in ditches. To Michael has again come to mind thought, local life from western has how much lagged behind, but at the same time he had a feeling of an accessory to these people. How it was pleasant to it in the West, he never felt that local streets, parks and people are a part him. This motley weight was those people in which it is involved; he could tell about each passer-by, whence what place in life occupies now and on what can count in the future. Only infinitely long days in Mentone, and then and in the Swiss sanatorium have taught it to understand and love the fellow countrymen. He admired men in badly sewed, on English of manners suits with the shirtfronts fastened ahead under which the worn linen disappeared, - these men with heroic efforts aspired to achieve in the slightest degree worthy life. Michael asked sometimes a question, to what class has dropped out труднейший a lot: to peasants, with their hopeless poverty and infinite cares, or to townspeople who hardly balanced on a rope tense between stagnation XIX both lifting of XX centuries and which primary goal it was to be kept on the middle - between possibility to realise gentlemen and hopeless humility of life of the beggar.
Only acquaintance to envious mistresses of the French hotels, indifferent porters of the Swiss hotels and greedy, servile Austrian officials has opened to it eyes and has allowed to see originality and an originality of Serbs. Capable similarly to show both almost sacred virtue, and brutal cruelty, they ruthlessly killed, if it was necessary, the enemies, disgraced their women, pinned up children in cradles, - but in a peace time were soft and patient, without leaving the orphan without love and supervision, without allowing to starve to death the old man or the homeless to the tramp. Even валахи, the original, closed people - Michael met them on maneuvers, - reminded it the medieval sacred. Any African tribe did not live in such primitive conditions, as these shepherds who huddled in caves and to which the sheep skins served not only clothes, but also bed, and a funeral shroud. Never any coin fell into in their hands; Even if to them offered money, they did not know that with them to do. Nobody could help them with their searches of water in mountains where they grazed the sheep, nothing could protect from a wind penetrating to bones, from snow under which they appeared buried with the sheep. But the same silent, wild people felt offended if another's person did not want to try their cornbread, an onions or firm cheese. Serbia was нецивилизованной, its inhabitants were not tamed nation, but they have not experienced two most terrible harms that can comprehend people: hunger and loneliness.
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