“…finally, I am no longer a person, but a plant”
(Ukrainka, 2017, р. 386), “I have a lot of
grandiose literary ideas right now (this is about
the autumn of 1909 – L. H.) and I would like to
delay the time of complete disability…”
(Ukrainka, 2018, р. 445). “Now I am, to tell the
truth, a disabled person, I just do not want to bear
my title formally” (Ukrainka, 2018, р. 448-449).
From such a hopeless state for many people,
Lesia Ukrainka was saved by creativity, for her it
was the only way to restore self-esteem –
literature, because “when I write, I live”
(Ukrainka, 2017, р. 69), because “…trouble is
trouble, but deed is deed” (Ukrainka, 2017,
р. 102).
To fulfill herself, the artist looked for a
compromise with her body, because the level of
her creative activity did not decrease, the goal did
not disappear, control over the situation was not
lost, the degree of criticism and self-control was
not reduced (although, of course there were
moments of despair). According to the letters,
Lesia Ukrainka adjusted herself to getting used to
the pain: “Summer (we are talking about 1898. –
L. H.) is passing and I must in advance accept the
idea that such attacks of heat and leg pain will be
from time to time, because even in the Crimea
they have been” (Ukrainka, 2017, р. 69).
“Attacks of hysteria, weakness of heart… I will
soon get used to them” (Ukrainka, 2017, р. 89).
It seems that the writer does not fully understand
the danger of these manifestations of the disease.
The need to make concessions to the body was
also mentioned in the letter from San Remo to
Mykhailo Kryvyniuk. Apparently,
contemplating about nervous state of the patient
Larysa Kosach, caused by the inability to work
actively, the Italian doctor allowed her to write:
“… the luminary (a doctor – L. H.) reduced my
“working day” and from 6 hours left only 4!
Although he said that I should not give up the
literary work at all, because it can also harmful
influence into my psychology – but more than 4
hours I can’t work. “Well, what can I do for 4
hours?! I just don’t know what I should do in
such “expensive time”” (Ukrainka, 2018, р. 83).
As you know, creativity is an extremely complex
and exhausting process due to mental state,
external and internal factors. When the
subconscious dominates the consciousness,
when inspiration comes, intuitive creative
activity is optimized, the artist must release this
energy into a work of art, to fulfill it in an image,
idea, pathos, plot, etc. The classic (and what is
important – actually the author’s) illustration of
the creative act is the lines from Lesia Ukrainka’s
well-known letter to Liudmyla Starytska-
Cherniakhivska, dated May 29, 1912, where the
writer noted the state in which she had been
writing the drama-extravaganza “Forest Song”.
“I write “only in a fit of insanity,” because then I
can only fight (or rather forget about the fight)
with exhaustion, fever and other depressing
symptoms, when I am simply galvanized by
some idea fixe, some invincible force. The crowd
of images does not allow me to sleep at night, it
torments me like a new illness (our italics – L.
H.)” (Ukrainka, 2018, р. 589-600). This is a
powerful inner energy that should be released
and to protect creative personality. Otherwise,
the blocked creative potential disturbed the
author as an unspeakable desire, hurt like
physical pain, which was a complicated unstable
state of Lesia Ukrainka health. Her abilities and
talents were banned by doctors who did not
approve (limit the time) of her creative work not
to harm her health. However, as it already was
mentioned, creative energy could not be stopped.
And her failure to turn into a work of art turned
into an examination of the author, an inner
dissatisfaction, as evidenced by the eloquent
lines from her letter to her sister Olha Kosach,
dated November 28, 1899. “It is unpleasant to
think to myself that the day has passed in vain
again, I do nothing neither to me, nor to people
<…> I really got tired, when I’ve been writing
the abstract, etc., but that was, by the way,
healthier fatigue, healthier for both morally and
even physically… I cannot take a pen in hand,
but is it better when unwritten thoughts will not
let you sleep at night? <…> As for me, work is
like music, sometimes it serves instead of
mustard plaster (moral, of course). So, for
example, a month ago, if it was not for my
indefatigable, truly inhuman writing, interrupted
at times by sonatas and nocturnes, I might have
had seizures again, such were the
circumstances… So there were no seizures… I
know that it is very sublime to use literature
instead of morphine, but it is still better than to
use morphine instead of literature. This
“morphine” does not allow me to get dirty, sour
and sleepy – thanks it for that” (Ukrainka, 2017,
р. 168). For Lesia Ukrainka, literature becomes,
according to Sigmund Freud (Freud, 1998), a
means of reconciling two hostile principles – the
principle of pleasure and the principle of reality.
The writer strives for a full life, and creativity
(active, productive) heals her exhausted body,
appears as a “function of health and has its own
therapeutic effect” (Aheieva, 2007, р. 3). After
all, “the psyche is a single whole, and as a whole,
but with different activity of certain departments,
it protects its homeostasis in problematic life
situations” (Titarenko, 2009, р. 187). For Lesia
Ukrainka, such “problematic life situations”
were an illness and the ban on writing caused by