- Julia Hasdeu during her study period in Paris
- Julia Hasdeu at the age of five
- Three characters: Elisabeta Daucs, B.P.Hasdeu's mother, in 1836; B.P.Hasdeu in 1874; Iulia Hasdeu, the wife, after the painting made by Diogène Maillart.
- Iulia Faliciu-Hasdeu, profile from her youth
- B.P.Hasdeu, phototype
- B.P.Hasdeu six days before his death (August 19, 1907). Photographed by Aspazia Iesanu from Bucovine
- B.P.Hasdeu at his desk
- B.P.Hasdeu in the coffin
- Short story written by Alexandru Hasdeu (scholar's father), with a foreword by Iosif Vulcan
- The blazon of the ruler Stefan Petriceicu
- Iulia Faliciu-Hasdeu, prophile from her youth
- Mrs. Iulia Hasdeu and the wife of doctor C.I. Istrati
- B.P.Hasdeu's wife, on the terrace of Julia Hasdeu Castle
- B.P.Hasdeu and his wife on the terrace of Julia Hasdeu Castle (after 1900)
- Iulia Hasdeu, the scholar's wife, on the terrace of Julia Hasdeu's Castle

 

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  Julia Hasdeu - The Daughter

          The 19th century represented the era of tuberculosis, a disease that often took away young people. Aware of their tragic end, the sick artists and writers continued to create, with more will and frenzy, as their death approached.

          On September 29, 1888, in Bucharest, Julia Hasdeu fell victim to that disease, regardless the desperate efforts of their parents to save her. For her father, an important professor at the Bucharest University and also a manager of the State Archives, historian, linguist, philologist and writer who approached all the literary genres, the death of the only child marked the moment in which he began to build the cult of her memory.

          In 1889, in Paris, Hachette Publishing House (Paris) edited, in collaboration with « Socec » Publishing House (Bucharest) the posthumous works of Julia B.P. Hasdeu, in three volumes: “April Buds”, “Medievals”, “Theatre. Legends and Short Stories ”. At the beginning of the first book there was a foreword signed by the Italian linguist Angelo de Gubernatis, an old friend of B.P. Hasdeu. It was a fragment from a public conference he held on February 18, 1889, at the Philological Circle in Florence. The second volume was preceded by a letter of Emile Boutroux and a note of Louis Leger, called:”A French Poet in Romania ”.

          Julia was born on November 14, 1869. When she was only 2 years and a half, she was able to read and proved an amazing memory, reciting long poems. At the age of eight, she could speak fluently French, German and English. When she was 11 years old, she graduated from the gymnasium “St. Sava”, with the first prize, and also brightly completed the musical training at the Conservatory. In September 1881 she went to Paris, accompanied by her mother, in order to continue her studies. She was a student at the Sévigné College. At the age of sixteen, she became a bachelor in letters (rhetoric and philosophy), thus being able to sign in at the Faculty of Letters and Philosophy at the Sorbonne. Apart from her school concerns, the young girl, endowed with an excellent voice of mezzo-soprano, took canto classes with the tenor Lawers. In the Parisian studio of the painter Maillart, she practiced painting. At the same time, she was studying Latin and Greek. Nevertheless, her greatest passion was the French language and literature. Slowly, she was attracted by the beauty and power of the French language. She chose that language, among all the others, in order to express the poetic state of her sensitive soul. Death put an end to all the dreams of the young student who was working on the PhD thesis on the subject “The Folklore Philosophy of the Romanians: logic, psychology, ethics and theodicy”. She could accomplish only one dream, that to become a writer, due to the patience of her unhappy parents, who gathered all her poetry notebooks. Literary and philosophical pages at the same time! Her father wrote in the preface of her third volume: “If I publish what Julia Hasdeu hasn’t published yet, or what she wouldn’t have published at all, it’s because these volumes, a monument created by the love of her parents for the memory of the dead to some, a literary anthology to others, are, in fact, much more than this: they should be for all, in the first place, an important contribution to the philosophy of the human spirit. Baratier, Chatterton and Julia Hasdeu disappeared before the age of 19, creating three chapters of the same book, a book that demonstrated not only that the soul has no age, but, on the contrary, that a very mature soul, “ancient and emeritus knight ” often comes to live for a while in a very young human being. And I’m not acting as a father; I think and I know ”.

          According to her father’s testimony, the publishing of Julia’s posthumous works had a balsamic effect for her parents: “Our only consolation – earthly consolation – is that our daughter, who died at a very young age, left behind her a literary heritage that, through its richness and diversity, would have sufficiently marked an entire life. As a writer she lived for at least a half of century. There is material for two volumes of poems, a volume of theatre and legends, two volumes of short stories, impressions, thoughts and studies; two volumes of small novels, then letters and memorandums, filled with verve and interest.

          The one who discovered Julia’s literary genius was her teacher from the Sévigné College, Maurice Albert, the son of the famous Paul Albert. He taught her Greek free of charge.

          The poetess wrote her works very naturally, following her inspiring muse: “Camille Armand used to write with no effort; the pen slipped on the paper. Her inspiration was alive and burning. She wrote only when the inspiration came to her, with the soul full of its subject, subdued to gods, as she used to say; the pen seemed to print, in her hand, with fire traits, on the paper …”The young girl longed to be known by the public under the name of Camille Armand.

          In August 1887, B.P. Hasdeu discovered the poems of his daughter. On his request, Julia accepted to read a few of them. But she refused to publish them, saying that: “I have to fully revise several times all that I have written. And I am too young. “. Fighting the strong opposition of his child, the scholar decided: he brought to the newspaper “Romania’s Star ” four poems (“The Blue Stories”, “Tears of a Child”, “Disdain”, “The Wish of an Ugly Girl ”). One of the literary editors, August R. Clavel, made a beautiful review in three articles, called: “Miss Julia Hasdeu, the Poetess”.

          Julia Hasdeu loved three people: Napoleon I, Ferdinand de Lesseps and Victor Hugo. She suffered a lot when Victor Hugo died and she expressed her feelings in a letter written in Paris to her father, on May 22, 1885: “Victor Hugo died today, at 1:30 PM, at the age of 83 three months and four days.

          This is the terrible news! The news that overwhelms the whole Paris, the whole France, the whole Europe and the entire world: Victor Hugo is dead!

          I am distressed, consternated; reading on the first page of the newspaper, framed as for the funeral, in black, thick and sinister letters, these words: “Victor Hugo is dead … a great light is dimming …”I felt a knife in my chest. Even now, when I’m writing to you, dear father, my nib trembles in my hand, I feel oppressed and I’m striving not to cry. Oh! It’s not allowed to cry on such pain!

          Ah! What a glory! I could never see something beyond this man. His life impressed me as much as his work. And his works move me and rise me. Why was he such a great man? Because he was also a great man. The other day I started to cry like a mad, as I understood the gravity of his disease, and mother, who was also sad enough, tried to comfort me telling me that he died old and full of glory. It doesn’t matter, I answered, we must shed a tear for him who often made you cry for others. And mother had to let me cry.

          How I wished I could see him at least once! I would have kept his sacred image in my heart forever. But, because this supreme happiness was refused for me, I want, at least, that his memory would never leave me. I’d so much wish to send him a crown of flowers …

          Victor Hugo died! I can’t come into my senses. I can’t understand this death; no, I simply can’t.

          Good evening, father, I’m not able to write something else now …


          Mother and daughter, they went to the old Eylau Street, to Victor Hugo’s house. There, Julia took her pen in order to write in the open notebook. She wrote: “Miss Hasdeu from the Romanian colony, to the greatest of the poets, to the greatest of the citizens ”. Later, she shared her emotions with her father: “I cannot describe the feeling when standing so close to that wall behind which I knew that he, Victor Hugo, was lying: my heart was beating, my hand was trembling, I was red, red, red …

          Strange fact, while she was healthy and smiley, in 1886, Julia wrote on a piece of paper her certitude: «Who will reveal yourself to their eyes? Death. 1886». Did she think so early of the sudden end of her earthly existence? Did she feel the call of the invisible?


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