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Junior League Section EDITOR, MISS MILDRED MILANOWICZ—151 Hopkins Avenue Jersey City 6, New Jersey By Irina Wilde Translated by M. M. .( Editor's N ote : Irina Wilde, is the pen-name of D . D. Polotniuk, a fine short story-writer whose works were familiar to SUA subscribers of the Ukrainian women's newspaper “Zino- dha Dolia,” published in Kolomia. She was also editor of an excellent juve nile magazine up to the present war . Latest news about Miss Wilde appears in “Pravda” which reports her as a member of the Central Election of So viet Ukraine . Apparently Miss Wilde has survived the recent purge of writ ers). It was only after a week that Marta began to realize what hap pened. Up to that time, over whelmed by that first news, she could not think. The fu)l weight of grief fell on her so suddenly that at one blow it killed all pow ers of reasoning. She could not even cry. It was only now, after a week, that she began to understand why her head felt so heavy, why her chest felt so constricted for the past several days,—because Osyp was dead. She wanted to push this hor rible thought away from her, but pitilessly it returned to her again and again. It was clear and un mistakable : Osyp was dead. Mar ta now understood what it meant — She would never, never see him again. Not tomorrow, nor the day after, nor in a year, nor ten. Never. “He was killed at Lviv.” — somewhat timidly another thought creeps into her mind. And Marta finally accepts it, then fiercely the curse wells up from her tormented heart: “May we never win Lviv, until, from each and every family, the dearest one is killed. May everyone realize the awful cost of freedom. Every one, to the last one, not just she, alone.” The malediction makes her think of something else:—Osyp’s mother, that old, heartless, proud ‘panyi’, she too, is doubtless knocking her head — that she loved to hold so high — against the wall in grief, just as she, Mar ta, was doing. Even now she has come be tween them. Even the grief for him, she wanted to clutch it all to herself — that mother of his — that ‘pa nyi/ “My son is not for just any body that first comes along.” — Marta recalls these words of his mother, imeprsonally, as if that panyi did not have herself in mind. “She will never see the day when I will call her ‘Nevistka’, — daughter-in-law.” More hurts are uncovered. Now she won't bother to smo ther these hurts and stings any longer. Oh no! She will unearth all the hurts, all the barbs, all the old insults. May she . . . Now she can have revenge for all of them. “If I cannot have him, Panyi, neither will you. You will not call me ‘nevistka’, but neither will you call anyone in the world that.” And from these thoughts, she seemed to draw some peace. Her own personal grief seemed to fade somehow. But who of the two should have given way to the other — she to the mother, or the mother to her ? Who could say: Whose love was lesser — who shoull give up their rights? Marta glanced up and it seem ed that a shadow flitted past the window. She wanted to go to the door and see if anyone had come. And suddenly such a fright took hold of her, that she had not the the strenbth to lift her eyes to the door. She only heard that the door opened slowly and felt that someone was standing in the doorway. “Osyp”—was her first thought. An impossible thought, yes, but oh, such a longed-for one. She started, turned in the dir ection of the doorway and froze at her first step. In the doorway to her room stood an apparition — the mother of Osyp. The old- white-haired panyi, dressed com pletely in black, stood there, gaz ing at her. Marta wanted to scream, to dispell the apparition, but she could not. The old panyi came closer and closer to her, till Mar ta felt the mother’s hands on her shoulders, but still she was not certain. Was this an apparition or was this actually Osyp’s moth er before her? “He's gone, my daughter, our Osyp is gone,” the old panyi spoke first, and with her words released the dammed-up tears and aches in Marta’s heart. Marta, with her grief, her curse against the world, was gathered by with ered old arms to a bosom sudden ly grown dear and close. “When did you first hear?” “I don't know, I don’t remem- UKRAINIAN CANADIAN VIOLINIST Debut of Donna Grescoe, Ukrainian Canadian Violinist will be held Monday evening, February 3, 1947, at Town Hall, 113-123 West 43rd Street, New York City. J. C. CONCERT FEATURES # MISS POLYNACK-LESAWYER Miss Mary Polynack-Lesawyer, Ukrainian Americaij operatic so prano, appearing at present with the N. Y. City Center Opera Com pany, was the featured attraction at the Concert commemorating the Union of Jan. 22 and Kruty, held at Jersey City, on Sunday, ber exactly — I guess — last week yet/ “You are young yet. You can find someone else — but where will I find another son?” “Oh mother, don’t talk like that. Mother!” The last word sprang somehow from the very depths of Marta’s heart and seemed to blaze a path once and for all, to Osyp’s moth er’s heart. Marta wiped away her tears, then with deep compassion gazed at the tearful, aged face before her. She wondered sadly why Osyp’s mother and she could not have met long ago. The thought hurt so, that Osyp would never learn about their friendship. It was so hard to look upon the tear-stained, unhappy face of the mother — but at the same time it was so wonderful, so heart warming. January 19, at the Ukrainian Centre on Fleet Street. Miss Lesawyer’s first appear ance in Jersey City was a wholly successful and inspiring one. Her program, though light, offered a fair example of her complete mastery of her art of singing: full but sweetly poignant tones, a wide and easy range, crystal- clear diction, perfect technique in •coloratura passages, sympathetic interpretation and with it all, a most captivating charm. She sang three compositions of Hayvoron- sky’s; “Cherez Richku” — song to an absent Vasile, “Kolyskova” — Lullaby, “Duma,” besides Za- remba’s “Solovey” — Nighting ale. A clamoring audience induced her to add Ouglitzky’s “I trod a path,” which showed off the sing er’s coloratura accomplishments and assured Miss Lesawyer of another group of fans. Miss Olya Dmytriw gave a very sympathe tic and complementary accompa- niament to Miss Lesawyer’s sing ing. The program ol^the concert, sponsored by the Chornomorska Sitch of Jersey City, was arrang ed by Mr. Nicholas Petryshyn ai*d Mr. John Huzar. In his talk, Dr. Longin Cehel- sky, a participant in the ceremo- (Continued on page 6)
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