My Country (illustrated)
Book Details
Author(s)Marie Queen of Romania
PublisherTranscript
ISBN / ASINB01AIREHZI
ISBN-13978B01AIREHZ9
MarketplaceCanada 🇨🇦
Description
My Country by Queen of Rumania Marie
The Queen of a small Country!
Those who are accustomed to see rulers of greater lands can little understand what it means.
It means work and anxiety and hope, and great toiling for small results. But the field is large, and, if the heart be willing, great is the work.
When young I thought it all work, uphill work; but the passing years brought another knowledge, a blessed knowledge, and now I know.
This is a small country, a new country, but it is a country I love. I want others to love it also; therefore listen to a few words about it. Let me paint a few pictures, draw a few sketches as I have seen them, first with my eyes, then with my heart.
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Once I was a stranger to this people; now I am one of them, and, because I came from so far, better was I able to see them with their good qualities and with their defects.
Their country is a fruitful country, a country of vast[6] plains, of waving corn, of deep forests, of rocky mountains, of rivers that in spring-time are turbulent with foaming waters, that in summer are but sluggish streams lost amongst stones. A country where peasants toil 'neath scorching suns, a country untouched by the squalor of manufactories, a country of extremes where the winters are icy and the summers burning hot.
A link between East and West.
At first it was an alien country, its roads too dusty, too endless its plains. I had to learn to see its beauties—to feel its needs with my heart.
Little by little the stranger became one of them, and now she would like the country of her birth to see this other country through the eyes of its Queen.
Yes, little by little I learnt to understand this people, and little by little it learned to understand me.
Now we trust each other, and so, if God wills, together we shall go towards a greater future!
My love of freedom and vast horizons, my love of open air and unexplored paths led to many a discovery. Alone I would ride for hours to reach a forlorn village, to see a crumbling church standing amongst its rustic crosses at a river's edge, or to be at a certain spot at sunset when sky and earth would be drenched with flaming red.
Oh! the Rumanian sunsets, how wondrous they are!
The Queen of a small Country!
Those who are accustomed to see rulers of greater lands can little understand what it means.
It means work and anxiety and hope, and great toiling for small results. But the field is large, and, if the heart be willing, great is the work.
When young I thought it all work, uphill work; but the passing years brought another knowledge, a blessed knowledge, and now I know.
This is a small country, a new country, but it is a country I love. I want others to love it also; therefore listen to a few words about it. Let me paint a few pictures, draw a few sketches as I have seen them, first with my eyes, then with my heart.
***
Once I was a stranger to this people; now I am one of them, and, because I came from so far, better was I able to see them with their good qualities and with their defects.
Their country is a fruitful country, a country of vast[6] plains, of waving corn, of deep forests, of rocky mountains, of rivers that in spring-time are turbulent with foaming waters, that in summer are but sluggish streams lost amongst stones. A country where peasants toil 'neath scorching suns, a country untouched by the squalor of manufactories, a country of extremes where the winters are icy and the summers burning hot.
A link between East and West.
At first it was an alien country, its roads too dusty, too endless its plains. I had to learn to see its beauties—to feel its needs with my heart.
Little by little the stranger became one of them, and now she would like the country of her birth to see this other country through the eyes of its Queen.
Yes, little by little I learnt to understand this people, and little by little it learned to understand me.
Now we trust each other, and so, if God wills, together we shall go towards a greater future!
My love of freedom and vast horizons, my love of open air and unexplored paths led to many a discovery. Alone I would ride for hours to reach a forlorn village, to see a crumbling church standing amongst its rustic crosses at a river's edge, or to be at a certain spot at sunset when sky and earth would be drenched with flaming red.
Oh! the Rumanian sunsets, how wondrous they are!
