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Chapter VIII<br />
Incidents of <strong>Bulgaria</strong>n Character<br />
Some further incidents of <strong>Bulgaria</strong>n life gleaned during war-time<br />
will illustrate the national characteristics of the people.<br />
Peter was a secretary-servant whom I engaged at Sofia to<br />
accompany me to the front because he could speak English, a<br />
language he had learned at the Robert (American) College in<br />
Constantinople, where he was educated. Peter was to be partly a<br />
secretary, partly a servant. He was to interpret for me, translate<br />
<strong>Bulgaria</strong>n papers and documents, also to cook and to carry if need be.<br />
He was destined to be a lawyer, and was the son of a small trader.<br />
A Peasant of the Tsaribrod District<br />
Peter was interesting as illustrating the transition stage between<br />
the <strong>Bulgaria</strong>n peasant (for whom I have the heartiest admiration) and<br />
the <strong>Bulgaria</strong>n statesman, diplomat, “personage” (for whom I have<br />
not—generally speaking and with particular exceptions—nearly so<br />
much admiration). He had not lost the peasant virtues. He was loyal,<br />
plucky, patriotic. But he had lost the good health and the practical<br />
knowledge of life of the peasant stock from which he sprang.<br />
The <strong>Bulgaria</strong>n on the land lives a laborious life, bread and cheese<br />
his usual sole food, with a little meat as a rare treat, and a glass of<br />
vodka as his indulgence for Sundays and feast days only. Marrying<br />
early he is astonishingly fecund. Transfer him to town life and he<br />
soon shows a weakening in physical fibre. The streets sap away his<br />
field-bred health. A more elaborate diet attacks the soundness of<br />
his almost bovine digestion. There is no greater contrast between<br />
the <strong>Bulgaria</strong>n peasant on the land, physically the healthiest type<br />
one could imagine, and the <strong>Bulgaria</strong>n town resident, who has not<br />
yet learned to adapt himself to the conditions of closely hived life<br />
and shows a marked susceptibility to dyspepsia, phthisis, and<br />
neurasthenia. The <strong>Bulgaria</strong>n peasant has the nerves, the digestion<br />
of an ox. The <strong>Bulgaria</strong>n town-dweller, the son or grandson of<br />
that peasant, might pass often for the tired-out progeny of many<br />
generations of city workers.<br />
Peter could not serve in the army because his lungs were affected.<br />
That was why he was available as my secretary-servant. Peter was, as<br />
regards any practical knowledge of life, the most pathetically useless<br />
young man one could imagine. He could make coffee, after the<br />
Turkish fashion, and had equipped himself for a long campaign with<br />
a most elaborate coffee machine, all glass and gimcrackery, which of<br />
course did not survive one day’s travel. But he had not brought food<br />
nor cooking pots nor knife nor fork nor spoon: no blankets had he,<br />
and no change of clothing—just the coffee-pot, a picture of a saint,<br />
and an out-of-date <strong>book</strong> of <strong>Bulgaria</strong>n statistics, which he solemnly<br />
presented to me, with his name affectionately inscribed on the flyleaf.<br />
I dared not throw it away, and so had to carry its useless bulk<br />
about with me until Peter and I parted. In addition to his lack of<br />
equipment, Peter could not roll a rug, make a bed, or fend for himself<br />
in any way.<br />
The <strong>Bulgaria</strong>n peasant in his life on the land is on the whole a<br />
very clever chap as regards the practical things of existence. During<br />
the campaign I noticed how he made himself very comfortable.<br />
Whenever he was stationed as a guard for a railway bridge or in<br />
any other semi-permanent post, he half-dug, half-thatched himself<br />
an excellent shelter. He made use for food supplies of every scrap