*Ø* Blogmanac February 8 | Prešeren Day, Slovenia (Slovenija)
My presence here has been sparse for a few days due to the ill health of a friend. I'm grateful that the other Blogmanac team members held the fort.
I'm back with a little bit of Slovenian culture. Happy Prešeren Day to our Slovenian readers! How admirable that one of your main national holidays is in honour of a poet. Australia is light years behind you.
Prešeren Day, is the Republic of Slovenia’s national cultural holiday that commemorates the death of the national poet, France Prešeren. Today is a public holiday, and there will be plays, poetry recitations and other commemorative cultural events.
The romantic poet, Prešeren, who was an alcoholic, published in 1846 his great poetic collection, Poezije. The quality of Poezij put Slovenian literature on an equal footing with all the European nations.
Prešeren translated into the native tongue foreign poets, such as Lord Byron, Buerger and Poland’s Mickiewicz. He died on this day in 1849 and was buried in Kranj.
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How the Slovenes got their piece of land
It was at the eighth day after God created the universe. That day he decided to give away land to different nations so they could live on their own in peace.
There were representatives of many big nations as France, Germany, Italy and among them were Slovenians. However, as the people of Slovenia (who had not yet been granted a homeland) were small in number, all the members of the large groups pushed them away from God, so he could not heard their pleas for a piece of land.
When God had disbursed all the land, and all the peoples of the earth had gone to their allotted land, only the Slovene people remained, begging God for a place to live. God told them that there was no land left to give away, but the Slovenians asked him again, and God said, "Well, there is a small piece of land that I left for myself as a place to live. It is small but my most beautiful creation. This pocket of land I shall give to your nation, so you may have a place to live forever!"
This is just a snippet of today's stories. Read all about today in folklore, historical oddities, inspiration and alternatives at the Wilson's Almanac Book of Days, every day. Click today's date when you're there.
My presence here has been sparse for a few days due to the ill health of a friend. I'm grateful that the other Blogmanac team members held the fort.
I'm back with a little bit of Slovenian culture. Happy Prešeren Day to our Slovenian readers! How admirable that one of your main national holidays is in honour of a poet. Australia is light years behind you.
Prešeren Day, is the Republic of Slovenia’s national cultural holiday that commemorates the death of the national poet, France Prešeren. Today is a public holiday, and there will be plays, poetry recitations and other commemorative cultural events.
The romantic poet, Prešeren, who was an alcoholic, published in 1846 his great poetic collection, Poezije. The quality of Poezij put Slovenian literature on an equal footing with all the European nations.
Prešeren translated into the native tongue foreign poets, such as Lord Byron, Buerger and Poland’s Mickiewicz. He died on this day in 1849 and was buried in Kranj.
How the Slovenes got their piece of land
It was at the eighth day after God created the universe. That day he decided to give away land to different nations so they could live on their own in peace.
There were representatives of many big nations as France, Germany, Italy and among them were Slovenians. However, as the people of Slovenia (who had not yet been granted a homeland) were small in number, all the members of the large groups pushed them away from God, so he could not heard their pleas for a piece of land.
When God had disbursed all the land, and all the peoples of the earth had gone to their allotted land, only the Slovene people remained, begging God for a place to live. God told them that there was no land left to give away, but the Slovenians asked him again, and God said, "Well, there is a small piece of land that I left for myself as a place to live. It is small but my most beautiful creation. This pocket of land I shall give to your nation, so you may have a place to live forever!"
This is just a snippet of today's stories. Read all about today in folklore, historical oddities, inspiration and alternatives at the Wilson's Almanac Book of Days, every day. Click today's date when you're there.
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