived notions and this fine literary faith gives The Chronicle a sense of freshness that we will not find anywhere else in Roman writing. In portraiture he proved his fidelity to the classical form. The demonstration could be the description of Bogdan Fode, son of Le Poignan: they have strayed from his father’s custom. , that he did not seek advice from the old, but from those young men in the house whom he taught, he was sated with jokes, disguise, and childish games, and then clung to himself. And he took care of his day-to-day affairs in this way, and so rushed into the affairs of the country, that she loved him first, and then hated him so much, and got into the ears of the royal advisors, and found out the weather they filled their sacks and told the king. What is more, if the king understood such words, they thought to take him out and send him to Rhodes, to fetch Aeon Voda, the books were sharp-minded, ready to speak, seeing and diligent, not only in the covenant, but also in other countries to be a greater head.

Grigor Yurichi, speaking of historical figures, does not practice simple pictures. Through his astonishingly accurate details and intuition in determining character traits, the historian reveals real destinies that gave history a distinctive color. There is a distinct difference in the description of the image of Stephen the Great and that of Peter Rarey. In the latter case, the tone changed, the story in the preface: “Above the monastery in the mountains, he saw where, like a swarm of pretensions, they surrounded the monastery, so that he could catch him. And when they went out into the mountain, finding no one’s feet, and it happened that they, traveling On the mountain for six days they were hungry and tired: and when they saw him, they were amazed at him. Behold, they were afraid. Of yellow, and if they saw yellow, they greeted him with joy, and bought him in their possessions, if they ate on him bread and fried fish, and a feast. You know what they did. And if they brought it in, They wear it in their shoddy clothes and the Comanac on their heads and so they took it to Transylvania. Being a Hungarian army guarded by a guard, they asked him: “What kind of person are you?” They said: We are fishermen. So they passed by the Hungarian Guard and no one knew it.

The great literary critic Nikolai Manolscu says in this context that Yurichi is a “realist” writer who “sees”. The famous scene of Loboniano’s murder of 47 boyars is more vivid in the facts than in the Negrotsi short story: “In the courtyard, the servants, according to their teaching, closed the gate, and entered, like wolves in a flock without a shepherd. They themselves, kneeled and stabbed them, not only the boyars, but also the He chooses the guilty, but he put his sword under each other, and many fell to his feet, and fell to his feet.

The talent of the historian is fully manifested in the last part of the record. Style is immeasurable with the beginning of the opera. «Chalk caught the news, they left the market with 50 self-employed infantry Cossacks and came to the ford, where they entered the water to the belly of the horse and put the Cossacks in front. And Boboletschi, if they came to see him, and saw that Cretus was ready to strike and in a confined place, he would not start the war, but returned and took Cretus after him to the marketplace. Boboletschi in the yard, and Kritol in the market for the host.”

The pages of the confrontation with the Turks are extraordinary – “when they fought hard” – says Yurichi: the beating was close, the hands were tired, the weapons fled. To comfort the little ones and the Turks on the siege.

Ureche’s style in this part of the record is dynamic, fluent and full of emotion. The metaphors and comparisons flow in an organic way and give the reader an enjoyable read.

The role of Grigore Ureche in the cultural development of Moldova in the Middle Ages is huge. History and historiography, etymology, literary style unprecedented in these lands – all turn it into a mountain of culture, erudition and encyclopedic knowledge of its time. It’s hard to imagine that without Ureche, Miron Costin, and Ion Neculce they would still shine in the ranks of historians.

The great man of culture, who left his mark on our culture in the Middle Ages, died in 1647 in the village of Goești in the Cârligăturii land and was buried in the crypt of the Bistria Monastery in Moldova.

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