Hello steemians.
Today i want to to share with you one story and a song written by famous Serbian poet Desanka Maksimovic (1898-1993). A song was written during a World War II and it's dedicated to children whose lives were taken away suddenly, without a reason after one school class.
Between 19 - 21st October 1941 a German occupation forces committed a execution above civilians in Serbian city Kragujevac. Those days were killed about 2 800 citizens, including 270 kids younger than 18 years. A reason for that was Serbian attack on German military vehicles where they lost 10 people. A proclamation from Germans was:
Kragujevac, the 21st October 1941 LOCATION COMMANDER KRAGUJEVAC Notice The cowardly and backward raids last week on German soldiers, with 10 killed and 26 wounded, had to be expiated. Therefore, for each killed German soldier 100, for every wounded 50 landlords, especially communists, bandits and their accomplices, altogether 2300, were shot to death. In the future, the same severity will be applied in every similar case, even a sabotage act. The local commander.
Photos are an authentic document.
Every 21st October Serbia has commemorative event in Šumarice, near Kragujevac were execution mostly were achieved; also there is a memorial park named "October in Kragujevac" with ten monuments. One of them is "Monument of executed pupils" made of stone, in a shape of bird with a broken wings. It represents young, brighten lives who didn't have a chance to spread their wings in this life. A folowing song is about one of the biggest tragic loss for Serbs in World War II.
Sculptor Miodrag Živković, 1953. @source
A bloody fairytale
It happened in a country of peasants
in the mountainous Balkans
a troop of schoolchildren
died a martyr's death
in one day.
In the same year
they all were born,
their school days went on the same way
to the same celebrations
they were taken together
vaccinated against the same ilnesses
and all died on the same day.
It happened in a country of peasants
in the mountainous Balkans
a troop of schoolchildren
died a martyr's death
in one day.
And fifty five minutes
before the moment of death
the little troop
was sitting in the school benches.
And the same difficult exercises
they were solving: how much can
a traveler going on foot...
and so on.
Their minds were full
of the same numbers,
and exercise books in school bags
contained a meaningless abundance
of A's and D's.
A handfull of the same dreams
and the same secrets
both of patriotism and of love
they were clenching at the bottoms of their pockets.
And it seemed to everyone
that they will for a long time
that they will for a very long time
be running beneath the blue firmament
until they finish
all the exercises in the world.
It happened in a country of peasants
in the mountainous Balkans
a troop of schoolchildren
died a heroic death
in one day.
Whole rows of boys
took each other's hands
and from their last class at school
went peacefully to the firing squad
as if death was nothing.
Whole rows of friends
ascended at the same time
to their eternal resting place.
We are not here to judge from a national position, a message is that the world without a war is the best possible world. We need to remember stories like this one and of course to protect our national history, but lets try to live together in this modern complicated world and make it a better place without violence. Every person is a unique contribution to the community, so rise up every day your awareness, learn, be kind and work hard on yourself.
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