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Међутим, у путописној британској литератури о Србији<br />
сва к ако предњачи Мери Е. Дарам. За четврт века је написала и<br />
објавила седам књига и низ чланака у водећим енгеским листо вима<br />
и часописима. Била је члан два краљевска института, а жи вот је<br />
посветила искључиво научном и политичком раду. И после књиге<br />
Кроз српске земље, Мери Дарам је имала низ сјај них опсервација<br />
о српском народу и српским противницима, те је њено целокупно<br />
дело од великог значаја за проучавање последње епохе нашег<br />
патријархалног доба и ослободилачких ратова.<br />
Део описа Ивањице:<br />
„У недјељу је била нека светковина. Сви смо поподне<br />
изишли на једну ливаду око три километре од мјеста. На во лујским<br />
колима су довезене столице столови, пиво, хљеб и трешње<br />
– све што је Ивањици потребно за весело поподне. И ја сам<br />
чинила мали дио забаве, пошто су сви који се нису још били са<br />
мном упознали имали сада прилику.<br />
Свештеник дође на коњу са својом одеждом у бисагама.<br />
Он направи мали олтар насред ливаде са три коца и даском<br />
застртом платном и засади са стране зелен жбун. Онда људи<br />
стадоше унаоколо близу њега, а жене мало подаље иза њих<br />
и поче молитва. Риједак дим од тамјана извијао се наспрам<br />
мрачне позадине од планина које су нас окружавале, а сељаци<br />
у својој најбољој разнобојној ношњи, из дна душе су отпјевали,<br />
док су волови са стране преживали. Наједном се над уском<br />
до лином небо натмури и поцрвени; све се избриса с видика<br />
усљед густог олујног облака, који се наједном проломи изнад<br />
наших глава. Свештеник покупи своју мантију и књиге, и сви<br />
потрчасмо наглавачке у неколико појата, сто тињак метара<br />
78<br />
Ђорђе Крстић: „Таковска црква”<br />
Đorđe Krstić: “Church in Takovo”<br />
preserves made of roses and a large round Czech crystal dish filled<br />
with water; all of this, including a cigar, was the introduction to a<br />
breakfast that consisted of coffee and toast, and instead of milk we<br />
had kajmak, which is the name for the Turkish milky cream”.<br />
Certainly, among the famous British authors of travel books<br />
are the writers Charles Lamb and John P. Simpson as well as Adeline<br />
Pauline Irby, a great benefactress of the Serbian people, who is remembered<br />
here simply as Miss Irby.<br />
Differing from Peyton, Miss Irby didn’t even try to “get<br />
through” to the people, which is completely out of sync with the fact<br />
that she dedicated a large part of her life to charity work in Serbia.<br />
However, in the canon of British travel literature about Serbia,<br />
the leading figure is certainly Mary Edith Durham. During one<br />
quarter of a century she wrote and published seven books and a<br />
series of articles in leading English journals and magazines. She was<br />
a member of two royal institutes, and she devoted her life utterly to<br />
scientific and political work. Even after the book “Through the lands<br />
of Serbia”, Edith Durham had a series of brilliant observations about<br />
the Serbian people and Serbian opponents, thus her complete work<br />
is of great importance for studying the last epoch of our patriarchal<br />
period and of wars for liberation.<br />
A part of the description of Ivanjica:<br />
“On Sunday it was some kind of saint’s day. In the afternoon,<br />
we all went out on a meadow about three kilometres away from the<br />
town. On top of a cart pulled by oxen, were stacked chairs, tables,<br />
beer, bread and cherries – all that is needed to go to Ivanjica and<br />
to have a merry afternoon. I was part of the entertainment as well,<br />
since all of those who didn’t meet me before now had the chance.<br />
A priest came riding a horse and carrying his vestments in<br />
saddlebags. He made a small altar in the middle of the meadow<br />
using three wooden sticks and a plank covered with textile, and<br />
planted a small green bush on the side. Then the men stood around<br />
him, and women a bit farther from them and a prayer began. Slender<br />
smoke of incense fluttered across the dark background made up<br />
of the surrounding mountains and the peasants in their best colourful<br />
folk costumes were singing from the bottom of their hearts, while<br />
the oxen stood on the side and chewed their cud.<br />
Suddenly the sky above the narrow valley became dark and<br />
red; everything was erased from view because of the thick stormy<br />
cloud that suddenly breached above our heads. The priest picked up<br />
his garments and books, and we all ran to several enclosed spaces,<br />
about hundred metres away and jammed inside them (…) But the