Books from the library on making a small deposit

All townspeople are permitted to borrow books from the library on making a small deposit; and I’m assured by the librarian that delays or defaults in returning the books borrowed are of very unusual incidence. The Sobranje votes about 400 yearly for the acquisition of books; nonetheless, with this exception, your entire payments of the institution are defrayed by the municipality.

Visiting the model new waterworks in Philippopolis

I drove out one afternoon all through my preserve at Philippopolis to go to the model new waterworks, which kind the chief enchancment that the city has however carried out There was till simply recently an extreme quantity of fever proper right here, which was attributed to the unhealthy top quality of the water present. The water of the Maritza is supposed to be polluted by the town sewage, which percolates into the river. Moreover, as an vital part of the city is constructed on the rocky heights of which I’ve spoken, water from the Maritza wanted to be launched up in buckets. With a view to obviate these defects, the town authorities decided, on the advice of an eminent Belgian company of hydraulic engineers, to accumulate their water from a mountain stream throughout the Rhodope Hills, at a distance of some ten miles from the city; the stream to be tapped at an elevation significantly above the perfect stage of the hills of Philippopolis. The placement of the outtake is in a singularly picturesque mountain gorge. The water, after being diverted from the stream, passes by means of loads of tanks, the place it’s fastidiously filtered, and is then conveyed to Philippopolis by iron culverts. The scheme has proved a complete success as a manner of supplying the town with a just about limitless quantity of singularly modern and clear water. There was of late a extremely marked enchancment throughout the healthiness of the city, though whether or not or not this enchancment is submit hoc or propter hoc I’ve no technique of claiming.

No value is launched additional usually in the direction of Bulgaria by people

I check with this incident on account of it seems to me an illustration of the good sense which, on your entire, characterizes the native administration of the nation. No value is launched additional usually in the direction of Bulgaria by people who, for one set off or one different, are dissatisfied with the present order of points, than the assertion that, beneath the model new regime, the native indebtedness of the municipalities has assumed extreme and alarming proportions. Philippopolis is usually cited for instance of this alleged extravagance. However when the information given me by people who’ve little curiosity within the matter is reliable, the price on this event has little or no foundation. Given that liberation of Jap Roumelia Philippopolis has incurred a debt of £ 120,000, which, within the main, was borrowed from the Nationwide Monetary establishment of Bulgaria at a value, for curiosity and sinking fund, of about 10 per cent The revenue of the town, which is principally derived from the octree duties, is about £20,000; and, with the quick improvement of the inhabitants, this revenue is steadily on the rise.

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Delivered at these celebrations and disseminate

Within the addresses delivered at these celebrations and disseminate ted by the mass media all around the nation, aside from the greetings addressed to the Bulgarian individuals in reference to the 1300th anniversary of the muse of the Bulgarian state, the function of the Bulgarian Communist Social gathering for the fast improvement of Bulgaria after the victory over fascism was careworn.

Stressing the agency and dynamic management of President Zhivkov, an amazing buddy of the Mozambique individuals, his half for the lively and persistant participation of Bulgaria within the battle in opposition to neocolonialism, racism, Zionism and racial separateness, for peace, justice and social progress was marked.

The celebrations of the 1300th anniversary of Bulgaria ended with the naming of one of many capital’s districts after the title of GeorgiDimitrov.

With the actions carried out within the Folks’s Republic of Mozambique for marking this vital occasion within the historical past of the Bulgarian individuals, the Central Committee of the FRELIMO Social gathering, the Everlasting Fee of the Folks’s Meeting and the Authorities of the Folks’s Republic of Mozambique categorical their respect to the Bulgarian individuals, to the Bulgarian Communist Social gathering and the Authorities of the Folks’s Republic of Bulgaria and ensure as soon as extra the sensation of friendship and solidarity which have related our two peoples, events and states.

For the victory of socialism!

For peace!

For progress!

The battle continues!

Central Committee of the FRELIMO Social gathering Everlasting Fee of the Folks’s Meeting Authorities of the Folks’s Republic of Mozambique.

Ball within the HofburgPalace in Vienna, devoted to the 1300years anniversary of Bulgaria

TO TODOR ZHIVKOV, GENERAL SECRETARY OF THE CENTRAL COMMITTEE OF THE BULGARIAN COMMUNIST PARTY AND PRESIDENT OF THE STATE COUNCIL OF THE PEOPLE’S REPUBLIC OF BULGARIA.

The Sandinist Entrance for Nationwide Liberation sends a fraternal and revolutionary greeting to the individuals, The Communist Social gathering and the Authorities of the Folks’s Republic of Bulgaria on the event of the celebration of 1300th anniversary of the muse of the Bulgarian state.

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The historical past of our two nations, repleat with struggles and combating spirit, our efforts to construct a brand new society, social justice and peace on the earth, strengthen our conviction that the ties of friendship, present between, on the one hand, the individuals of Nicaragua, their historic vangard  the Sandinist Entrance for Nationwide Liberation  and their authorities and alternatively  the individuals, the Communist Social gathering and the federal government of the Motherland of GeorgiDimitrov, will change into ever nearer every passing day.

 

Wooden galleries running round them

Others are broad and large, with nice cupolas above them, and, far up, picket galleries working spherical them. From time to time you encounter an previous fountain of stained marble and dim faience about which males are squatting on their haunches to scrub their faces and hands- and their fastidiously bared arms. The lanes are paved and are sometimes slippery. Slightly below the lofty roof there are home windows of white glass, and about them, and on arches and partitions, there are crude decorations in robust blues and purples, yellows and greens. The intense retailers from many lands don’t beset you with importunities as you move; however generally a lustrous pair of eyes invitations you to pause, or a darkish and long-fingered hand gently beckons you towards a jewel, a prayer-carpet, a weapon, or one thing unusual in silver or gold or ivory.

Someday a person from Bagdad invited me to purchase an image as I drew close to to him. It was the portrait of a dervish’s cap labored in silk. The cap, orange- coloured and silver, was perched upon a small desk (within the image) above which hung curtains in two shades of inexperienced. A heavy gilt body surrounded this “previous grasp” of the East. We bargained. The service provider’s languages had been damaged, however at size I understood him to say that the cap was an ideal likeness. I retorted that every one the dervishes’ caps I had seen upon dwelling heads had been the colour of earth. The service provider, I consider, pitied my ignorance. His eyes, fingers, arms, and even his shoulders had been eloquent of compassion. He lowered the value of the image by about half a farthing in Turkish cash, however I resisted the blandishment and escaped into the jewel bazaar, half regretting a misplaced alternative.

Many Turkish girls come to the bazaars

Many Turkish girls come to the bazaars solely to fulfill their lovers. They cowl a secret want by a pretense of creating purchases. From the higher flooring of the yellow-blue-and-red kiosk, wherein Turkish sweets are offered, and you may eat the breasts of chick-ens cooked deliciously in cream and served with milk and starch, I’ve watched these refined truants passing of their fairly disguises suggestive of a masked ball. They appear delicate and swish of their skinny and shining robes, like dominoes, of black or generally of prune-color, with crape dropping over their faces and letting you see not sufficient; for a lot of Turkish girls are fairly.

 

Travel with the Zagundzhis

“ This nice one needs to journey with the Zagundzhis ! ” The elders drew of their breath, shuddered with obedient horror, and made gestures of protest. It was as if the Lord Mayor had introduced to the aldermen that the King proposed to brush Petticoat Lane. “ He will likely be lined with lice to the elbows,” Osman continued, “they’ll give him hens to eat which have died a pure loss of life; they’ll rob him, minimize his throat within the evening, and go away his physique in a ditch.” Once more the elders shuddered at my destiny. “ I’d relatively all my youngsters ought to die ! ” After which, with a powerful blow on the little desk, and the voice of a tyrant figuring out the destiny of a nation : “ I cannot permit it! ”

OUR diplomatic mission, our go to of ceremony, had failed and my place remained as uncomfortable as ever. For awhile I cheered myself with the delusion golden key would simply open the door of escape, however after providing what will need to have been regarded by the Zagundzhis as a small fortune, I noticed that Osman’s authority was so nice that, on account of his prohibition made thus publicly, no Gypsy could possibly be discovered within the Mohammedan mahala over which he dominated, who was keen to danger his displeasure by travelling with me. Meti withdrew his promise directly, declaring that the chief would kill him if he disobeyed, and that the expedition was not possible.

At first the one answer of the problem seemed to be the profitable or shopping for of Osman’s approval, and he confirmed no indicators of yielding. However simply as issues appeared to have reached a hopeless deadlock, there arrived close to Varna a celebration of eight tents of Christian

Gypsies who didn’t acknowledge Osman’s authority. That they had not one of the reason- destroying allurement of the Zagundzhis—one didn’t love them for the sake of their dust and rags and vermin, and the wonderful savagery implied. If they’d been soiled and ragged, one would have revered them despite their faults: not for his or her faults’ sake. However as a matter of reality they appeared at first sight to be clear, sincere, industrious folks, well mannered, hospitable, and nicely supplied with the necessaries of their nomad life. They weren’t town-Gypsies : they didn’t beg, and the kids had been so shy that, when addressed by strangers, they lined their faces with their fingers and cried.

 

Bulgarian journalists visiting England and private Balkan holidays

The explanations for the proposal have been fascinating sufficient to warrant recital at size.

1)The newspapers are the chief literature of the Bulgarian lots. Books take second place — each Bulgarian reads his newspaper, however solely a proportion learn books. Thus the newspapers are an important medium for propaganda.

2)Bulgarian journalists occupy a really excessive place within the nation and are very extremely considered. Usually journalists change into ministers and ministers journalists — there are any variety of journalists. Thus the Bulgarian journalist is a person of significance, partly for himself and partly on account of the affect he workout routines, by means of his papers, over the lots.

three)Varied European nations, alive to the significance of the press, and all for Bulgaria for political or financial causes, have set a precedent. Over the last two years Bulgarian journalists have been invited to go to Italy, France, Germany, Poland, Hungary, Yugoslavia and Rumania, and their bills have been paid.

four)Other than apparent industrial pursuits Nice Britain has, I preserve, a really very important political curiosity in Bulgaria, mainly on account of the Dardanelles query. Bulgaria’s strategic significance was proved as much as the hilt throughout the World Conflict — and he or she entered that conflict towards us largely as a result of we uncared for to take, in time, apparent steps to forestall that occurence. The disastrous penalties are issues of frequent information. However, throughout current years, no critical steps no matter have been taken to make British propaganda on this nation, whereas different European nations have been spending massive sums of cash for this function, sustaining faculties and golf equipment. It could be argued that British status is already excessive sufficient —that British energy and tradition are extensively recognized. This I contest. It was. However now it’s in grave hazard of eclipse by the actions of others. The recollections of the lots are quick, and the press is one of the best medium for reviving them.

Bulgarian journalists visiting England

5)Bulgarian journalists visiting England would write their experiences and impressions in a collection of articles. However much more necessary, when occasions happen in Englund or affecting England, these journalists could have perspective or “background.” These factors held good earlier than the change of regime right here, [19 May 1934 — RJC] they usually have greater than ever now, because the newspapers shall be obliged, owing to the censorship and the suppression of social gathering politics, to show greater than ever earlier than to international affairs for “copy”. There may be, furthermore, the worth of non-public contacts between these Bulgarians who go to England and the chums they’ll make there; and the mere incontrovertible fact that an invite is issued would make a most beneficial impression.

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The hill toward Yildiz to see the Selamlik and things to do in Bulgaria

Sooner or later I went up the hill towards Yildiz to see the Selamlik. That morning the sultan was going to wish within the mosque of wooden which Abdul Hamid constructed near the mysterious, walled-in quarter of palaces, harems, kiosks, gardens, barracks, and parks which he made his jail. From the Bosporus you may see it extending from the hilltop virtually to the ocean, a terrific property, exterior town, but dominating it, with dense groves of timber by which.wild animals had been stored, with open areas, with solitary buildings and contours of roofs, and the cupola of the mosque ot the troopers. All about it are the excessive partitions which a coward raised as much as shield him and his worry. The mosque is beneath the good entrance- gates on a steep hillside past the partitions. A big trendy home, white, with inexperienced shutters, by which Abdul Hamid used to grant audiences and, I consider, to offer banquets, appears to be like down on it. From the higher home windows of this dwelling the Turks say the ex-sultan usually stared at his metropolis by highly effective glasses.

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The mosque shouldn’t be massive

The mosque shouldn’t be massive. It’s yellow and white, with a minaret of plaster on the aspect subsequent the ocean, and a graveled courtyard surrounded by inexperienced iron railings and planted with a couple of timber. On the aspect subsequent to Yildiz is a steep financial institution. A street runs up the hill to the left of the mosque as you face Yildiz, and one other hidden street descends from the gates and provides entry to the’ courtyard behind the mosque. The sultan has subsequently a alternative of two routes, and no one appears to know beforehand which method he’ll come. There have been only a few vacationers in Constan-tinople after I was there. Individuals had been afraid of conflict, and earlier than I left the Orient categorical had ceased to run. However I discovered awaiting the padishah many Indian pilgrims, a big troop of pilgrims from Trebizond who had been on their method to Mecca, a number of Persians carrying black toques, and many Turks. These had been within the courtyard near the mosque, the place I used to be allowed to face by the arisrtocratic younger chief of police, who wore a woolly, grey, fez-shaped cap. Outdoors the railings stood a dense crowcj of veiled ladies.

Quickly after I arrived a squadron of the body-guard rode up from town, carrying red-and-green pen- , nons on lengthy staffs, and halted earlier than the gates of the palace. And virtually on the similar second the palace musicians, in dark-blue, purple, and gold, carrying quick swords, and carrying shining brass devices, marched into the inclosure. They stood nonetheless, then dropped their devices on the bottom, moved away, and sat down on the financial institution, lolling in straightforward attitudes. Time slipped by, and necessary individuals strolled in, officers, courtroom officers, attendants.

The breath of the steppes was wandering afar to seek

Russia was within the wind, I believed. The breath of the steppes was wandering afar to hunt—what? The breath of the desert? The nice mosque confronted it, Islam erect, and now darkish, forbidding beneath the darkening sky. Even the minarets had misplaced their delicate purity, had grow to be fierce, prayers calling down destruction on unbelievers. And all of the cries of Stamboul appeared to collect themselves collectively in my ears, keening over the ocean above which I stood —voices of many countries; of Turks, Arabs, Circas-sians, Persians, of males from the wilds of Asia and the plains of India; voices of bashi-bazouks and of slaves; even, skinny excessive voices of eunuchs. From the quays to proper and left of the bridge crowds of individuals rose to my sight and hurried away; to them crowds of individuals descended, sinking out of my sight.

Troopers and hamals handed, upright and armed, bending beneath the burden of unbelievable masses. Calls of Albanian boatmen got here up from the ocean. From the town of intently packed fishermen’s vessels rose right here and there little trails of smoke. On their decks dim figures crouched about wavering fires. A gnarled beggar pushed me, muttering, then whining uncouth phrases. Alongside the curving shore, towards the cypress-crowned peak of Eyub, lights have been strung out, marking the waterside. Behind me tall Pera started to sparkle meretriciously. The Greek barbers, I knew, have been standing* impudently earlier than the doorways of their little saloons, watching the night pageant because it surged slowly by the Grande Rue and towards the Taxim Backyard. Diplomats have been driving residence from the Elegant Porte in victorias. The “cinemas” have been gathering of their mobs. Tokatlian’s was thronged with Levantines whispering from mouth to mouth the present lies of the day. Under, close to the ships, the enterprise males of Galata have been speeding out of their banks, previous the big round-browed Montenegrins who stand on the steps, out of their workplaces and retailers, like a mighty swarm of disturbed bees. The lengthy shriek of a siren from a steamer close to Seraglio Level tore the gloom. I went on, regardless of menacing Valide Sultan, 1 misplaced myself within the great maze of Stamboul.

Stamboulnear the waterside is filled with contrasts so sharp

Stamboul close to the waterside is filled with contrasts so sharp, so unusual that they bewilder and allure, and typically render uneasy even one who has wandered alone by many cities of the East. Sordid and filthy, there may be but one thing grandiose in it, one thing hostile and threatening within the watchful crowds which are without end passing by. Between the homes the sea-wind blows up, and also you catch glimpses of water, of masts, of the funnels of steam-ers. Above the cries of the nations rise the long- drawn wails and the hootings of sirens. The visitors of the streets is made extra complicated by your fixed consciousness of the visitors of the ocean, embraced by it, virtually mingling with it. Water and wind, mud and dirt, cries of coachmen and seamen, of motor-cars and steamers, and troopers, troopers, troopers passing, all the time passing. Via a window-pane you catch a glitter of jewels and a glitter of Armenian eyes gazing stealthily out.

That was my thought as I looked at the sacred pigeons

That was my thought as I regarded on the sacred pigeons, circling in comfortable freedom over the gardenwhere Bajazet slumbers below his catafalque, flut-tering around the cupolas of their mosque, and be-neath the gray-pink-and-white arcade, with its dull-green and plum-colored columns, or crowding collectively upon the skinny branches of their plane-tree. A pure wind blew via the courtroom and concerning the marble fountain. The music made by the iridescent wings of the birds by no means ceased, and their perpetual cooing was just like the candy voice of content material. The sunshine streamed over the pavement and penetrated below the arches, making the coral beads of a rosary glow and its gold beads glitter, giving to the amber liquid carried on a tray by a boy to a barber beneath his awning a vivacity virtually of flame. Beside me a lover was dictating a letter to a scribe, who squatted earlier than his desk, on which had been organized a bright- blue inkstand and cup, a pile of white paper, and a stand with pink pens and blue pencils. Farther on, males had been being shaved, and had been ingesting espresso as they lounged upon bright-yellow sofas. Close to me a really previous Turk, with fanatical, half-shut eyes, was sitting on the bottom and gazing on the pink ft of the pigeons as they tripped over the pavement, upon which a pilgrim to the mosque had simply flung some grain.

Mechanically lingered his rosary

As he gazed, he mechanically lingered his rosary, swiftly shifting the beads on and on, beads after beads, at all times two at a time. Some incense smoldered in a three-legged brazier, giving out its peculiar and drowsy odor. On the opposite aspect of the courtroom a fruit-seller slept by a pile of yellow melons. The grain thrown by the pilgrim was all eaten now, and for a second the sunshine was dimmed by the cloud of rising and dispersing birds, grey and inexperienced, with mushy gleams like jewels entangled of their plumage. Some flew far to the tall white-and-gray minaret of their mosque, others settled on the cupola above the fountain. Just a few, venturous truants, dis-appeared within the course of the seraskierat wall, not far off. The higher quantity returned to their plane- tree on the suitable of the lover and the scribe. And because the lover instructed, and the scribe wrote from proper to left, the pigeons puffed out their breasts and cooed, calling different pilgrims to keep in mind that even the sacred have their carnal appetites, and to honor the poor widow’s reminiscence earlier than going as much as the mosque to hope.

 

Room of a photographer’s shop

Sooner or later I used to be within the higher room of a photographer’s store when two Turkish girls got here in and eliminated their veils, standing with their backs to the English infidel. One was clearly a lot youthful than the opposite, and appeared to have a good looking determine. I used to be gazing at it, maybe relatively steadily, when, evidently conscious of my look, she turned slowly and intentionally spherical. For 2 or three minutes she confronted me, trying to proper and left of me, above me, even on the ground close to my ft, along with her giant and delightful blue-gray eyes. She was pretty. Younger, maybe eighteen, she was barely painted, and her eyebrows and lengthy curling lashes had been blackened. Her options had been excellent, her complexion was clean and good, and her expression was actually lovable. It appeared to say to me quietly:

It’s silly ever to hide such a face

“Sure, you’re proper. It’s silly ever to hide such a face as this with a veil when actually there’s not an excessive amount of magnificence on the planet. Mais que voulez- vous? Les Turcs!” And the little hanum absolutely moved her skinny shoulders contemptuously. However her aged companion pulled at her gown, and slowly she moved away. As the 2 girls left the room, the photographer, a Greek, taken care of them, smiling. Then he turned to me, unfold out his skinny palms, and mentioned, with a shrug, “Encore des desen- chantees!”

I considered the disenchanted in the future as I sat among the many letter-writers within the giant and roughly paved courtroom of the “Pigeon’s Mosque,” or Mosque of Ba jazet II. For hours I had been wandering on foot by way of the higher quarters of previous Stamboul, and I couldn’t launch my thoughts from the boring strain of its affect. All these picket homes, silent, ap-parently deserted, shuttered—streets and streets of them, myriads of them! Every now and then above the carved wooden of a lattice I had seen a striped curtain, low cost, dusty, hanging, I guessed, above an inexpensive and dusty divan. The doorways of the homes had been giant and strong, like jail doorways. Earlier than one, as I slowly handed by, I had seen an previous Turk in an extended quilted coat of inexperienced, with an enormous key in his hand, about to enter. He glanced to proper and left, then thrust the important thing into the door. I had felt inclined to cease and say to him:

“That home has been deserted for years. Each one has migrated way back from this quarter of Stamboul. In case you keep right here, you may be fairly alone.” However the previous Turk knew very properly that every one the homes had been full of individuals, of imprisoned girls. What a destiny to be one of many prisoners!

 

Petrika and Totana

At each visits I had related to the household of Petrika and Totana, his third spouse, whom he had married about six months earlier than. Petrika was a sedate man a minimum of fifty years outdated, with a moustache however no beard, and a protracted, straight, although considerably fleshy nostril. He had had kids by his two earlier wives, and 4 of them had been within the camp :Stano, together with his spouse Tudora and boy Kirtsho; Turi, together with his

spouse and baby; Kira, then not too long ago married to Bistem, who was a refined-looking youth of seventeen, son of Totana by her late husband Ilia; and an single lady, Bada. To mark their Christianity the lads wore sheepskin Jcalpaks as an alternative of fezes and turbans, however their garments had been in any other case related, with some minor variations of braiding, to my disguise, although Turi’szabuna was product of darkish crimson velvet, and his jacket (thalik) had a fur lining. Turi was a sturdy younger fellow of a pleasing if unenergetic temperament, and never good-looking. He had a reasonably however shy little lady, Busa, the one one in every of his 4 kids who had lived, and his spouse Gina was a really darkish lady, good-looking and industrious. The higher a part of the family work fell to her share. Suitably dressed she would have been stunning, however, owing to her husband’s poverty, she had unbecoming garments; a heavy darkish woollenshawl.as an example, over her head as an alternative of a homosexual kerchief, and she or he went with out footwear or stockings. She was, furthermore, remarkably silent: I don’t suppose we exchanged six sentences in the course of the week I spent along with her folks; and she or he was virtually equally reserved in the direction of her husband’s mother and father.

She didn’t smoke within the presence of her father- in-law ; however when he was away, or so occupied as to be unlikely to note, she would take a cigarette from me, unroll it, borrow her mother- in-law’s little pipe, and luxuriate in a whiff.

Not like Persians and Arabs, who’re happy with their family tree, the Gypsies resemble the Turks, who thus categorical their religion within the equality of all lessons of Ottomans, and the democratic Bulgarians, in having no surnames. As some compensation every Gypsy boasts two private names of his personal, one for residence and the opposite for official use. Petrika was recognized to the police and different bizarre folks as Gyorgi, Totaua as Kostandina, Turi as Todor, and Bistem as Tanasi. When it’s essential to outline an individual extra precisely, the title of his or her father is added within the genitive case, as, for instance, Turi (son) of Petrika, and Totana (daughter) of Shudrila.