Pic 1) A girl waiting for her candy floss
Pic 2) A man cooling off in the Dnieper River
Pic 3) A Russian flag being used as a doormat in Kyiv (my personal favourite)
Pic 4) Weathered sandbags are stacked around the Monument to Dante Alighieri
Pic 5) Preparations at a restaurant in Kyiv
Thought the third pic was Serbia’s flag for a sec
When I am dead, bury me
In my beloved Ukraine,
My tomb upon a grave mound high
Amid the spreading plain,
So that the fields, the boundless steppes,
The Dnieper’s plunging shore
My eyes could see, my ears could hear
The mighty river roar.
When from Ukraine the Dnieper bears
Into the deep blue sea
The blood of foes … then will I leave
These hills and fertile fields —
I’ll leave them all and fly away
To the abode of God,
And then I’ll pray …. But till that day
I nothing know of God.
Oh bury me, then rise ye up
And break your heavy chains
And water with the tyrants’ blood
The freedom you have gained.
And in the great new family,
The family of the free,
With softly spoken, kindly word
Remember also me.
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Pic 1) A girl waiting for her candy floss
Pic 2) A man cooling off in the Dnieper River
Pic 3) A Russian flag being used as a doormat in Kyiv (my personal favourite)
Pic 4) Weathered sandbags are stacked around the Monument to Dante Alighieri
Pic 5) Preparations at a restaurant in Kyiv
Thought the third pic was Serbia’s flag for a sec
When I am dead, bury me
In my beloved Ukraine,
My tomb upon a grave mound high
Amid the spreading plain,
So that the fields, the boundless steppes,
The Dnieper’s plunging shore
My eyes could see, my ears could hear
The mighty river roar.
When from Ukraine the Dnieper bears
Into the deep blue sea
The blood of foes … then will I leave
These hills and fertile fields —
I’ll leave them all and fly away
To the abode of God,
And then I’ll pray …. But till that day
I nothing know of God.
Oh bury me, then rise ye up
And break your heavy chains
And water with the tyrants’ blood
The freedom you have gained.
And in the great new family,
The family of the free,
With softly spoken, kindly word
Remember also me.
Taras Shevchenko Dec 25, 1845.