Clerical High School of Saint Arsenije

Clerical Grande école of Saint Arsenije, founded in 1794, is the first Serbian Clerical Grande école, founded three years after the Gymnasium of Karlovci by Mitropolitan Stefan Stratimirović. The second half of the 19th century represent the golden age in the history of this school, when Ilarion Ruvarac became the rector, and Jovan Živković was one of the professors. In that period one of the first departments for bee keeping was established in the school. The Clerical school was closed in 1914, after the World War I reestablished in Belgrade. The modern Clerical school called "Saint Arsenije Sremac" was founded in 1964, in the Palace of the Common funds, built at the beginning of the 20th century by Patriarch Georgije Branković.

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