Monografija - prvo izdanje - niska rezolucija

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