Life
Budimir was born in Mrkonjić Grad now in Republika Srpska, Bosnia and Herzegovina. He was educated in Sarajevo and studied Classical Philology at the University of Vienna, where he received his PhD in 1920. He was appointed the assistant the same year and soon the assistant professor at the Department of the University of Belgrade Faculty of Philosophy, than he was appointed Senior lecturer in 1928 and full professor in 1938. As the professor and the head of the Department of the Classical Philology, he worked until retirement in 1962, with interruptions during the German occupation in World War II.
As a researcher of high rank, he was elected a corresponding member of the Serbian Academy of Sciences and Art in 1948 and became a regular member of the same Academy in 1955. Budimir died in Belgrade on 17 October 1975.
Milan Budimir did research in the field of classical philology in all its branches: history of classical languages, especially Old Greek, history of Old Greek and Roman literature. He also did research of the Old Balkan and Slavic languages, the history of religion, the heritage of the classical period in Serbia and Balkans, especially in language, literature and folklore, as well as the research in the field of linguistics.
He started and edited the Balkan magazine Revue internationale des Études balkaniques along with Petar Skok between the wars. Budimir was a founder and co-editor ot the former main journal of Yugoslav philologists The Living Classical Periods with the most distinguished Yugoslav classical philologists.
The library of this blind scholar is at the Serbian Academy of Sciences and the Arts, Belgrade, where it is accorded a separate division among the special collections . The special library for the blind in Belgrade is named for Milan Budimir.
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