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nations. Therefore the Bulgars saw one day against them, not one enemy
as they expected, but three. Serbs, Greeks and Roumanians marched
together towards Sofia. The Bulgars asked for peace. In the conference
of Bucharest, as you remember, the new frontiers of the Balkan States
were marked. Serbia came out from this war victorious, it is true, but
with a broken heart, for she had been forced to fight against her ally
of yesterday--with a broken heart, with many thousands of her best sons
killed and crippled, and with still many more swept away by cholera,
which was raging in the summer of 1913.

THE HOME OF THE SERBIAN SOUL

is Macedonia. It must have been once a charming country worthy of the
great men like Philip and Alexander, worthy of Saint Paul's mission to
it, worthy of Byzantium's effort to save it from the Slavs, worthy of
all the Turkish sacrifices to conquer it, worthy of several Serbian
kings who gave their lives defending it. It was a rich and beautiful
spot on this earth. It was the centre of the Serbian mediaeval state and
power, the very heart of the Serbian glory from the time when the Serbs
became Christians till the tragedy of Kossovo, and after this tragedy
till the death of King Marko of Prilep in the beginning of the fifteenth
century. Even during the time of slavery under the Turks, Macedonia was
the source of all the spiritual and moral inspirations and supports of
the enslaved nation. It happened only accidentally that the northern
part of Serbia, was liberated a hundred years ago while Macedonia
remained still in chains. In the north, in the dense forests and the
mountains around Belgrade and Kraguievaz, the guerilla war started a
great insurrection which succeeded.

This guerilla war meant a gradual destruction of the Turkish dominions
in the whole northern part: in Shumadija, Bosnia, Croatia and Dalmatia.
But I say the guerilla war in Shumadija, around Belgrade and Kraguievaz,
was a success. Karageorge liberated a part of the Serbian country in the
north, and this part was finally recognised by the great powers of
Europe and called _Serbia_. But neither Karageorge nor anybody in Serbia
has forgotten Macedonia. Macedonia was not only a part of our history,
but it has become a part of our soul. The principal and the greater part
of our national poetry, which means our Shakespeare and which meant our
Bible, describes Serbian Macedonia, her heroes, her historic events, her
struggle with the T