Don't rob your mother's property! It is possible that these two words are often used as a guide. We also call the Fatherland mother. Every one of us, under the word “Vitchizna”, reveals the common guise of fathers, friends, and relatives. A very thorny and difficult road has passed through this entire country in our time. The different-colored horns are burning, the fun has pulled out all its stitches, a common offense to the end of the native land - my Ukraine! Coming and going at once, day and day of Ukraine are one! Why can’t we live peacefully in this world? Look around! The earth is shaking due to the vibrations of a terrible storm; fall, fall down, trees; the booths are bustling; people will wither away; The grass has been dried; It’s dark in the dark and smoldering sun. The human groaning and crying are faintly far away, the birds are becoming quiet in their gentle song. The fierce enemy that came before us... And the Ukrainian warriors rose up to destroy our suffering motherland. They deprived their fathers of their homes, their squads, their children, their jobs, their emergency jobs, and found themselves on the battlefield. For the borderland and for the borderland. Hundreds, thousands, millions of boys, men and even women rose up to defend the Fatherland. Feeling a burden in front of the power, the giants lead them to fight. Since people cannot live without Fatherland, they suffer; Since she is ready to give up her life for her freedom and honor, it means that her value is extremely high. This is what our defenders are fighting for, as they wish the world, blessings and prosperity for all of our Ukraine. The people who stayed in our village became like good friends for me, only when they became much older. The stench was an integral participant in all sessions that were held in the lyceum, and for the least, the meetings with them were yellow and brown. All of you, now that you have grown up, have understood everything: marveling at me and my friends, flocking to us, they chanted, in a sing-song voice, foretold their children, why would they look after them so much. The boys from Lvov, Ternopil, Kiev, Poltava gave a piece of their heart to us, our noble children. Now there are no more soldiers in our village, the stench has gone home. I will never forget the years I spent with them. I will always remember the stench in me. And for the same joy of every day, I learn, I hope, and I bow low to our zealots, because I see in the future - I’ll tell you what to do! Honor and glory to all the heroes of my land! Irina Tatarchenko, 14 rokiv Lisichansk Hello! My name is Irina. I was born and grew up in Alchevsk, but the war forced my parents to move to Lysichansk. Now I'm hanging around here. I believe in Ukraine’s victory and that the ZSU leaders will return to their Ukrainian Alchevsk. I dedicate my verse to you, dear one!
