Whenever a part of Serbian territory became independent, or even for
a short time found tolerable conditions, an intense creative culture
grew up swiftly, even after the fall of the Empire and during the
time of slavery. For generations the greater part of the Serbians
have lived, and still live, in slavery. The Serbians under Turkish
rule were liberated only two years ago, and the liberation of the
Slavs of the Hapsburg Monarchy is only just beginning. In accordance
with the changes in the political fate of the Southern Slavs, and
as the material conditions of the people grew better or worse, the
centres of Slav literature moved from place to place. This unfortunate
disorganization and consequent impotence were the bane of Serbian or
Southern Slav literature. Ragusan literature; the literature of the
Dalmatian coast and its islands, with its original creations, and
many fine translations of the Greek drama—Homer, Virgil and Horace,
Dante, Petrarch, Boccaccio, Tasso, Ariosto—none of these counted in
the later development of literature in Croatia, Serbian Hungary,
Bosnia or Serbia. As things now stand, Slovenian literature bears no
recognized relation to Serbo-Croat literature, which has to a certain
extent become unified. The great Croatian poets, Peter Preradović, Ivan
Mažuranić, and Silvije Kranjčević are scarcely read in Serbia, owing
to bitter political disagreements and the Austrian _divide-et-impera_
policy. For this reason, too, the Croatians scarcely know the greatest
Southern Slav poets such as the Montenegrin Petar Petrović Njegoš, or
the Serbian from Hungary, Lazar Kostić. The historian and philosopher
Boža Knižević and the metaphysician Branislav Petronijević are scarcely
known in Bosnia owing to their being Serbians from Serbia, that is to
say, from anti-Austrian Serbia. Thus it is scarcely surprising that
Southern Slav culture is unknown in Europe, when it is practically
unknown even in Yougoslavia; when Meštrović, the immortal artist of
Yougoslavia, the architect and sculptor of the Serbian Acropolis, is
unknown to his own countrymen beyond the frontier.
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