Abstract:
The fate brought Keto, abducted by the Lezghins, to the Naibs
family, where she was brought up with the same love and tenderness
as in her own Family. Foster parents literally doted on her and the
child accepted her new lifestyle with ease, becoming oblivious to the
past, which faded with each day. Soon there was nothing left in her
past memories that were dear to her heart or what she missed and
longed for.
As it was said Keto was almost three by the time of her abducttion,
i.e. at the age when the children begin to cognize the environment
and the first impressions are established. Children of Keto’s
age observe the nature, objects, and the events and remember them,
including songs. They distinguish between the sounds they like or
dislike.
However, the memories that arise from that particular age
disappear just as easily. That’s the reason why I. Gogebashvili chose
the girl of that particular age to become the hero of his story.
As we proceed with the story we observe that Keto’s parents
Zurab and Magdan are desperate to make Keto’s emotional return to
the family as quick as possible.
For this reason they resort to the familiar strategy. The strategy
to which many resort when they try to find something that has been
accidentally lost – visiting old places, revival of the events, meeing
old friends, etc., although, nothing helped. Keto remained frozen and
insensitive to all and everything.”
So what was the way out?
Where the solution was? Sooner or later the writer finds the
way for the return of the lost child to her parents. Initially, in order
to find solution, the writer resorts to nature and describe the first
days of May with great artistry.
Improvement of mood and the traces of the involuntary
thought soon found reflection on Ketpo’s sad, pensive face, which
did not go unnoticed for her strenuous mother. The story tells us that nobody had heard Magdana sing since
the loss of her daughter. The grief took away her voice.
“Keto”, writes the author, “was trying hard to recall something
but couldn’t clear her memory. Magadana saw it and added more
expressiveness and attraction to her voice, watching her daughter
closely, with maternal tenderness. Keto also watched her mother
intensely as if trying to solve the mystery, which she finally did. She
calmed down gradually and the black clouds lifted from her face…
She jumped up from the sofa shouting the much desired word
“Mother”, fell into Magdana’s arms and started to kiss her passionately.
The tears trickled down their cheeks, but those were the
tears of happiness, relief and elation.”The lullaby sung by the
Georgian mother achieved the impossible, it returned the lost child
to the motherland.”
