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«ЖІНОЧИЙ СВІТ» 29 Уадітіг Karbulycky A MOTHER-BIRD Translated by M. S. [¥ THE thick, almost impenetra- ble shrubbery, in the midst of pricking thorns was a nest. There harbored her brood a mother-bird. They lived there as in a pa Eternal loneliness, infinite tran- quillity reigned in this underbrush. No one invaded this plac came to molest the happy bird. And she rejoiced in quiet solitude and fondled her hope, her dearest ones, her ise. no one mall ones. Setting off in search of food, she bade her offspring a fond fare- well and returned again in hasty flight with an insect or worm in her bill, Then the small ones chirped joyously, each of them widely opening its mouth. The mother looked on in rapture as she fed them, each in turn, and then again flew quickly away so that her children might not suffer the pangs of hunger. In the evening she sat by her nest, singing lilting tunes for her loved ones: In her little head she cherished the fondest hopes and wove bright dreams of the future. When the evening breezes became too cool she covered her young ones with her tiny wings and passed into a drowse. At the break ої dawn she kissed them a “good morning” and departed, as usual, in search of food. These were moments of bliss, moments of hope which she spent without anxiety. Or, perhaps, she did worry?! Who knows whether uncertainty tortured her not? Who knows whether she did not fly away with a troubled heart from the nest which harbored .Нег treasure? She sat, perched on the edge of her nest and caressed her small ones, absorbed in her sweet dreams, and unmindful of Бего surround- ings. At once... a noise! Beneath the shrubs, on his hands and feet a thief, weaving his sure-chest of the hird in order to rob the mother of her only treasure, her happiness. The bird sensed the calamity threatening her and she began to twitter despairingly. The boy imbed the tree stealthily and ex- tended his hand in order to snatch the little birds. They, too, twittered in alarm while the mother flitted about the nest, from branch to nch, in utter despair, forced to witness the deed of the thief, rob- bing her of her most precious thing. br: Her heart contracted ‘or a moment she lingered on a branch and sent an imploring glance at the boy, as if beseeching him not to carry off a mother’s small children which she so lo- vingly cared for; as if trying to convey to him the knowledge that her heart was full of love and only because of that love she lived. She attempted to get near him, as if to say: “Here, take ту | innocent heart, take that, too!” ailant did not under- But the and the language of the bird; he did not even hear the voice of God, faintly stirring in the depths of his depraved soul. He thrust his rob- bing hand into the nest, and one by ong, lifted out the birds and hid the plunder beneath his shirt. With the loss of each bird, a new and painful wound opened in the heart of the mother. She was powerless to prevent her unhappi- ness. The merciless plunderer did not understand her chirping pleas. The strength necessary to protect her sacred ones was not hers. The boy finally collected all of the young birds beneath his shirt and while climbing down the tree, he also destroyed the nest, so that not even a vestige remained to ге- mind the mother of the spot where she revelled in maternal happiness, where she had found her love, her joy — and at the same time, her inful and cruel misfortune. Still twittering, she escorted the thief of her happiness, the plun- derer of her sanctuary... to the end of the forest. And then, with а" terrible longing gnawing at her heart, she returned to voice a song of despair amidst the ruins of her happiness. The End сен Ten Commandments of Patriotism 1. Lové thy country, which has redeemed thee from tyranny and bondage. ‘Thou shalt not worship any political idols, nor bow down to them, nor serve them; for their iniquity will be visited on thee and thy children until the third and fourth generation. Thou shalt not take the name of patriotism in vain, nor use it to hide thy selfish motive. 2. 4. Remember the day of election, to keep it holy. 5 Honor the sanctity of the ballot that the days of thy country may be prolonged. Thou shalt not kill the spirit of freedom by neglecting to exercise the prerogatives of a freeman. 7. Thou shall not adulterate the purity of civic life by entering politics for gain. 8. Thou shalt not encourage public servants to steal by thy indifference. Thou shalt not let greed for political reward bear false witness against the spirit of patriotism. 10. Thou shalt not covet a public office which thou art not fit to fill. — Rabbi Eichler.
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