{"id":2044,"date":"2010-08-01T00:02:10","date_gmt":"2010-08-01T05:02:10","guid":{"rendered":"\/nashvillereview\/?p=2044"},"modified":"2015-03-25T20:28:19","modified_gmt":"2015-03-26T02:28:19","slug":"circle-and-rectangle","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/2044","title":{"rendered":"Circle and Rectangle"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My childhood existed in two shapes:<br \/>\noutside: the round-yarded playground.<br \/>\nInside: the enclosed-porch\u2019s rectangle and high windows.<br \/>\nAnything else was just a black void.<br \/>\nWhen I was on the porch,<br \/>\na thousand drawers would open at once:<br \/>\nmedicine, linen, jewelry, and secret-paper drawers,<br \/>\nimpish smells emanating from them all.<br \/>\nBut on the playground, oleanders eddied and frothed<br \/>\nin the morning as the children and their cries of joy<br \/>\nrode with angels down the slide.<\/p>\n<p><strong><br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<h3>\u10ec\u10e0\u10d4 \u10d3\u10d0 \u10db\u10d0\u10e0\u10d7\u10d9\u10e3\u10d7\u10ee\u10d4\u10d3\u10d8<\/h3>\n<p><strong><br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u10d1\u10d0\u10d5\u10e8\u10d5\u10dd\u10d1\u10d8\u10e1\u10d0\u10e1 \u10db\u10ee\u10dd\u10da\u10dd\u10d3 \u10d0\u10db \u10dd\u10e0 \u10e4\u10d8\u10d2\u10e3\u10e0\u10d0\u10e8\u10d8 \u10d5\u10d0\u10e0\u10e1\u10d4\u10d1\u10dd\u10d1\u10d3\u10d8:<br \/>\n\u10d2\u10d0\u10e0\u10d4\u10d7 _ \u10e1\u10d0\u10d1\u10d0\u10d5\u10e8\u10d5\u10dd \u10d1\u10d0\u10e6\u10d8\u10e1 \u10db\u10e0\u10d2\u10d5\u10d0\u10da\u10d8 \u10d4\u10d6\u10dd<br \/>\n\u10d3\u10d0 \u10e8\u10d8\u10dc _ \u10db\u10d0\u10e6\u10d0\u10da\u10e4\u10d0\u10dc\u10ef\u10e0\u10d4\u10d1\u10d0 \u10da\u10dd\u10ef\u10d8\u10e1 \u10db\u10d0\u10e0\u10d7\u10d9\u10e3\u10d7\u10ee\u10d4\u10d3\u10d8.<br \/>\n\u10e1\u10ee\u10d5\u10d0 \u10e7\u10d5\u10d4\u10da\u10d0\u10e4\u10d4\u10e0\u10d8 \u10d9\u10d8 \u10e3\u10d9\u10e3\u10dc\u10d8 \u10d2\u10d5\u10d8\u10e0\u10d0\u10d1\u10d8\u10d5\u10d8\u10d7 \u10d8\u10e7\u10dd&#8230;<br \/>\n\u10da\u10dd\u10ef\u10e8\u10d8 \u10e0\u10dd\u10db \u10e8\u10d4\u10d5\u10d3\u10d8\u10dd\u10d3\u10d8,<br \/>\n\u10d0\u10d7\u10d0\u10e1\u10d8 \u10e3\u10ef\u10e0\u10d0 \u10d8\u10ee\u10e1\u10dc\u10d4\u10d1\u10dd\u10d3\u10d0 \u10d4\u10e0\u10d7\u10d3\u10e0\u10dd\u10e3\u10da\u10d0\u10d3:<br \/>\n\u10ec\u10d0\u10db\u10da\u10d4\u10d1\u10d8\u10e1, \u10d7\u10d4\u10d7\u10e0\u10d4\u10e3\u10da\u10d8\u10e1, \u10e1\u10d0\u10db\u10d9\u10d0\u10e3\u10da\u10d8\u10e1, \u10d1\u10d4\u10ed\u10d3\u10d8\u10d0\u10dc\u10d8 \u10e4\u10e3\u10e0\u10ea\u10da\u10d4\u10d1\u10d8\u10e1&#8230;<br \/>\n\u10d3\u10d0 \u10d0\u10db\u10dd\u10e0\u10d1\u10dd\u10d3\u10dc\u10d4\u10dc \u10d8\u10e5\u10d8\u10d3\u10d0\u10dc \u10ed\u10d8\u10dc\u10d9\u10d0 \u10e1\u10e3\u10dc\u10d4\u10d1\u10d8.<br \/>\n\u10ee\u10dd\u10da\u10dd \u10d3\u10d8\u10da\u10d8\u10d7, \u10d1\u10d0\u10e6\u10d8\u10e1 \u10e1\u10d8\u10db\u10e0\u10d2\u10d5\u10d0\u10da\u10d4\u10e8\u10d8<br \/>\n\u10d8\u10e1\u10d4\u10d5 \u10db\u10d0\u10e0\u10d0\u10d3\u10db\u10ec\u10d5\u10d0\u10dc\u10d4 \u10d1\u10e3\u10e9\u10e5\u10d4\u10d1\u10d8\u10e1 \u10db\u10dd\u10e0\u10d4\u10d5\u10d8 \u10e5\u10d0\u10e4\u10d3\u10d4\u10d1\u10dd\u10d3\u10d0<br \/>\n\u10d3\u10d0 \u10e1\u10d0\u10e1\u10e0\u10d8\u10d0\u10da\u10dd\u10d3\u10d0\u10dc \u10d9\u10d8\u10d5\u10d8\u10da\u10d8\u10d7 \u10d4\u10e8\u10d5\u10d4\u10d1\u10dd\u10d3\u10dc\u10d4\u10dc<br \/>\n\u10d1\u10d0\u10d5\u10e8\u10d5\u10d4\u10d1\u10e1 \u10e8\u10d4\u10e0\u10d4\u10e3\u10da\u10d8 \u10d0\u10dc\u10d2\u10d4\u10da\u10dd\u10d6\u10d4\u10d1\u10d8&#8230;<\/p>\n<h6><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/1771\">Maya Sarishvili<\/a><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">_______________<\/span><\/p>\n<p>translated from the Georgian by <a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/1771\">Timothy Kercher and Nene Giorgadze<\/a><\/h6>\n<p><em>Read the <\/em><a href=\"\/nashvillereview\/archives\/2464\"><em>translator&#8217;s note<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My childhood existed in two shapes: outside: the round-yarded playground. Inside: the enclosed-porch\u2019s rectangle and high windows. Anything else was just a black void. When I was on the porch, a thousand drawers would open at once: medicine, linen, jewelry, and secret-paper drawers, impish smells emanating from them all. But on the playground, oleanders eddied [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":22,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[13],"tags":[25,36],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6Jypy-wY","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2044"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/22"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2044"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2044\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11782,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2044\/revisions\/11782"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2044"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2044"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2044"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}