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«ЖІНОЧИЙ СВІТ» 21 LESIA UKRAINKA Lesia Ukrainka was the pen name of our foremost Ukrainian poetess. She was born in the year of 1871 in Volynia. But from early childhood she found a great handicap in her poor health. This also prevented her from attending schools. Never- theless, her education was not ne- glected. Her mother, known in Ukrainian literary circles as Olena Pchilka and famed for lit- erary achievements in the field of poetry, became the teacher of the puny child. Thus Lesia acquired a greater knowledge under the tutorship of her mother and was early encouraged to develop her writing ability. In the thirteenth year of her life, Lesia wrote her Spurred on by the notices ceived on this poem, she contin- ued to write, gaining more popu- larity with each new poem. For inspiration and material she turned to the masses of Ukrain- ian people. Her sensitive soul was quick to perceive the intense suffering of our people under Russian czaristic regime and so she set out to rouse these people from their lethargy by prodding them on to struggle with the aid of her fiery words. result. of her poor and ever-failing health, Lesia was forced to seek the sunny climate of the South. In her numerous travels she became acquainted with new countries, new people and new customs. Her impr sions always formed themes for pew poems. Thus she acquired a broader outlook on life which was continually reflected in her work. In the year of 1913, the Grim Reaper took away the beloved Lesia Ukrainka, thus depriving the Ukrainian people of one of its most persistent warriors. And although twenty years have passed from the time of her death, Lesia Ukrainka still lives in the hearts of millions of Ukrainians. Her indominable spirit and courage are preserved in her countless inspiring poems and dramas to which our op- pressed people turn in their mo- ments of despair and anguish. —M.S. = IF | WERE SANTA CLAUS...! ТЕ I were Santa Claus and had the power to distribute any gifts I wanted to, and to whom I wanted to, I would flood the Ukrainian boys and girls of America with worthy gifts, such as Ukrainian grammars, histories and geogra- phies ... I would create a multitude of honorary positions and distrib- ute them to those honor-seeking individuals who are forever whin- ing about the fact that their stu- pendous efforts on behalf of the Ukrainian people are continuing to pass unrewarded . . . I would build a sound-proof mansion and assemble all of our so-called patriots who are versed in the art of wagging their tongues and inventing new slo- gans for our dear, dear Ukraine, thereby dooming them to a life of eternal talking and listening to each other... I would treble the salaries of some of our learned editors and then deduct seven-eighths of them to pay for the tremendous amount of paper and ink they utilize in vain... I would manufacture glasses for those far-sighted people whose keen sight enables them to see everything at a great dis- tance, but nothing in their own back-yards ... I would grant free passage to Soviet Russia to all of our fellow- Ukrainians who are lauding the rule of the Bolsheviks and who doubt that the reports of the re- cent famine are true... And last, but not least, I would decorate with shining medals all of our heroes who are dying for our beloved Ukraine, but secretly draining the rapidly diminishing money-bags of our gullible peo- ple. —Sareastic Susie.
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