Alexander Donich's House museum.
Orhei trace meanders and takes you far away from the capital. Fields and vineyards replace each other, see off us to the travel destination. It is close: some 40 kilometers from Chisinau the village Donici (former Bezeni) is stretching among the hills. It is a small native land of the Moldavian fabulist, the classic of the domestic literature Alexander Donici. Here two centuries ago, in 1806 the baby who was to be recorded into the annals of the Moldavian history pleased his parents with the first cry. Alexander was born in ancestral manor of landowner Dmitry Donici. Atmosphere in the family promoted the development of the interest to the literature, history, sciences in young Alexander. But, respecting the traditions and fashion of that time, parents sent Alexander and his brother Peter to the military school of St.-Petersburg.
From the deep Moldavian province to the empire capital – probably, it was a big shock for boys, after all Alexander at that time was only 13 years old. The cadet corps in Х1Х century were the class military educational institutions. Only children from the noble families were accepted there. And what was the main difference of the noble class from the other population of empire? Correctly, the service in the authorities and for the authorities. And listeners of the cadet corps became officers upon education. But revolutionary moods soared in the air, the movement of Decembrists was in full play, and the future classic absorbed ideas of democratism. Subsequently it found its reflection in his fables.
In 1825 Alexander Donici comes back to Bessarabia, then, in 1835 leaves for Iasi. There he successfully combines the judicial and lawyer practice with the literary creativity. In 1840-1842 two books of his fables "Plot" are published. In texts we can feel the strong influence of Lafontaine and Ivan Krylov – two fabulists the creativity of which Donici respected a lot. In the fables he derided defects of the society, arrogance of the upper class, subservience, injustice. He also had verses and prose, articles and notes. The writer died in 1865, in Iasi, far from the native places.
The village Donici nowadays can hardly count more than one thousand inhabitants, but about 20000 tourists visit this place every year. The manor of Donici family has been given during the Soviet period for the school, and only in 1976 the museum of the writer was opened here. One had to scratch many layers of whitewashing to find the original modeled ceiling. The museum consists of four rooms. The biggest one, Casa Mare, and in the former cabinet of the writer the atmosphere corresponds to that epoch. Furniture of the fashionable then Egyptian style, the Moldavian carpets, parquet. The cabinet's window overlooks the wonderful views to the hills on the slopes of which the symbol of Moldova grows- the vivifying rod. Looking at this landscape you can immediately understand the origin of such talent: it has been absorbed since childhood, the beauty of the native land was its source. The other rooms hosts the exposition of books by Alexander Donici, his articles, translations. Yes, Alexander Donici was making great translations of the works by the Russian writers – the years spent in Petersburg and the natural gift of the writer helped at this. Pushkin's "Gipsies", «Tundza. Valahsky true story» by Veltman – the Pushkin's friend and colleague, collected works by Antioh Cantemir – all these works have been at various times published in the Moldavian language thanks to Alexander Donici.
The museum complex includes the manor park, family chapel and the spring "Stanca" once arranged by the parents of Alexander Donici. Till now this source feeds with water the whole village. Saint Maria church some time ago located near the manor has no analogues in Moldova. It is said that it is an exact copy of one of the churches in Kiev Pechora Monastery. It stores the ashes of parents of the writer, his wife, brother and son.
Walking along the museum house rooms, park lawns, breathing the smell of pines – the same like one and a half centuries ago, you will understand that such cozy places and the real present that is so necessary for any of us.