“ She will be a splendid mother. How maternity sanctifies a woman! And Nita--poor Colia!" Suddenly he felt strangely; remembrance had allured him to a dark spot of which he felt a horror. How would the meeting with Colia be? For years he had longed to be reconciled with his son, and still he could not overcome a certain anxiety in this case.He tried to think of something else. What city should he appoint as the place of the family meeting? He did not wish to cause Mascha any great expense. Venice would have been the most convenient, but the old Bärenburgs vexed him. ”
Colia
Definition and stakes
The concept of "Colia" encompasses both a personal name and a botanical genus, illustrating its diverse presence in literature and natural history. In fiction, it appears as a character name, such as in Fyodor Dostoevsky’s The Idiot, where Colia embodies emotional depth and familial conflict, or in Mary Frere’s Old Deccan Days, where Koila symbolizes destiny and allure.
In scientific contexts, "Colias" denotes a genus of butterflies, as described by Philip Henry Gosse, whose vivid accounts emphasize their shimmering colors. Classical references, such as Strabo’s mention of the temple of Venus Colias, connect the term to ancient geography and mythology. These varied uses reveal "Colia" as a term linking human storytelling with the marvels of nature, shaped by cultural and scientific imagination.
Quotes about “Colia”
Fyodor Dostoyevsky,
The Idiot
(1874)
“ Is it true, prince, that you once declared that ‘beauty would save the world’? Great Heaven! The prince says that beauty saves the world! And I declare that he only has such playful ideas because he’s in love! Gentlemen, the prince is in love. I guessed it the moment he came in. Don’t blush, prince; you make me sorry for you. What beauty saves the world? Colia told me that you are a zealous Christian; is it so? Colia says you call yourself a Christian.” The prince regarded him attentively, but said nothing. ”
Bill o'th' Hoylus End, Random Rhymes and Rambles
“ This old Colia’s genius did that January morn, Vow in all her splendour when Robert Burns was born.And in the nights of winter when stormy winds do roar, And the fierce dashing waves is heard on Ayr’s old craggy shore, The young and old encircled are around the cheerful fire, Will talk of Rob the Ploughman and tune the Scottish lyre; And sing how Colia’s genius on a January morn, Appeared in all her splendour when Robert Burns was born.p. 52Johnny o’ t’ Bog an’ Keighley Feff-fee Goast: A Tale o’ Poverty. “Some books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn’d ”
