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«ЖІНОЧИЙ СВІТ» 29 THE FALL OF UKRAINE KRAINE, our dear and native land Was once the home of happiness, For then there ruled no hostile hand, Nor were our people in distress. The golden sun there shone so bright, *Til one day, Colonel Witowsky, An Ukrainian, bold and true With his soldiers, strong and husky, Started the old battle anew. Into the city of Lwiw they tread The winds blew softly through the trees, And filling all hearts with sheer delight The birds poured forth their melodies. Yet many enemies were there Who coveted that land of ours; And through the means of cruel warfare Ukraine was seized by foreign powers. For many a year our people fought To gain their land back from the foe, Their neighbors as allies they sought Bearing our flag of yellow and blue, And not one from that place had fled Until freedom was gained anew. But fond hope soon turned to sadness. Alas! Ukraine could not be free! For our foes, full of greed and madness, Soon deprived her of sweet liberty. So now it’s up to це younger men To join and give a helping hand; To struggle and fight by sword or pen *Til the enemy is driven from our land. But no one heeded their sighs of woe. he was on his way to win some girl’s favor. A girl’s heart is softer than wax; it melts under a Cossack’s glance, as though under the sun’s rays. “Suppose that he is going to propose to some girl; one cannot escape his predestined bride even with a horse,” observed Pelagia. ‘The girls finished washing their linen, placed it on the wagon, and covered it up with green, odori- ferous grass. Then they climbed on themselves and drove back home, chirping merrily like swallows. As the wagon drew nigh the house, the girls exclaimed sudden- ly, “Oh, mistress Irene, whose gray horse is that standing in the yard? It looks like the horse of the Cossack that we saw by the river, your prince, your prince, your predestined husband!” Irene felt her heart beat fast with a mingled feeling of joy and doubt. The rumble of the wagon attract- ed the attention of those in the S00 0S 0 house, The Cossack looked out the window and exclaimed joyfully, “It is she, it is she!” The old centurion being already acquainted with the object of the Cossack’s visit, was greatly pleas- ed. The suitor was not unknown to him, as he proved to be the son of a respectable and wealthy family, and a deputy-hetman of Mirhorod. With much ado, he called Irene, who presently entered the room, blushing deeply. “Here is a handsome suitor for ies Irene,” said Tavold. “Does he please you or will you wait ae one ing?” that is more to your lil Irene remained silent, keeping her eyes on the ground, Her father surmised that it would be long before she could recover enough composure to answer his question, for under such circumstances girls are not wont to reveal their minds ; their eyes alone tell the secret. Tavold continued, “I dare say that such a Cossack is anything Mike Ivanchak, Jr. (15 yrs). Girard, Ohio. but unacceptable. Embrace and kiss each other, and the Lord bless you.” The Cossack embraced Irene and kissed her rapturously. Then both ed old Tavold for his paternal blessing, which he bestowed upon them. в Whether many kinsmen and neighbors came to the wedding, whether the guests were lavishly feasted, and whether the dancing and merrymaking was prolonged, it is not our purpose to relate. I saw Irene just before the wed- ding and she looked winsome as a flower. When I saw her a year later at Mirhorod, she seemed fairer than ever, and her pretty baby was like a God's little star. Many atime I have thought to myself as I gazed at her: She is the Lord’s grace and not a young mother, If only someone were clever enough to paint her just as she is with the infant in her arms, what a wonderful picture it would be! The End.
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