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What "Love, šaltibarščiai and red tomatoes" is about? - Apie ką kalbama knygoje „Meilė, šaltibarščiai ir raudoni pomidorai“? - Di che parla "Amore, šaltibarščiai e pomodori rossi"?




Austeja è una ragazza lituana e vive la sua storia d'amore, ambientata nella capitale Vilnius dopo l'indipendenza raggiunta nel 1990. Parla italiano e ama l’Italia. Vive in Lituania e cerca la felicità attraverso l’amore con l’Italia in questo nuovo mondo, che si è aperto dopo il 1990,
Questo libro non è solo un romanzo incentrato sulla "cronaca in diretta" di un amore, ma anche un vero e proprio saggio sulla natura stessa dell'amore (che cos'è l'amore?): si ama come la storia e la tradizione del proprio popolo insegnano ad amare, ma l'amore è comunque indipendente dallo Spirito universale della Storia perché è una coscienza di se stessi che va oltre il singolo accadimento storico.

Lietuvė Austėja Vilniuje, 1990 metais nepriklausomybę atkūrusios Lietuvos sostinėje, išgyvena savo meilės istoriją. Ji kalba itališkai ir myli Italiją – per tai gyvendama Lietuvoje ieško laimės šiame naujame pasaulyje, kuris atsivėrė po 1990-ujų.
Ši knyga – ne tik romanas, kurio ašis – meilės kronika. Tai ir esė apie pačią meilės prigimtį (kas yra meilė?). Mus žmones istorija ir tradicijos moko mylėti, tačiau mylėti priklauso ne tik nuo bendrosios istorijos dvasios, bet ir nuo visuotinės sąmonės, peržengiančios istorinius įvykius.

Austeja is a Lithuanian girl and lives her love story, set in the capital, Vilnius, after her independence in 1990. She speaks Italian and loves Italy. She lives in Lithuania and seeks happiness in this new world, the world after 1990, and seeks it through her love with Italy.
This book is not just a novel whose axis is the chronicle of a love story. This is also an essay on the very nature of love (what is love?). History and traditions teach us to love people, but "love" is not only dependent on the general Spirit of History, but also on the universal conscience that transcends historical events.

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