Mostovi Ivo Andric
Od svega što čovek u životnom nagonu podiže i gradi, ništa nije u mojim očima bolje i vrednije od mostova. Oni su važniji od kuća, svetiji, jer opštiji, od hramova. Svačiji i prema svakom jednaki, korisni, podignuti uvek smisleno, na mestu na kom se ukrštava najveći broj ljudskih potreba, istrajniji su od drugih građevina i ne služe ničem što je tajno i zlo. Veliki kameni mostovi, svedoi iščezlih epoha kad se drugojačije živelo, mislilo i gradilo, sivi ili zarudeli od vetra i kiše, često okrzani na oštro rezanim ćoškovima, a u njihovim sastavima i neprimetnim pukotinama raste tanka trava ili se gnezde ptie. !anki !anki železni mostovi, zategnuti od jedne obale do druge kao žie, što drhte i zvuče od svakog voza kad projuri" oni još kao da čekaju čekaju svoj poslednji poslednji oblik i svoje savršenstvo, savršenstvo, a lepota lepota njihovih linija otkriće se se potpuno očima očima naših unuka. #rveni #rveni mostovi na ulasku ulasku u bosanske bosanske varošie čije izglodane grede poigravaju i zveče pod kopitama seoskih konja kao daščie ksilo$ona. %, najposle, oni sasvim mali mostići u planinama, u stvari jedno oveće drvo ili dva prikovana jedno uz drugo, prebačeni preko preko nekog gorskog gorskog potoka koji bi bez bez njih bio neprelazan. neprelazan. &o dva puta puta u godini gorska bujia odnosi, kad nadođe, ta brvna, a seljai slepo uporni kao mravi, seku, tešu i postavljaju nova. nova. 'ato se uz te planinske potoke, potoke, u zatokama među stenama, vide vide često ti bivši mostovi" leže leže i trunu kao i ostalo drvo naplavljeno tu slučajem, ali ta zatesana zatesana brvna, osuđena na oganj ili truljenje, izdvajaju se od ostalog nanosa i podsećaju još sada na ilj kome su služila. Svi su oni u suštini jedno i podjednako vredni naše pažnje, jer pokazuju mesto na kome je čovek naišao na zapreku i nije zastao pred njom, nego je savladao i premostio kako je mogao, prema svom shvatanju, shvatanju, ukusu, ukusu, i prilikama kojima je bio okružen. % kad mislim na mostove, u sećanju mi iskrsavaju ne oni preko kojih sam najviše prelazio, nego oni koji su najviše zadržali i zaneli moju pažnju i moj duh. &re svega, sarajevski mostovi. (a )iljaki, čije je j e korito kičma Sarajeva, oni su kao kameni pršljenovi. Vidim Vidim ih jasno i brojim redom. 'nam im lukove, pamtim ograde. ograde. )eđu njima i jedan koji nosi sudbinsko ime jednog jednog mladića, malen malen ali stalan, uvučen uvučen u se kao dobra dobra i ćutljiva tvrđava koja ne zna za predaju ili izdaju. 'atim, mostovi koje sam video na putovanjima, nošu nošu iz voza, tanki tanki i beli kao priviđenja. *ameni mostovi mostovi u +paniji, zarasli u bršljen i zamišljeni zamišljeni nad sopstveno slikom u tamnoj vodi . #rveni mostovi po +vajarskoj, pokriveni krovom zbog velikih snegova, snegova, liče na dugačke dugačke ambare ambare i iskićeni su iznutra iznutra slikama svetitelja ili čudesnih događaja, kao kapele. antastični mostovi u !urskoj, !urskoj, postavljeni otprilike, čuvani i održavani sudbinom. -imski mostovi u južnoj %taliji, od bela kamena, sa kojih je vreme odbilo sve što se moglo odbiti, a pored kojih već stotinu godina vodi neki nov most, ali oni stoje još jednako, kao skeleti na straži. !ako, !ako, svuda na svetu, gde god se moja misao krene ili stane, nailazi na verne i ćutljive mostove kao na večitu i večno nezasićenu nezasićenu ljudsku želju da se poveže, izmiri i spoji sve što iskrsne pred našim duhom, očima i nogama, da ne bude deljenja, protivnosti ni rastanka. !ako !ako isto u snovima i proizvoljnoj igri mašte. Slušajući najgorču i najlepšu muziku koju sam ikada čuo, odjednom mi se ukaza kameni most, presečen po polovini, a izlomljene strane
prekinutog luka bolno teže jedna ka drugoj, i poslednjim naporom pokazuju jednu mogućnu liniju luka koji je nestao. !o je vernost i uzvišena nepomirljivost lepote, koja pored sebe dopušta jednu jedinu mogućnost nepostojanje. (aposletku, sve čim se ovaj naš život kazuje / misli, napori, pogledi, osmesi, reči, uzdasi / sve to teži ka drugoj obali, kojoj se upravlja kao ilju, i na kojoj tek dobiva svoj pravi smisao. Sve to ima nešto da savlada i premosti nered, smrt ili nesmisao. 0er, sve je prelaz, most čiji se krajevi gube u beskonačnosti, a prema kom su svi zemni mostovi samo dečije igračke, bledi simboli. 1 sva je naša nada s one strane. Bridges Of all the things created and built by humankind as a part of life’s eort, nothing in my mind is better or worthier than bridges. They are more important than houses, more sacred, and more universal than temples. They belong to all and treat all alike; they are useful, always built for a purpose, at a spot where most human needs entwine; they are more durable than other buildings and serve no secret or evil purpose. Large stone bridges, witnesses of bygone times, when people lived, thought and built in a dierent manner, grey and weathered by wind and rain, graed upon at sharply cut corners, with green shoots of grass growing or birds’ nests built in their !oints and hardly visible cracks. "lender iron bridges, stretched from one bank to the other like wire, shivering and resounding each time a train rushes past them as if they are waiting yet to ac#uire their $nal form and perfection, so that the beauty of their contours should fully reveal itself to the eyes of our grandchildren. %ooden bridges at the entrance to &osnia’s small towns, whose pockmarked beams dance and reverberate under the hoofs of the village horses like the bars of a 'ylophone. (nd $nally, those tiny bridges in the mountains, actually consisting of a fairly large log or two logs put together by nails, cast across a mountain stream which would be impassable without them. )ountain torrents, when they rise twice a year, sweep away these logs, while peasants, blindly persistent like ants, cut, trim and place new ones.
That is why one can often see in those mountain streams and meanders between rocks, these one*time bridges+ they lie and rot like other wood found that came to be there by accident, but these trimmed logs, doomed to $re and decay, stand apart from other detritus and even now remind us of the purpose they once served. They are all essentially one, they are e#ually worthy of our attention, because they show the place where humankind encountered an obstacle and did not stop before it, but overcame and bridged it the way humankind could, according to understanding, taste, and circumstances. %hen think about bridges, those that crop up during my reverie are not the bridges crossed most often, but rather those which kept and captivated my attention and my spirit the longest. "ara!evo bridges primarily. On the )il!acka -iver, the bed of which is the backbone of "ara!evo, they are like stone ribs. can see them clearly and count them one after another. know their arches, remember their parapets. There is one among them which has a fateful name of a young man, small but steady, withdrawn like a solid and silent fortress, which knows of no surrender or treason. Then come the bridges saw on my !ourneys from the train at nightthin and white like an apparition. "tone bridges in "pain, overgrown with ivy and absorbed in thought over their own image in the dark water. %ooden bridges in "witerland, covered by roofs because of heavy snow; they look like long barns, internally decorated with pictures of saints or miraculous events, like chapels. /antastic bridges in Turkey, built as if by chance, preserved and maintained thanks to providence. -oman bridges in southern taly, made of white stone, from which time has e'tracted everything that could be taken, and ne't to which there has been some new bridge, standing for a hundred years already, but they nevertheless stand, like skeletons on guard duty.
Thus, everywhere in the world, wherever my thoughts wander or stop, they encounter faithful and silent bridges like an eternal and ever insatiable human desire, to connect, to reconcile, and to !oin everything that challenges our spirit, eyes and feet, to stop division, contradiction, or parting. Likewise in dreams and reveries. Listening to the most bitter and the most beautiful music had ever heard, all of a sudden it is as if see a stone bridge, cut in two, with two ends of a broken arch painfully reaching towards each other and pointing, with ultimate eort, to the only possible form of the arch that had disappeared. This is the loyalty and sublime implacability of beauty which allows for the one and only possibility beside itselfnone'istence. /inally, everything that this life reveals itself by thoughts, eorts, looks, smiles, words, sighsthey all sway toward the other shore, to which they are directed, as if toward a target, and once reaching it, they gain their true meaning. They all have to overcome and bridge somethingdisorder, death, or the lack of meaning. /or everything is a transition, a bridge whose ends fade away into the in$nity and toward which all earthly bridges are nothing but mere playthings, pale symbols. (nd all our hopes are on the other side. Published with permission from the Ivo Andrić Foundation Translated by Amela Kurtović – © 2005 Amela Kurtović
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