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OUR LIFE M o n th ly , p u b lis h e d by U k ra in ia n N a tio n a l W om en's L e a g u e o f A m e ric a MARCH 1996 Editor: TAMARA STADNYCHENKO TARAS SHEVCHENKO THE THREE PATHWAYS Once three pathways, broad and wide, Met upon the plain; Into foreign parts, three brothers Set out from Ukraine. And they left an aged mother, And one left a wife, One a sister, and the youngest Left his chosen bride. The old mother planted three Ash-trees in the meadow, And her son’s wife planted there A poplar tall and slender, And the sister planted there Maples by the valley, And a guelder-rose was planted By the young fiancee. But the ash-tree did not root, And the poplar withered, The three maples withered up, The guelder-rose wilted. The three brothers do not come... Their mother weeps them still, And the wife weeps with her children In a house grown chill. The sister weeps, she goes to seek Her brothers among strangers... And the young bride? In her coffin Quietly they laid her... The three brothers do not come, They roam the world, forlorn, And three pathways, broad and wide, Are overgrown with thorns. ’’НАШЕ Ж ИТТЯ”, БЕРЕЗЕНЬ 1996 17
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