Incredibly really, but fact: 300 people on Cherni Peak – 130 years since the beginning of organized tourism in Bulgaria

Incredibly really, but fact: 300 people on Cherni Mount Author: Aleko Konstantinov Sofia, August 19, 1895.

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We do not know how to appreciate and we are not passionate about our beautiful nature. Why? – Because we do not know it, because the picturesque nature is not studied either in cafes or in pubs. In the pubs and cafes, among the strangled smoke, under the influence of narcotic and spirits and the wicked gazets, you will persevere to sigh grandmother, to make a good Bulgaria with the stereotypical phrases: “And it was a Bulgarian work”, “Bulgarians, you do not know them”, do you know them, “you know them”, do you know them, “you do not know them, And we are wild and prostitutes, who we only know to blaspheme, to show ourselves that we have seen a lot and we know a lot…

Here are the reflections bent the screaming these lines of thought to write the original invitation to Cherni Vrah, which appeared last week in the Saming newspaper. The idea of ​​such an invitation came in a narrow circle of the opposes Bulgarian nature. The effect that produced the invitation exceeded a hundred times any expectations. Now that I was happy to see the whole fair at the very highlight of Vitosha, I can safely fill the cited foreign phrase “Lord, study Bulgaria to love it” and add: – Gentlest, study the Bulgarian people unhappy and you will love it; It has a potential power, find a healthy impulse and turn it into a living force. This thought was expressed by me much earlier when I painted some negative church of the Bulgarians, the fruit of a dislocated patriotism-but then I have expressed almost instinctively, and now I am happy that this thought is confirmed. The invitation had the following phrase: “There is no doubt that it is even more enjoyable to see from the very top how the sun rises … But this pleasure can only be delivered by experienced tourists.” Do you know what the result was? – About four hundred people through Dragalevtsi, through the Begles Chiflik, through Bistritsa, through Knyazhevo, they slid over the night against Sunday on the chest of Vitosha, and at the rising of the sun, three hundred people were at the Cherny Peak! Well, right to say, this noble race struck me! The picture that was Vitosha on Saturday at night was so majestic that I gave up even an attempt to make it. That enthusiastic fantastic urge to heaven, through thousands of obstacles, that swift boiler boat, on the stones, the dozens of electrified groups. fires, that fantastic picture, illuminated by the full moon … Mr. Vazov, you were an eyewitness – describe this striking picture.