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Nikola Vaptsarov is a Bulgarian poet. He was born on 7 December 1909 in Bansko. His most famous book is "Motoring Verses". Because of his communist activity, he was arrested and after that executed on 23 July 1943.
In 1949 the Bulgarian Naval Academy was renamed the 'Nikola Vaptsarov Naval Academy’ (NVNA).
His "Selected Poems" were published in London in 1954, by Lawrence & Wishart, translated, and with a foreword by Peter Tempest.
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