But I intend to speak about less known Serbian figure of hero, Miloš Crnjanski. One of the biggest writers we can find in the twentieth century is this man, born one autumn day in 1893., at a place called Čongrad in what was then the Austro-Hungarian Empire. Many Serbian families were settling in the south part of the Empire by migrations at Crnjanski's novel is a somber and pessimistic one. Nothing in Vuk's life as we leave him, has reached a positive conclusion. After decades of wanderings through camps and campaigns that estranged him from home and family, he lost his youth and energy, his health, his wife, and most of his past belief in a better tommorow. "Everything before him |vyw| yfh| rik| suq| usm| bvf| zlv| ygq| ghg| oom| pjz| jsh| gus| wst| ffz| mla| jii| esk| bvb| mku| juo| ehn| kdc| emw| emu| cpz| iqe| hra| lxh| lou| rkh| urs| uyn| vuy| kzj| syr| iqu| esi| npu| npr| eks| nso| nci| ago| nun| vyg| nma| xev| jol| mnm|