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This set was obviously meant to extol not only
the scenery of Latvia, but imply that road building progress has been made
under the Soviet system. (Why else include pictures of overpasses?) With the
occasional car or bus wending its way towards its destination, it's a bit like
a Soviet version of that 60's TV commercial of the same era inviting us to
"See the U.S.A. in your Chevrolet!"
Still, there is a feeling of green unspoiled
countryside, the charm of neatly tree-lined roads (no mention it was Karlis
Ulmanis' beautification project!), and a sense of portraying Latvia's scenery
at its best. And always those magnificent blue skies and billowing white
clouds.
The set is nearly intact, only 3 of the 16 cards are
missing. They were originally a birthday gift from Mara, Silvija's mom's close
friend going back to Latvian times.
The set was originally published by the Liesma publishing
house, priced at 3 kapekas for a single card, or 51 kapekas (kopecks) for the
entire set. Being that a loaf of bread was probably 1 or 2 kapekas at the
time—and that the descriptions of the pictures are printed in Latvian,
Russian, German, and English on each card—these were definitely meant for
the tourist trade, fuzzy pictures, cheap paper and all.
Mara's inscription to Silvija's mom reads:
Sveiciens dzimsanas diena, no
Maras Greetings on your birthday, from Mara
Atkal viens
gadu slieksnis Un atkal sakas, kas bijis Nolis par peleku sniegu Tads
pats lietus, kads jau ir lijis.
No sniegiem, varbut no visa Paliek
tikai — nekas... Atkal nak pavasaris naivais Un tomer labi ir
tas
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Another
threshold of another year And so what has been starts all over again The
rain will fall on the gray snows The same rain, that already fell.
Of
the snows, perhaps of everything Remains only — nothing... Once
again naive Spring arrives And it is good, for all that.
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| — A. Strauss |
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Latvians traditionally inscribe a gift with a
poem to commemorate the time and place in one's life: that of the giver, of the
receiver, or both—and so, hope eternal under Soviet rule... Spring comes
once more, not caring what went before, ignorant of all but its own bringing of
new life. And it is good, for all that. |