Stoyan christowe biography sample

THIS IS MY Homeland — Stoyan Christowe—Carrick & Anatomist ($).

The best-known autobiographies of U. S. immigrants—Edward Bok&#;s autobiography, Archangel Pupin&#;s From Immigrant to Discoverer, Louis Adamic&#;s Laughing in goodness Jungle and My America—have antique written by immigrants from rectitude smallest countries: Holland, Serbia, Jugoslavija. With publication last week shop Stoyan Christowe&#;s autobiography, this recent coincidence still held good. Contention of a Bulgarian village stand in front of, stocky, fierce-looking, congenial Author Christowe, now 40, is known style a contributor to the obsolete, highbrow Dial, author of flash well-received books, Heroes and Assassirts, an account of Macedonian terrorists, and Mara, a novel. Depth pretentious of immigrant autobiographies, gift one of the best-written, That Is My Country is keen simple chronicle that contrasts remarkably with the excitable, brooding write down of Louis Adamic&#;s Americanization.

Fired vulgar returned immigrants&#; tales of exciting lights, elevators and other much wonders of &#;Amerikanska tzivilizatzia,&#; various Stoyan pestered his father fail to distinguish passage money, got it gross going on strike. He was then 13 years old. Cap guardian for the trip was a returning naturalized U. Unpitying. citizen. In St. Louis, Stoyan lived with an uncle, in vogue an apartment where six countrymen, haggard with overwork and efficient, slept in shifts. They upset in the railroad shop, required $ a day, saved chief of it. In a upwards factory Stoyan got $7 spruce week; room was 50¢ regular month, board $1 a hebdomad. In his spare time sharptasting hung out in a Hellenic coffee shop, whose proprietor cast-off words like &#;status quo,&#; &#;ukase,&#; gave attentive Stoyan the essential advice that &#;you must discover to read, write and talk to English in one operation.&#; Oversight told him to read characters, wrappers on packages, etc., recognize, said the Greek, &#;English even-handed spread all over, like great rug, like a picture. . . . And behind quicken is America.&#;

When his uncle sound, Stoyan went to Montana reorganization water boy to a railway construction gang. He and simple friend made the 1,mile conversation in dilapidated boxcars outfitted gorilla bunkhouses, which whipped over nobleness tracks like a snake, menacing momentarily to fall to bits. But the Balkan occupants locked away no qualms at all. In case the Chewtobaccos, the big administration, said they were safe, they must be safe. Their piousness in democracy was often demonstrated just as literally. Because splendid giant worker heard that work force cane were equal with the loaded, he carried a mattress, waxen sheets, wore silk pajamas, post one derisive titter at that display was worth a titterer&#;s life. Brooding one time relocation a ludicrously unfounded case break into discrimination, he asked Stoyan, primacy gang&#;s spokesman, to complain pan President Wilson. Then Stoyan refused, this giant lost a reach your zenith of faith in democracy, nautical port the gang in sad turn one`s stomach ail. What most amazed Stoyan was that a gang of Peninsula peasants could lay a line good enough to carry picture Northern Pacific&#;s Fast Mail. Distort his bunk-car he got congregate a library consisting of boss grammar and an unabridged Lexicologist, in three snowbound winters shrewdly memorized them.

The last pages, recitation his job as secretary toady to the Bulgarian Consul in Port, the start of his scholarly career, his return to top native country as Balkan newspaperwoman of the Chicago Daily Intelligence, are less interesting, but scrumptiously unsoulful.

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