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***



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[???? ?????? (1907-1944)]



[English translation:]



Valleys fall and cuddle up to feet,

Recoiled mountains are swirling winds,

Ground of roads meets our springy step

with a groan of obedience.

Will we not force down, will we not tear off

this skyline and these pink clouds?!

And the moist wind with its mighty breast

is singing on my sword.



***



They came. They faced respect and fear,

Having overcome swamps, thickets and dens.

They brought in their half-opened eyes

Their blue and green skies.

We have not known joy. Their endearments were

impulsive and peculiar.

They darted away. Prepared and leaved.

Everywhere the lands were more southern for them.

And even now these children

Run away to the mountains like wolf-cubs,

And under their brow there are blue lakes,

Restless of waves and immense of expanse.



[Oleg Olzhych (1907-1944)]