„… Овие села беа населени со луѓе од грчко, турско, ерменско, бугарско и српско потекло како и од домородни Македонци. …“
Освен правите Бугари другите народности живееле во страв од бугарскиот војник.
Потоа
„… Беше трогнувачки да се види нивната ужасна измена во самодовербата како што научуваа дека славјанските Срби беа така светли споредено со темнината на Монголските Бугари. …“
„… Ако Бугарин било кога го пречекори мојот праг, тој ќе мора самиот да ја отвори вратата, а кога тоа ќе го стори тој ќе умре. …“
„… Србин, јас сум Србин. Бугарите си заминаа. Тие нема никогаш да се вратат.”
‘Србин, Србин” промрморе Македонецот, омекувајќи малку. …“
BULGARS IN MACEDONIA.
Testimony of Another Witness with the Allied Armies.
To the Editor of The New York Times t
G. Gordon-Smith In his letter of May 19 cites only one Instance of Bulgarian atrocity in Macedonia, to which he was eyewitness. I am suro he knows many more, as does any war correspondent who was with the allied forces in Macedonia from the time of the Bulgars’ violation of tho Greek frontier until the Serbians* return to Monastlr ; but the Macedonians themselves so poignantly condemned, the Bulgars that one needed no ftɪrther evidence to be convinced of the barbaric tendencies of the Invader.
I followed the British, Serbian, French, Russian, and Italian forces in tholr hardy pursuit of the enemy and In the lull of fighting visited one Macedonian village after another where the Bulgar had grounded his heel, talking with the headman and others as far as a limited knowledge of the languages permitted. These villages were inhabited by people of Greek, Turkish, Armenian, Bulgarian, and Serbian origin as well as the native Macedonian. Sometimes four or five languages were spoken In a community of several hundred Inhabitants. Inured as they were to fighting for existence in this uncivilized country, all who had been ‘in the path of the Bulgarian Army (excepting the true Bulgars. whom It is significant to note the Serbs permitted to remain unmolested in their homes) expressed by every action and word horror and fear of the Bulgar soldier. It was touching to see their dread change to confidence as they learned that the Slavic Serbs were as light is to darkness compared to the Mongolian Bulgars.
1 was at Ostrovo soon after the third
pay. See, here is a piece of sliver for your miserable hospitality,” and he tossed the coin.
The old mar\ did not plckb it up. He was silent a moment, then Jiegan t0 plead. He almost threw himself at our feet, begging pardon, it was easy to understand ; and finally he picked up the coin and wished to return it, saying that he was an honest man, but that the Bulgars were murderers.
Ho began to tell the story, but his sobs and wailings broke up every word. Words were not needed, however. He lead the way into the common living room and showed us red stains on the floor, while the mother covered her face with her hands and wept and cried, ” Daughter ! Daughter ! ”
The Serbian officer soothed them with sympathy. Ho told them how his wife had’ beep left behind In tho retreat from Serbia, at the mercy of the invader ; how British and French soldiers had come to Macedonia to drive him out of Macedonia and out of Serbia.
“Oh,” walled the old man, ‘‘that X could go with you. I am too old ; but If ever Bulgar crosses my threshold again he must first push open the door himself and when ho does ho will die. To Serbs and Serbian friends tho door swings open wide.” Tho wife, picking up a crying baby, nodded assent.
Ab In tho days of Virgil, rumor travels swiftly and surely even In Macedonia, and soon all tho people knew that the Serbs and their allies were unlike the Bulgars, and opened their doors with as much liberality as one could expect in that death-spotted land.
*■ E. PERCY NOEL.
New York, May 22, 1919.
Serbian Army had driven out the enemy. A Serbian staff Captain wholly unarmed went with me to look for a ʌ)lllet In one of the native houses. Knocks at the door brought no reply, until finally an elderly Macedonian appeared on the balcony above. In response to a friendly Inquiry, he declared there were no rooms vacant in the house. *The Serb officer changed bls tone, demanding, with appropriate threats, Immediate admittance. After another delay the door opened slightly. “Walt,” the officer stopped me as I was about to enter. ” Not yet” Then to the native, ” What ! ” he exclaimed, ” are you a scoundrel of a Bulgar, or will you open the door like an honest man?”
The door swung back slowly and the native stood aside as we entered, one hand under his rough cape as if clutching his breast in fear. ” Throw that knife on the floor.” said my friend very quietly. The hand pulled out a long pointed weapon from the folds of the garment and dropped it at our feet. The Serb kicked it well out of reach. ” You do not know this uniform?” The old man did not ” It is Serbian. I am a Serb. The Bulgars have gone. They will never come back.”
” Serb, Serb,” muttered the Macedonian. softening a little.
” We are come as friends,” the Captain continued, “not to take unless we
Published May 26.1919 Copyright ® The New York Times
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