The Great War. Aleksandar Gatalica

gathered in the lanes leading to the factory. The agitation of the throng, which stared at the fire and flames as they devoured the adjoining wooden houses, did not bring a tear to the trader’s eye or draw a sigh from his mouth. The acquiescence with fate and the Turkish acceptance of whatever befell one in life, overcame him.. But then a distant acquaintance worked his way up to Yıldız through the crowd. Whether he was a business partner or a rival, a man of note or a good-for-nothing — he couldn’t remember.