This site is dedicated to the people of the karst region and the rocky people who through centuries managed to survive and survive in this region, preserve their faith, their customs and traditions, but in the distant world of many who suffer for their home village, Malovan often wanted to return, to freely breathe the charms of Malovan beautiful mountains and the smell of its floral field, the strength of the bush from Malovan, to see the herds countless, the horses of the crows unharnessed with the straight Kupres field playful, the bark dots where the green grass is hair, and it remains only to us we often go there now, but now there is silence everywhere.
We are left alone, our village, our native lump, and we are wondering about the outbreaks of the Malovan Sun and gave it the same morning as it used to be. We will remember forever our village Malovan, the Milač River clear and cold, and the Malovan portal that feeds and keeps our Malovan memorial.
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