- Silence

- The Arab East, Jordan in this case, has attracted throughout the 19th and early 20th century several Western writers,

- painters and artists. The magic of the East they wandered has bewitched them. They were motivated by the discovery of its mysteries

- and passionate about their places of historical and aesthetic inspirations. Impressions and influences instilled during their trips have produced unique literary and artistic works.

- Among these visitors of the East and Jordan there is the great Russian poet and writer Ivan Bunin.

- Bunin is one of the writers and poets that has been greatly influenced by the beauty of the East and its spirituality.

- Arab and Islamic references were apparent in his poetry just after his visit.

- Bunin went twice to Arab East. The first time was between 1905 and 1907 and the second time was during World War II.

- He was called out by life, nature and people in Jordan. The desert and Bedouins impressed him.

- His poem "The Bedouin," published in Russia after his return from Jordan, is a proof of his interest in the East.

- In his poem, the lifestyle of the desert Arab, Arabic poet and knight, emerges in a unique natural setting.

- It describes that in the Bedouin mixes a highly poetic way of thinking and a rudimentary way of life.

- The Arab of the desert has a rough life and is a poet by nature as he is the heir of ancient civilizations and a centuries old heritage.

- Bunin highlights in his description of Bedouin his love for nature that surrounds it, the desert, the hot sands, the Dead Sea, Jordan,

- plants of the valley, rosebay and perfume, not to mention he is a talented rider who loves his horse and cares for it.

- In his description of the Arab man in his poem "The Bedouin," Bunin describes his journey into the world of Oriental man, from outside and inside, his face and his mind.

- Behind the Black Sea, gray borders, mountains are almost visible at midday.

- At noon, he washed his mare in the Jordan and sat down to smoke. Sand like hot copper,

- behind the Black Sea, in a beautiful fog, a mirage flows through the valley. Light is a dove crying on a branch.

- On a rosebay a spring crimson colour, but he whispers asleep, then sat like a raptor he starts to sing.

- A wide toga falls from his shoulders. The poet, the rider, here he smokes, glad to see the smoke.

- Music