"In the history after the Revolution, writes historian Spyridon Lambrou, many imitative qualities shine through
Those Judges, Polyzoides and Tertsetis, who did not want to even under the spears of the gendarmes
to sign a condemnation decision against Kolokotro"Nine (and Plapouta), are characters of those who are not often found in History. These two remained historical figures through their actions."
They stood worthy of their homeland. And those who met them, there in Anapli, shook their hands.
A general of the struggle bends down and, kissing the hands of Polyzoides and Tertsetis, says:
"I kiss your hands because they are bloodstained from murder."
However, this must also be said, where a hero, admittedly a hero of all, says with "Greek grace" (Tertsetis, Apanta-Apology) to Polyzoides:
"You took away the glory I achieved in Dervenakia."
It was Nikitaras the Turk-Eater.
Glory, which he obtained at Dervenakia! At Dervenakia where Kolokotronis' triumph saved the Peloponnese and all of Greece. The people deified the victor. And the Senate made him Commander-in-Chief.
Did Karaiskakis not also perceive Greece as an Ecumenical idea? He embraced freedom as a supreme ideal?
human. The thief of Gralista became the laurel-
the honored marshal of Roumeli, and the Angel of the struggling Nation.
Raw material had been put into the furnace of redemption and shining porcelain had emerged. And this is precisely where the moral greatness of the hero lies!...
… the greatness of the Tribe:
He wrote to Kolokotronis and asked him to meet. "It is necessary, and a great necessity, that we meet while"Let us protect the interests of the Fatherland and honor the chariots"
... and they met in Argos.
The Old Man set a rich table, drank to his health solemnly, in front of the captains, and wished him Commander-in-Chief of Roumeli.
And when they had finished eating, Melas describes, they indulged in drinking and singing, where at one point the Old Man says to Karaiskakis:
I will give you my Geneios (his son) and Nikitaras.
The two leaders jumped to their feet, hugged and kissed each other.
God help me! Now everything will be fine, they said.
Morias and Roumeli, two siblings, one soul.
Here the thorny roses of Sacrifice and the lilies of Glory meet.
Emotion breaks hearts.
Flowers of Reverence to the fighters.
Later, when the Government had made him Commander-in-Chief of Roumeli, he wrote to Kolokotronis:
"General and brother, we are united and our union will be eternal."
But we must show the Greeks and the foreigners that the purpose of our union is the common benefit of the fatherland. May your bravery help us in this campaign.
of Roumeli so that we can lose Kiutahin and then I will help you with my life so that Ibrahimis can lose."
Genaios called Karaiskakis his father, and he made him his son. The dialogue that took place was moving.
after a battle between the two fighters:
Do me a favor, Gennaeus, don't risk so much,
Karaiskakis said.
And why are you in danger?
Don't look at me. If you get hurt, Greece goes, while if I get hurt, nothing gets hurt.
How do you say that? The Brave was astonished.
I say this because that's how it is. If you go, the Old Man goes, and if the
Old man, Greece is going, while the Homeland has others like me.
Thus, with just two words, simple and pure, Karaiskakis put his signature next to the signature of history.
for the immortal Old Man of Moria.
…and Heaven
continues to bloom...
The resurrection of a nation on earth, the rebirth of our Nation, is a great event.
Only the lyrical style of Pindar and the rhetorical acuity of Pericles could praise the heroes and martyrs.
those who gave us our homeland, free and to the
world Greece new.
To transport us to those places where the soil
They were kneaded with blood, where the joyful echo repeated the cries of triumph or echoed the heavy pains of the cry of martyrdom: in Dervenakia, in the inn of Gravia, on the bridge of Alamana, in Karpenisi, in Haidari, in Maniaki, in Faliro, in Peta, in Chios, on the pitch-black ridge of Psaros, in the glorious Messolonghi.
The soul kneels. It offers flowers of devotion.
The women of Souliotisse in Zaloggo, the women of Naoussa in Arabitsa, the women of Chios in Anavato, the women of Messinia in Chorigoskala and elsewhere, Greek heroines, staged a dance of liberation from slavery. They threw themselves into the void so as not to be dishonored.
But the Glory that was flying did not let them fall.
She waited for them on her outstretched wings, in her arms.
Glory, which now waited to be crowned once more, the last time, but forever, throughout the ages,
to crown
the hero's courage:
It was April 30, 1834.
He stands before the Judges:
My name is Theodoros Kolokotronis.
I come from Libovisi, Karytaina.
I am sixty-four years old.
And what is your profession, the President continues to ask.
Military. I hold forty-nine years in my hand.
rifle and I fight for my country.
…It is the moment when inside the Courtroom
standing upright the whole '21/
Now (...then), after nine years, on February 4, 1843, the Nation, on its knees, cries inconsolably.
His deliverer has passed into eternity.
"The deceased was adorned with the uniform of the Lieutenant General, he carried the sword, which he had at the beginning of the Revolution, the helmet at his side and the epaulette of his service in the Ionian Islands, and the breastplate next to it,
and underfoot
"A Turkish flag was raised."
Dionysios Tsokos, CC BY-SA 3.0, via Wikimedia Commons
