“ All I have said about Serbia applies equally to Montenegro. The nations are one and the same: they are identical in every respect and only geographically divided. Montenegro is the Serbian advance guard on the Adriatic. It is the eagle’s nest of Europe, the loftiest symbol of freedom and independence. Nature herself has given this people an impregnable fortress, and placed in their hands the keys of Southern Slav liberty. From the height of their barren Black Mountains the valiant high-spirited Montenegrin has looked down for centuries on the rise and fall of his kinsmen all around him. ”
Montenegro
Definition and stakes
Montenegro, a sovereign state in Southeast Europe, is renowned for its rugged mountainous terrain and historical resilience. Authors such as Srdan Tucic portray it as a stronghold of Serbian identity and freedom, while Gerald Prance vividly captures its cultural vibrancy through clothing and scenery.
William Le Queux emphasizes its unique geography and traditions, underscoring its distinctiveness amid Balkan complexities. These perspectives converge on Montenegro’s symbolic role as a defiant, self-governing entity, shaped by its landscape and past, reflecting both its seclusion and its enduring spirit of independence.
Quotes about “Montenegro”
Gerald Prance, The Land of the Black Mountain…
“ These national costumes seem so absolutely fitting to Montenegro that the otherwise plain and uninteresting buildings [73] of the town are turned merely into a background for the ever-moving stream of colour. The Turkish bazaars with their gaudy wares hung out into the street, the red-jacketed Montenegrin, the Turk in pure white, the Scutarines in their distinct and original costume, and the Albanians who flock in hundreds to the market in coarse white serge, heavily bordered with black braiding, rifles over their shoulders and a bandolier round their waists, make a never-ending picture. ”
William Le Queux,
An Observer in the Near East
“ Montenegro is perhaps the most interesting country in all the Balkans. Cettinje, a small, clean town of broad streets and one-storeyed, whitewashed houses, is a little city in the sky, lying as it does in a cup-shaped depression at the summit of a high, bare mountain. Its long, straight, main street reminds one very much of a small country town in England, if it were not that everyone is, by law, compelled to wear the national dress, and every man has in his belt his big, long-barrelled revolver, without which he must never go out of doors. ”
