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Krvava bajka Bilo je to u nekoj zemlji seljaka na brdovitom balkanu, umrla je mucenickom smrcu ceta djaka u jednom danu.
Iste su godine svi bili rodjeni, isti su im tekli skolski dani, na iste svecanosti zajedno su vodjeni, od istih bolesti svi pelcovani, i svi umrli u istom danu. Bilo je to u nekoj zemlji seljaka na brdovitom Balkanu, umrla je mucenickom smrcu ceta djaka u jednom danu.
A pedeset i pet minuta pre smrtnog trena sedela je u djackoj klupi ceta malena maksumovic iste zadatke teske resavala: Misli su im bile pune istih brojki i po sveskama u skolskoj torbi besmislenih lezalo bezbroj petica i dvojki.
Pregrst istih snova i istih tajni rodoljubivih i ljubavnih stiskalo se u maskimovic dzepova. I cinilo se svakom da ce dugo, da ce vrlo dugo trcati ispod svoda plava dok sve zadatke na svetu ne posvrsava. Bilo je to u nekoj zemlji seljaka na brdovitom Balkanu, umrla je mucenickom smrcu ceta djaka u istom danu.
Desanka Maksimović – Wikipedia
Decaka redova celi uzeli su se za ruke i sa skolskog zadnjeg casa na streljanje posli mirno kao da smrt nije nista. Drugova redovi celi istog casa se uzneli do vecnog boravista.
For all of them, the school days were the same: And just fifty five minutes before the deathly toll the tiny troop was sitting at their desks in their rows wrestling with the brain exercises: Handfulls of shared dreams and shared secrets patriotic and romantic were clenched tightly in their fists.
Entire rows of boys took each other by the hand and from the last class at school went calmly to their executions as if death was nothing. Entire rows of friends in the same instant rose to an eternal dwelling.
Bajke by Desanka Maksimović
They were all born in the same year their school days passed the same taken together to the same festivities, vaccinated against the same diseases, and all died on the same day. It was in a land of peasants in the mountainous Balkans, a company schoolchildren died a martyr’s death in one day. And deasnke minutes before the moment of death the company of small ones sat at mamsimovic desk and the same difficult assignments they solved: Their thoughts were full of the same numbers and maksimogic their notebooks in school bags lay an infinite number of desanle A’s and F’s.
A pile of the same dreams and the same secrets patriotic and romantic they clenched in the depths of their pockets. It was in a land of peasants in the mountainous Balkans, a company of small ones died a desank death in one day. Whole rows of boys took each other by the hand and from their last class went peacefully to slaughter as if death was nothing. Whole lines of friends ascended at the same moment to their eternal residence. They all were born in the same year, their school days were flowing similarly, they participated the same ceremonies, they caught the same diseases, and they all died on the same day.
It was in a land of farmers on the mountainous Balkan, where troops of children died in heroic way on the same day. And fifty-five mamsimovic before the mortal moment the whole group of children were sitting in the school bench and were solving the same tasks difficult tasks, And how is it possible that they are going now in such queue.
They had much thoughts bxjke their notebooks in the school bags useless there were countless fives and twos. And it seemed to everybody that they will run under the blue sky for long,very long time until all tasks in the world they will solve. And a row of children holding the hands of each other, from the last schol baje went to the execution, such peaceful as the death were nothing.
And a row of friends in the same hour were sent to eternal rest.