A great man is one who collects knowledge the way a bee collects honey and uses it to help people overcome the difficulties they endure - hunger, ignorance and disease!
- Nikola Tesla
Remember, remember always, that all of us, and you and I especially, are descended from immigrants and revolutionists.
- Franklin Roosevelt
While their territory has been devastated and their homes despoiled, the spirit of the Serbian people has not been broken.
- Woodrow Wilson
Spiro 1885 - 1918, Milosh 1888 - 1918, Baby Sharon Elaine 1955
ОВЂЕ
ПОЧИВАЈУ
БРАЋА КРЖИЋИ
ШПИРО РО. 15 Д. 1885
УМ. 23 ОКТ. 1918
БИ. ЧЛ. ДРУ. БР. 158
С.С.С.С. СУТЕР КРИК
МИЛОШ
РО. 17 СЕП. 1888
УМ. 26 ОКТ. 1918
БИ. ЧЛ. ДРУ. БР. 15
ЂАКСОН
РО. ТРЕБИЊЕ ХЕРЦЕ
ОВАЈ СПО. ПОДИЖУ
ОБРЕН КРЖИЋ И.ШПИ.
СУПРУГА
BABY
SHARON ELAINE
KRZICH
JAN. 6, 1955 JAN. 8,
Kovačević became head of NYU's Tandon School of Engineering in 2018, the first woman to do so in the school's 164-year history. From 2014-2018, she was department head of Electrical and Computer Engineering at Carnegie Mellon University. Prior to that, she was a professor of biomedical engineering at Carnegie Mellon, which she joined in 2003. She was also an adjunct professor at Columbia University and worked at Bell Laboratories in New Jersey from 1991-2002.
The first bilingual edition translations of poems in French of this prince of Serbian poetry. These translations of poems Dučić meet two objectives: to publicize the work of the poet to Francophone readers and pay tribute to both the Serbian language Dučić and French language to which the great poet and Petar Bubreško were passionately attached. This book is dedicated to Leposava Bubreško (1923-2013) professor Bubreško’s wife who wanted so much this work to be published.
Publishers: Sebastian Press, Vidoslov, and Metokhia
216 pages, soft bound, published in 2015, price $15
Песме Јована Дучића
На француски језик превео проф. др Петар Д. Бубрешко
Ова књига је посвећена Лепосави Бубрешко (1923-2013), супрузи професора Петра Д. Бубрешка, која је толико желела да ово дело изађе на светлост
Саиздавачи: Видослов, Требиње и Metokhia, Paris
ПОЕЗИЈА
Мирна као мрамор, хладна као сена,
Ти си бледо тихо девојче што снева.
Пусти песма других нека буде жена,
Што по нечистим улицама пева.
Ја не мећем на те ђинђуве са траком,
Него жуте руже у те косе дуге:
Буди одвећ лепа да се свиђаш сваком,
Одвећ горда да би живела за друге.
Буди одвећ тужна са сопствених јада,
Да би ишла икад да тешиш ко страда,
А чедна, да водиш гомиле што нагле.
И стој равнодушна, док око твог тела,
Место китњастог и раскошног одела,
Лебди само прамен тајанствене магле.
