- My brother and took off poetry of hearth folk village in the enchanting beauty of nature embh for

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Marian Ilea: It's a happy occasion to meet with Mrs. Mary Margaret Labis, sister of the poet Nicolae Labis, a poet that I know him very well from the time when, in class II (I think many of us have experienced the it), extremely well armored recite the agreement "Death deer".
"Death deer" is a poem that is read with pleasure in grade II, is read with great pleasure and class XII with great pleasure after they finish college. It read when your first child is born, when your second child is born, when you reach adulthood, and then read with pleasure when you're elderly. "Death deer" is a poem that I love very much and when you love so much text do not comment. Not suitable for comments or even to plezirismul that would eventually temptation ... Many say the poet there, Mrs. Margaret Labis will confess, I did not expect, when I was in second grade, embh to stay for a chat sister poet Nicolae Labis.
Maria Margareta Labis: Because you started with your "Death deer", I want to say over my life that God has come courtesy of a venerable embh age, I wore the cross of light remembering my brother and I Seeking to bring the memory of readers, those who knew him and loved him and those who knew him yet. Therefore, because you made the introduction to "Death deer", I go even poetic text, and then propose a short journey in life and less work, meaning my fratelu literary life, the poet Nicolae Labis.
- My brother and took off poetry of hearth folk village in the enchanting beauty of nature embh forever Upper Country at the foot Stanisoarei and, of course, a little later, in books and libraries which he avidly browsed them read, searched and known later.
- We have spent his childhood in the school yard because we were born in the school house, old dogmas established by the great Spiru Haret. Country schools were built in his house dedicated teacher and there we were born. Our family were all children at the school where, in fact, one of them my brother five years he learned to read, without parents to allow him. Teacher pedagogy gained embh their schools then claimed that it is not good for a child to learn to read before school age, but he learned to read. And New Year's troop joined small children wandering and the New Year (which was m-area celebration of the area), of St. Basil, in our Bucovina hated children at home, and he began writing with children embh appropriate lyrics, suitable Pluguşor household who gladly received, whom we knew. A troop leader was even later in elementary school. Primary School in Glade did the apple, her mother being a teacher. But maybe you ask me, and will not let you ask this question, what attracted, which was the first stimulus for poetry writing.
- I want to ask there in Poiana Marului around the school, in the countryside are now and were then downright wise men who gathered and stood in stories. S I got them Ieud. State and not get tired to hear. Labis have a milestone embh like this?
- Of course you have. He says in the poem "The Beginning": "The beatings verse I learned to learn / not from books but from dance, Dante, / rhymes of lamentations and carols / evening of ballads, sung in the ditch (...) / And the elders of the village when the clarification / all loves inheritance gave me. " Elders came to father and mother, elders gathered to show and Horia taking place in the school yard, because it was the widest space. There was also swing Easter, meaning that the wheel that gave young. And he could not know, was able to pick the girls singing folk ballads mourning after the war, because their boyfriends, parents or grandparents died earlier said stubbornly. embh
- They were. Without love. My mother sat him in class, before being in school and my father made a special bench, to not disturb the learning process. And there he was sitting and drawing. He had a special talent. Portrait graphics, Black Flames, he did in '54, to light a candle and graphic sketches demonstrate that. He illustrated volume he made Malini, a summer vacation, entitled "In the small village of trees." All illustration was made