Ukraine is a sick mother, You had to suffer! You have suffered a lot of evil, But she could not take revenge. Revenge, dear, you didn't want Because she always loved her enemies. You are not capable of fierce evil, Do you want goodness to bloom? you never curse You only ask, you only beg.
Dear children, dear children, How can I not be gray When there is betrayal between you, Evil leads through my cities. Dear children, dear children, I beg you not to bend your knees In front of lowliness, in front of people, That serve sin and darkness. Dear children, I root for you And I truly bless you. Go to unity, daughter and son, - Comfort your mother — Ukraine.
To your maternal fate There was a lot of pain. Your own children despised you But you get up to continue living. You are not afraid of work or pain From other people's hands and from their own hands. Ukraine, like a real mother, You go to God to seek the truth And you never curse You only ask, you only beg.
You persuade to leave treason, Choose not a lie, but the Truth, You beg to leave despair And come to brotherly peace. Ukraine, your efforts - So that children come to unity. Because the people are both happy and strong, How inseparable goes through life.
you never curse You only ask, you only beg.
My dear land, what is your land With faithfulness cultivated treason, And every enemy that came from afar, Was he comforted by her at your expense?
And who brought you the seed What, having fallen into the soil, was magnificently forgotten?... And everything holy was defiled by him, And the will grew - it was gone.
It grew into hearts, it grew into minds, Everything spreads and grows deeper. Are you kind to your own people? Words alone, love does not exist.
Here, Nis served - Baturin in blood. The horror of despair caught you by surprise. And Galagan distinguished himself — And the free woman Cossack lit up.
And what's wrong is treason. What is not a step - So someone will put a stone on the road... My dear land, you fell silent, shut up, He told the sky only his anxiety.
The sons cannot reconcile. And where there are two of them, there is a sword, there is a trick. They sway at the feet of a stranger — And again the sale, and again retreat.
Yoke and cry, and thoughts of the crowd They oppressed your flesh, flexible and strong. And only your unchained songs Everyone testified about a free-loving soul.
You want love, my dear Sincere love, so that everyone lives with it. But everyone loves in your land Then profit, then glory, then some idea.
You are now free by the grace of heaven. You, my dear, are already known far away. And the whole world is watching indifferently, How they destroy you and rob you.
Who eats his fill from your rich fields, Who swore loyalty and love to you - Made now unprecedented efforts, To drink more blood from your veins.
Betrayal is rampant. Its leaf is elastic. Penetrated into almost every piece... Who steals in his impunity, You will call him, my dear country, a traitor.
My dear land, I want to see the day, When treason fades away, When I hear happy songs Your children on the Ukrainian field.
My land, oh, let him not see in a dream The one who destroys treacherous weeds, Who sows friendship with seeds in the spring, Gives a harvest to your large field,
Who grows loyalty in the hearts of men, He fills the children's paths with love, Who will dove happy away from everyone And clarify all deaf-blind people.
Oh, only with Him, my land, with Christ You will get both sons and daughters back. Oh, how you will be enriched by all good things! Oh, how every corner of you will bloom!
And betrayal of the grain will no longer germinate, Although the wicked will scatter them. With Jesus, my land, your happy path, Your path is rich, bright and bright.
My dear land, you are sad Years of contempt, despair and pain. An indescribable pity squeezes the heart, That you have a bitter wormwood fate, That you always had steel ringing in you And red washed near and far.
You dreamed of being peaceful, you wanted to Receive guests generously and see them off, And had to meet enemies, To obey and to moan under the yoke. But you always dreamed of freedom Sometimes with the flower of blood, sometimes with ears of corn.
And here you are free, and your master He forgot his kind of mammon for the sake of it. He came out of you, but he is a stranger to you, Denied both the Crucified One and the fruit... And His fruit is wonderful, golden - He has love, respect and peace.
My land, you hear: howling a ravenous wolf... And anxiety swirls in the clouds. A Muscovite drives a peg into the ground With the outlines of a bloodthirsty god. May the devilish god be destroyed, Because it will lead to darkness and sand.
Call Christ, let him follow Everywhere will be reflected in your spaces. May He touch both the earth and the water, He will go into the forest, the steppe, visit the mountains. Because only with the Lord, my land, only then You will know neither grief nor trouble.
1. Twentieth, goodbye!
Twentieth, goodbye! You were cruel. You tore body and soul like an animal, Hatred carried to the valleys and to the mountains - And everywhere he was, everyone lost their peace.
Twentieth, goodbye! You were cunning. He was proud that a great humanist, But he committed the most murders of all And he tortured the lawless people in camps.
Twentieth, goodbye! You were bloody. Loved the crimson color too much — And everything was burning with red showers In the name of your glory.
Half the world wrapped in a crimson flag, He threw all the disagreeable people into the ditch, Buried alive and consoled himself, That he tried very hard for the sake of humanity.
You rebelled. The lights are revolutionary They burned the souls of the guilty and the innocent. You destroyed destinies like houses of cards You took bread crusts from children -
You were tormented by hunger, because you lost pity and fear. Your spectacles are parades of terror. You sowed injustice in the name of great ideas, Spawned cruel and faceless people -
Every vile and cunning viper, That can kill, steal and lie. He drove God from the land, from the souls of human pain. Oh, how you tormented the faithful of the Lord:
Their prisons are glories, snows and swamps Only for having recognized Christ. Pechuchi did not pay attention to their tears. Oh, how you tortured everyone with wars!
And then it was just rebellion, and then it was just envy, And that was simple human hatred, That put on a demonic outfit, And the earth cried in despair.
But the Lord stopped your wild rebellion And a collar was put on your neck. And the atheist kings left... I would like it to last forever.
Twentieth, goodbye! You were suffering. Between your terrible wanderings Millions of repentances have taken place Peace be blessed.
Because everyone, tired in his soul and body, He did not rely on his own strength, I cried to God with faith that I could, Waiting for His help,
And he knew that only in Jesus Will recover in strength and spirit, That only in the Savior, in Him Will find a native home, -
And sudden death no longer scared me, And the heart was filled to the brim With heavenly love and peace - And glorified God every minute.
Twentieth, goodbye! You proved freedom To my tortured native people. He will suffer, but completely unhappy, Because almost every son of his is treacherous, Because home thieves are wicked They haven't drunk their father's blood yet. But, Lord, Your love and mercy Honor and dignity pour into his heart - And every son of him is in a holy rush He will do pious deeds. There is a true will, the basis of all good things - Christ's!
Twentieth, goodbye! They loved you To whom Christ revealed Himself in power. They do not see black evils. You are the best for them of all ages.
Twentieth, goodbye!..
2. Age twenty one
The age of twenty-one is proud and anxious. The age of twenty-one is stubborn and godless. He absorbed the radiance and mischievousness And oceans of pain.
Bundyuchno rejected the Lord's truth And stomps on it proudly. Evil breathes like a three-headed snake, To the world and to man.
He rages as if he has sprung from the abyss, Rushes to glory, to its crowns. And what is morality to him, and what is the law to him And all the words of the Lord.
He is his own morality and supreme god. Only wild lust for gold and power Manages him, and what she commands - He is unfailing.
The fire of advertisements and disobedience to the authorities... Dazzling artificial shine bewitched - And the world sees in him a miracle of miracles Contrary to the whole truth.
But how it hurts!.. At the age of twenty-one, You are not the first to rebel against heaven. The Lord will stop your arbitrary rebellion In a few seconds.
Lightning cuts the above-ground skies — Your pride and beauty will burn, And He will become victorious with his foot, For everything you were so wickedly proud of.
Oh, how it hurts you, my age is twenty-one! You are not the first to become the last. A tear of hope does not dry up in you To the peaceful, pure and boundless sky, She cries out to all the worlds: - My Lord, come!
1. Devaluation of words
The man is talking - Like a snake, the tongue twists. And everyone drinks verbal jelly, That he is a very honest politician, How good he is, for God's sake I would give everything for the community And that he lacks words To say how he loved the truth; That he is every day and every minute Brings good for the country. Only those who ate a pound of salt with him They don't want jelly... - Enough! We need clean water And not some kind of burda! We know your true character - She is already as good as a kid. And your honesty is like an abscess In those whom you deceived. And meek is like a dog, More than once he scolded the citizens. And loved the people so much, What would you choose for a penny. You are a simple person If not a cog, then cattle... What was I talking about, the truth is, The most expensive thing is your own home. Everything that can be broken in - It is better to appropriate and hide... And sees the Truth from Heaven This devaluation of words. And those who think have known: People's words were devalued. Only the Word of God without fault, It has not lost its price. And those who fear God They still carry the truth in their hearts.
2. Devaluation of will
He is on the road, at work or in the bath - Global problems are solved by everyone. I wish everyone health, earthly paradise - That is why ozone holes are patched. So that there will be enough space for our race - Develops fields on Mars. Humanity does not want quarrels, seeks agreement - Reconciles tribes and peoples. Every day, like a god, like a superpro, Warns of various disasters. That's how he stands on the watch of the world... But there are a lot of holes in your own fence. And although he "creates" beautiful things on Mars, But the field itself got overgrown with weeds. And although his thoughts about peace are constant - The civil war has not stopped to this day. Strangers are concerned with fate, death and blood, Life itself is an abyss of catastrophes. Why is the whole universe? Why pain and suffering?.. This is how they run away from their problems. But there is no way to escape from yourself No fugitive artist can. Human nature, weak and sinful, Too full of all kinds of troubles and problems. It can neither be changed nor released, Unless nailed to a cross. Because as long as she is strong and alive - Misery sows a bountiful harvest. And there will be a great harvest - Indescribable pain and suffering. You cannot escape from yourself on this planet, If you do not agree to die. And not by their own hands, but like all the saints, With Jesus on Calvary's cross! So enough words and dreaming! Do not devalue - leave the willpower!
I get up still sleepy. I go to the first house. There, the mother works by the stove. The fire roars, logs crackle, It's dark in the windows - it's early. Fat was already sizzling on the stove — And the house started to smell delicious. Firewood* smells like yeast dough... How dear you are, my childhood! How sweet you are, how clean you are Sometimes sad, and sometimes solemn. I will always remember you... My good mother is getting younger in you!
Podpalky* — (dial.) cookies
I'm going, I'm running home Because I already dream at night... I hurry, forgetting the fatigue, Cuddle up to your own mother. I'm an adult, but like a child I'm happy to snuggle up to her. The whole family will be around - My brothers and dad will be there.
Bless me, father! Don't forget the stubborn temper. Bless me, father! Put your hand on my head. Bless me, mother! Everything bad has been forgiven by you a long time ago. Bless me, mother! Kiss my wrinkled forehead.
In my father's house, the windows are blue, And the floor is bright red, And above the windows according to the picture, Each one is framed with a towel. Photos in gray frames... Smiling children look on. Hearts are still young, not in wounds, Life has not yet broken...
Peasant oven. She is a good mother She cooked us borscht and porridge. So I want to taste it The best food since childhood. The bowl and cup rang... Hurry up, because there is not enough space. Our family by God's grace A lot has happened over the years.
Dear mother, dear father, Oh, it was not easy for you to live!.. Work, worries from dawn, So that children grow up healthy. We are adults and we are happy with the tape. Only tears... You don't have to, you can't... Father, mother, on your face Every wrinkle is dear to us.
Warmth invaded the sad fields, The heat invaded the leafless gardens — And the conceived land came to life, Having accepted the sun's kisses are radiant. Streams are ringing, rejoicing in spring. The first blades of grass stretch to the sky. I am happy and happy, That You revived me again for Yourself.
The spring of my life, Jesus, is You, You revived my withered branch, So that I could blossom for You On endless in the eternity of centuries.
Already the first song flutters above. The doors of the heart are opened to grateful sounds. Everything wins all around at this time And every bud laughs joyfully. The first petal flowers opened, Both sincere and indescribably wonderful, And flowers bloomed in my soul - Flowers of tender love to you.
And the fragrances of spring are astringent beauty Struggle forward with the wind. And my soul is already full I praise you with fragrant gentle peace.
There was no Christmas of happy days yet, The world was still full of despair and blood, He had love, but he did not know Love, Which would save him from his sins.
It wasn't Christmas yet, but the world dreamed of it, For a moment, it was coming incessantly... Oxen chewed hay innocently, When Joseph creaked at the door.
It wasn't Christmas yet, but already in the fog The outlines of a great event appeared, Already in Maria's struggles and moans Every mouse in the barn obeyed.
And suddenly a scream! A baby was born How all the children in the world are born. The sky began to sing and rejoice, And the earth smiled joyfully. The whole universe became clear in the sky The hot ray of a shining star, Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, And called the sages on the way.
It's already Christmas! He visited the earth - Creator of life and embodiment of love, That the world did not spare life and blood But known as Jesus and the Son of God.
Bethlehem is the Jewish Beth Lechem (House of Bread). Jesus Christ: "I am the bread of life."
An indescribably hungry world. He is looking for life-giving bread. Although the flesh does not seem to hurt at all, But the soul both grinds and sobs.
The brain cries out: "Where is the food, where, Which will give elasticity not only to the blood, What kind of spirit will let you down from impotence? Where is the delicious, nutritious bread of love?
Is Judea rich in them? Maybe Rome? Faraway lands or secret places? When will I be satisfied with delicious bread?..." And the bread of life appeared in Bethlehem.
Bread was born in the House of Bread! Bread of mercy, hope and justification, Who looks deep with love The heart gives itself for consumption!
Bread was born in the House of Bread! And the depths of despair crumbled. And the world, blinded by hunger, He saw when he was full of Bread.
My Jesus, You are Bread! your christmas Majestic in joy and noble in purpose. You will be tasted by a sick being - And he will not be hungry forever!
He was not born royally at all, In a barn, a poor man on a bed of hay... Mary was gently swaddling her Son In overflowing sacrifice and grace.
And her eyes are full of happy tears, Although there is so much pain, it was pouring from the cup... And she smiled to herself, remembering How He pushed in the holy womb.
And as Ivan felt His presence, Although both of them were not yet in the world, And like Elizaveta in the greeting She predicted a bright future.
And now Mom's eyes see a miracle - Child of God and his blood. - How dear You are, dearest Son, And how I want you to live happily!
In the radiant ray of divine phenomena She was ready to give everything to her son. But gentle Mother could not understand, That He was born for the happiness of others.
He was not welcomed in the royal chambers - In a barn, a poor man on a bed of hay... But a song sounded in the sky, Which was not sung to any king.
You were gracious to bring the disciples On one of the highest mountains in Galilee — And suddenly you shone like the sun, All having partaken of His greatness.
Elijah and Moses entered the light And they talked about the orders of Heaven. And three pairs of frightened eyes They looked at you in surprise.
Impressive vision is unearthly! This event fell by the fire of insight, Because the students understood the main thing: That You are the Lord, the Son of God, You are the Messiah.
They take Jesus to Pilate. And the dawn is already in the sky. The people are waiting for the holiday, And on Christ there is universal sorrow.
Pilate met a clamoring crowd. - What is the fault of this Husband? Poured lies on a person Yurba is indifferent to the truth.
- You hear these complaints about You. are you king Why are you silent, I ask? And He looked quietly into the sky: He is the King of that heavenly land.
- What does this silence mean? I have to punish the authorities. And He accepted all suffering - And salvation saw white robes.
- I do not find fault with Him, I will release Him to you people. The people rejected the mercy of God, The people shout: "Crucify!"
Let Barabbas go, Barabbas! Our children will carry this blood! Envy chose the path of blood, To cry and hurt forever.
Jesus accepted the torment of Calvary, The crown of thorns of pain. Died Sunday! And God's hands You are given a glorious fate!
Easter, oh indeed, you are great. You are the greatest of all the days in the world. You witness one of the greatest miracles How the tormented were saved forever.
You opened your eyes and saw - is it possible?! — As a Man, having collected a mortal sleep, He left the grave stone captive - And appeared boldly to the universe.
All creation sighed with joy And pure joy poured down from heaven: Jesus, who died, has now risen forever - And gave everyone hope for resurrection!
The demon world stirred anxiously, Trembling death: got rid of the sting, How in hell did souls care, - The Risen One won it.