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If you -are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the -country where you are located before using this eBook. -</div> - -<p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Title: The Kobzar of the Ukraine</p> -<p style='display:block; margin-left:2em; text-indent:0; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:1em;'>Being Select Poems of Taras Shevchenko</p> -<p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Author: Taras Shevchenko</p> -<p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Translator: Alexander Jardine Hunter</p> -<p style='display:block; text-indent:0; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: July 9, 2022 [eBook #68486]</p> -<p style='display:block; text-indent:0; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</p> - <p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em; text-align:left'>Produced by: Jeroen Hellingman and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net/ for Project Gutenberg (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive/Canadian Libraries)</p> -<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE KOBZAR OF THE UKRAINE ***</div> -<div class="front"> -<div class="div1 cover"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#toc">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure cover-imagewidth"><img src="images/front.jpg" alt="Original Front Cover." width="470" height="720"></div><p> -</p> -</div> -</div> -<div class="div1 frontispiece"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#toc">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure frontispiecewidth"><img src="images/frontispiece.jpg" alt="Geometric design." width="510" height="679"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e134">[<a href="#xd31e134">1</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div class="div1 frenchtitle"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#toc">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divBody"> -<p class="first center large">THE KOBZAR <br>OF THE UKRAINE -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e141">[<a href="#xd31e141">2</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div class="div1 frontispiece"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#toc">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure portraitwidth"><img src="images/portrait.jpg" alt="Self-portrait of Taras Shevchenko." width="534" height="720"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e148">[<a href="#xd31e148">3</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div class="div1 titlepage"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#toc">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure titlepage-imagewidth"><img src="images/titlepage.png" alt="Original Title Page." width="434" height="720"></div><p> -</p> -</div> -</div> -<div class="titlePage"> -<div class="docTitle"> -<div class="mainTitle">The Kobzar of the Ukraine</div> -</div> -<div class="byline">Being Select Poems of <br><span class="docAuthor">TARAS SHEVCHENKO</span> -<br>Done into English Verse with Biographical Fragments by <br><span class="docAuthor">ALEXANDER JARDINE HUNTER</span> </div> -<div class="docImprint">Printed in Winnipeg. -<br>Published by Dr. A. J. Hunter, <br>Teulon, Man. </div> -</div> -<p><span class="pageNum" id="xd31e175">[<a href="#xd31e175">4</a>]</span></p> -<div class="div1 copyright"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#toc">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divBody"> -<p class="first center small">Copyright, Canada, 1922 <br>by Dr. A. J. Hunter, <br>Teulon, Man. -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e183">[<a href="#xd31e183">5</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="toc" class="div1 contents"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#toc">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">Contents</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"> <span class="tocPageNum">Page</span> -</p> -<p><a href="#introduction" id="xd31e193">Introduction</a> <span class="tocPageNum">9</span> -</p> -<p class="center"><b>POEMS.</b> -</p> -<p>BALLADS: -</p> -<table class="tocList"> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#monk" id="xd31e207">The Monk</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">13</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#hamaleia" id="xd31e214">Hamaleia</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">21</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#taras" id="xd31e221">The Night of Taras</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">30</td> -</tr> -</table><p> -</p> -<p>TALE: -</p> -<table class="tocList"> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#naimechka" id="xd31e232">Naimechka; or The Servant</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">39</td> -</tr> -</table><p> -</p> -<p>SOCIAL AND POLITICAL POETRY: -</p> -<table class="tocList"> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#caucasus" id="xd31e243">Caucasus</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">68</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#dead" id="xd31e250">To the Dead</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">81</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#dream" id="xd31e257">A Dream</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">96</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#bondwoman" id="xd31e264">The Bondwoman’s Dream</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">106</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#sentimental" id="xd31e271">To the Makers of Sentimental Idyls</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">109</td> -</tr> -</table><p> -</p> -<p>POEMS OF EXILE: -</p> -<table class="tocList"> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#exile" id="xd31e282">A Poem of Exile</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">114</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#memories" id="xd31e289">Memories of Freedom</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">120</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#memories2" id="xd31e296">Memories of <span class="corr" id="xd31e298" title="Not in source">an </span>Exile</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">123</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#death" id="xd31e305">Death of the Soul</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">124</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#hymn" id="xd31e312">Hymn of Exile</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">126</td> -</tr> -</table><p> -</p> -<p>RELIGIOUS POEMS: -</p> -<table class="tocList"> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#eleventh" id="xd31e323">On the 11th Psalm</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">130</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#prayer1" id="xd31e330">Prayers</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">132</td> -</tr> -</table><p> -</p> -<p>EARLY POEMS: -</p> -<table class="tocList"> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#mighty" id="xd31e341">Mighty Wind</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">136</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#fairy" id="xd31e348">The Water Fairy</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">138</td> -</tr> -</table><p> -</p> -<p>HUMOROUS AND SATIRICAL: -</p> -<table class="tocList"> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#nuns" id="xd31e359">Hymn of the Nuns</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">140</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#goddess" id="xd31e366">To the Goddess of Fame</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">141</td> -</tr> -</table><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e373">[<a href="#xd31e373">6</a>]</span> -</p> -<p>PREDICTION AND FAREWELL: -</p> -<table class="tocList"> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#iconoclasm" id="xd31e380">Iconoclasm</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">143</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#testament" id="xd31e387">My Testament</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">144</td> -</tr> -</table><p> -</p> -<p class="center"><b>BIOGRAPHICAL FRAGMENTS.</b> -</p> -<table class="tocList"> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#who" id="xd31e400">Who Was Taras Shevchenko</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">11</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#cossacks" id="xd31e407">The Cossacks</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">19</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#kobzars" id="xd31e414">Kobzars</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">29</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#forming" id="xd31e421">The Forming of a Life</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">36</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#legacy" id="xd31e428">A Father’s Legacy</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">67</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#serfdom" id="xd31e435">The Meaning of Serfdom</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">79</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#freedom" id="xd31e442">Freedom and Friends</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">94</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#triumphal" id="xd31e449">A Triumphal March</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">103</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#autocrat" id="xd31e456">Autocrat Versus Poet</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">112</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#siberian" id="xd31e463">Siberian Exile</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">118</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><a href="#returning" id="xd31e470">Returning Home</a> </td> -<td class="tocPageNum">127</td> -</tr> -</table><p> -</p> -<p></p> -<div class="figure p006width"><img src="images/p006.png" alt="House with melon and sunflower in garden." width="284" height="255"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e481">[<a href="#xd31e481">7</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div class="div1 note"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#toc">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">Illustrations</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure o007-1width"><img src="images/o007-1.png" alt="Ornament." width="53" height="33"></div><p> -</p> -<p><i>The decorations and illustrations in this book are meant to show something of Ukrainian -art.</i> -</p> -<p><i>The artistic instincts of the peasant women find satisfaction largely in the working -of embroidery, each district having its own characteristic types of design.</i> -</p> -<p><i>One of Shevchenko’s favorite fancies was to compare his versification to the work -of the girls and women embroidering their designs on their garments. He frequently -speaks of himself as “embroidering verses.”</i> -</p> -<p><i>It is a favorite device of Ukrainian book-makers to decorate their pages with miniature -landscapes and little figures.</i> -</p> -<p><i>The frontispiece of the present work is a picture of Shevchenko in youth from an original -painted by himself. On page 129 we see him as he looked after his return from exile.</i> -</p> -<p></p> -<div class="figure o007-2width"><img src="images/o142.png" alt="Ornament." width="66" height="90"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e508">[<a href="#xd31e508">8</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div class="div1 biography large"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#toc">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">LIFE</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure o008width"><img src="images/o008.png" alt="Ornament: dotted cross." width="54" height="38"></div><p> -</p> -<p>Born 1811, February 26. -</p> -<ul> -<li>24 years a serf, </li> -<li>9 years a freeman, </li> -<li>10 years a prisoner in Siberia, </li> -<li>3 1–2 years under police supervision. </li> -</ul><p> -</p> -<p>Died 1861, February 26. -</p> -<p></p> -<div class="figure p008width"><img src="images/p008.png" alt="Ornament: cither." width="200" height="62"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e529">[<a href="#xd31e529">9</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="introduction" class="div1 introduction"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e193">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<div class="figure"><img src="images/o009.jpg" alt="INTRODUCTION." width="653" height="240"></div> -<h2 class="main">INTRODUCTION.</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"><i>Nearly twenty years ago the translator of these poems was sent by the Presbyterian -church as a medical missionary to a newly settled district in Manitoba. A very large -proportion of the incoming settlers in this district were Ukrainians, indeed it was -largely owing to the interest taken in these newcomers that the writer was sent there.</i> -</p> -<p><i>It was Mr. John Bodrug who first, introduced him to the study of the poems of Shevchenko -and with his help translations of three or four of the poems were made a dozen years -ago. Press of other work prevented the following up of this study till last summer -when with the help of Mr. Sigmund Bychinsky translations were made of the other poems -here given, and considerable time spent in arriving at an understanding of the spirit -of the poems and the nature of the situations described. Then the more formidable -task was approached of trying to carry over not only the thought but something <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e541">[<a href="#xd31e541">10</a>]</span>of the style, spirit and music of the original into the English tongue.</i> -</p> -<p><i>The spirit of Shevchenko was too independent to suffer him to be much bound by narrow -rules of metre and rhyme. The translator has found the same attitude convenient, for -when the versification may be varied as desired it is much easier to preserve the -original thoughts intact.</i> -</p> -<p><i>The writer’s thanks are due for help and advice to Messrs. Arsenych, Woicenko, Rudachek, -Ferley, Sluzar and Stechyshyn and especially to Mrs. Bychinsky and for help with the -manuscript to Miss Sara Livingstone.</i> -</p> -<p class="signed"><i>A. J. H.</i> -</p> -<p></p> -<div class="figure p010width"><img src="images/p010.png" alt="Rural landscape." width="215" height="155"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e557">[<a href="#xd31e557">11</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="who" class="div1 last-child introduction"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e400">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">Who was Taras Shevchenko?</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure o011width"><img src="images/o011.png" alt="Ornament." width="116" height="21"></div><p> -</p> -<p><i>How many English-speaking people have heard of Taras Shevchenko?</i> -</p> -<p><i>What “Uncle Tom’s Cabin” did for the negroes of the United States of America the poems -of Shevchenko did for the serfs of Russia. They aroused the conscience of the Russian -people, and the persecutions suffered by the poet at the hands of the autocracy awakened -their sympathy.</i> -</p> -<p><i>It was two days after the death of Shevchenko that the czar’s ukase appeared granting -freedom to the serfs. Possibly the dying poet knew it was coming and died the happier -on that account.</i> -</p> -<p><i>But in still another way does this man’s figure stand out. In the country called the -Ukraine is a nation of between thirty and forty millions of people, having a language -of their own—the language in which these poems were composed.</i> -</p> -<p><i>This has been, as it were, a nation lost, buried alive one might say, beneath the -power of surrounding empires.</i> -</p> -<p><i>They have a terrible history of oppression, alternating with desperate revolts <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e583">[<a href="#xd31e583">12</a>]</span>against Polish and Muscovite tyranny.</i> -</p> -<p><i>In these poems speaks the struggling soul of a downtrodden people. To our western -folk, reared in happier surroundings there is a bitter tang about some of them, somewhat -like the taste of olives, to which one must grow accustomed. The Slavonic temperament, -too, is given to melancholy and seems to dwell congenially in an atmosphere misty -with tears. But he gravely misreads their literature who fails to perceive the grim -resolve beneath the sorrow.</i> -</p> -<p><i>In the struggle of the Ukrainians for freedom the spirit of this poet, who was born -a serf, remains ever their guiding star.</i> -</p> -<p></p> -<div class="figure p012width"><img src="images/p012.png" alt="Well with bucket." width="205" height="182"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e596">[<a href="#xd31e596">13</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="body"> -<div id="monk" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e207">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">The Monk</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure o013width"><img src="images/o013.png" alt="Ornament." width="91" height="20"></div><p> -</p> -<p><i>It happened sometimes, when a cossack warrior found his energies failing and his joints -growing stiff from much campaigning, he would bethink him of his sins and deeds of -blood.</i> -</p> -<p><i>These things weighing on his mind, he would decide to spend the remainder of his life -in a monastery, but before taking this irrevocable step, he would hold a time of high -revel with his old comrades. This poem pictures such an event.</i> -</p> -<p></p> -<div class="figure p013width"><img src="images/p013.png" alt="Orthodox church with trees." width="260" height="206"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e615">[<a href="#xd31e615">14</a>]</span></p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">At Kiev, in the low countrie, </p> -<p class="line">Things happened once that you’ll never see. </p> -<p class="line">For evermore, ’twas done; </p> -<p class="line">Nevermore, ’twill come. </p> -<p class="line">Yet I, my brother, </p> -<p class="line">Will with hope foregather, </p> -<p class="line">That this again I’ll see, </p> -<p class="line">Though grief it brings to me. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">To Kiev in the low countrie </p> -<p class="line">Came our brotherhood so free. </p> -<p class="line">Nor slave nor lord have they, </p> -<p class="line">But all in noble garb so gay </p> -<p class="line">Came splashing forth in mood full glad </p> -<p class="line">With velvet coats the streets are clad. </p> -<p class="line">They swagger in silken garments pride </p> -<p class="line">And they for no one turn aside. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">In Kiev, in the low countrie, </p> -<p class="line">All the cossacks dance in glee, </p> -<p class="line">Just like water in pails and tubs </p> -<p class="line">Wine pours out ’mid great hubbubs. </p> -<p class="line">Wine cellars and bars </p> -<p class="line in8">with all the barmaids </p> -<p class="line">The cossacks have bought </p> -<p class="line in8">with their wines and meads. </p> -<p class="line">With their heels they stamp </p> -<p class="line in4">And dancing tramp, </p> -<p class="line">While the music roars </p> -<p class="line in4">And joyously soars. </p> -</div> -<p><span class="pageNum" id="xd31e653">[<a href="#xd31e653">15</a>]</span></p> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">The people gaze </p> -<p class="line in8">with gladsome eyes, </p> -<p class="line">While scholars of the cloister schools </p> -<p class="line">All in silence bred by rules, </p> -<p class="line">Look on with wondering surprise. </p> -<p class="line">Unhappy scholars! Were they free, </p> -<p class="line">They would cossacks dancing be. </p> -<p class="line">Who is this by musicians surrounded </p> -<p class="line">To whom the people give fame unbounded? </p> -<p class="line">In trousers of velvet red, </p> -<p class="line">With a coat that sweeps the road </p> -<p class="line">A cossack comes. Let’s weep o’er his years </p> -<p class="line">For what they’ve done is cause for tears. </p> -<p class="line">But there’s life in the old man yet I trust, </p> -<p class="line">For with dancing kicks </p> -<p class="line in8">he spurns the dust. </p> -<p class="line">In his short time left with men to mingle </p> -<p class="line">The cossack sings, </p> -<p class="line in8">this tipsy jingle. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in4">“On the road is a crab, crab, crab. </p> -<p class="line in4">Let us catch it grab, grab, grab. </p> -<p class="line in4">Girls are sewing jab, jab, jab. </p> -<p class="line in4">Let’s dance on trouble, </p> -<p class="line in4">Dance on it double </p> -<p class="line in4">Then on we’ll bubble </p> -<p class="line in4">Already this trouble </p> -<p class="line in4"><span class="corr" id="xd31e694" title="Source: We-ve">We’ve</span> danced on double </p> -<p class="line in4">So let’s dance on trouble. </p> -<p class="line in4">Dance on it double, </p> -<p class="line in4">Then on we’ll bubble.” </p> -</div> -<p><span class="pageNum" id="xd31e703">[<a href="#xd31e703">16</a>]</span></p> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">To the Cloister of our Saviour </p> -<p class="line">Old gray-hair dancing goes. </p> -<p class="line">After him his joyous crowd </p> -<p class="line">And all the folk of Kiev so proud. </p> -<p class="line">Dances he up to the doors— </p> -<p class="line">“Hoo-hoo! Hoo-hoo!” he roars. </p> -<p class="line">Ye holy monks give greeting </p> -<p class="line">A comrade from the prairie meeting. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in4">Opens the sacred door, </p> -<p class="line in4">The Cossack enters in. </p> -<p class="line in4">Again the portal closes </p> -<p class="line in4">To open no more for him. </p> -<p class="line in4">What a man was there </p> -<p class="line in12">this old gray-hair, </p> -<p class="line in4">Who said to the world farewell? </p> -<p class="line in4">’Twas Semon Palee, </p> -<p class="line in12">a cossack free </p> -<p class="line in4">Whom trouble could not quell. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Oh in the East the sun climbs high </p> -<p class="line">And sets again in the western sky. </p> -<p class="line">In narrow cell in monkish gown </p> -<p class="line">Tramps an old man up and down, </p> -<p class="line">Then climbs the highest turret there </p> -<p class="line">To feast his eyes on Kiev so fair. </p> -<p class="line">And sitting on the parapet </p> -<p class="line">He yields a while to fond regret. </p> -<p class="line">Anon he goes to the woodland spring, </p> -<p class="line">The belfry near, where sweet bells ring. </p> -<p class="line">The cooling draught to his mind recalls <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e747">[<a href="#xd31e747">17</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line">How hard was life without the walls. </p> -<p class="line">Again the monk his cell floor paces </p> -<p class="line">’Mid the silent walls his life retraces. </p> -<p class="line">The sacred book he holds in hand </p> -<p class="line">And loudly reads, </p> -<p class="line">The old man’s mind to Cossack land </p> -<p class="line">Swiftly speeds. </p> -<p class="line">Now holy words do fade away, </p> -<p class="line">The monkish cell turns Cossack den, </p> -<p class="line">The glorious brotherhood lives again. </p> -<p class="line">The gray old captain, like an owl </p> -<p class="line">Peers beneath the monkish cowl. </p> -<p class="line">Music, dances, the city’s calls, </p> -<p class="line">Rattling fetters, Moscow’s walls, </p> -<p class="line">O’er woods and snows </p> -<p class="line in8">his eyes can see </p> -<p class="line">The banks of distant Yenisee. </p> -<p class="line">Upon his soul deep gloom has crept </p> -<p class="line">And thus the monk in sadness wept. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in4">Down, Down! Bow thy head; </p> -<p class="line in4">On thy fleshly cravings tread. </p> -<p class="line in4">In the sacred writings read </p> -<p class="line in4">Read, read, to the bell give heed, </p> -<p class="line in4">Thy heart too long has ruled thee, </p> -<p class="line in4">All thy life it’s fooled thee. </p> -<p class="line in4">Thy heart to exile led thee, </p> -<p class="line in4">Now let it silent be. </p> -<p class="line in4">As all things pass away, </p> -<p class="line in4">So thou shalt pass away. <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e792">[<a href="#xd31e792">18</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line in4">Thus may’st thou know thy lot, </p> -<p class="line in4">Mankind remembers not. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Though groans the old man’s sadness tell. </p> -<p class="line">Upon his book he quickly fell, </p> -<p class="line">And tramped and tramped about his cell. </p> -<p class="line">He sits again in mood forlorn </p> -<p class="line">Wonders why he e’er was born. </p> -<p class="line">One thing alone he fain would tell. </p> -<p class="line">He loves his Ukraina well. </p> -<p class="line in8">For Matins now </p> -<p class="line in14">the great bell booms. </p> -<p class="line in8">The aged monk </p> -<p class="line in14">his cowl resumes. </p> -<p class="line in8">For Ukraina now to pray </p> -<p class="line in8">My good old Palee limps away. </p> -</div> -</div> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure p018width"><img src="images/p018.png" alt="Standing Cossack with long rifle." width="228" height="377"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e825">[<a href="#xd31e825">19</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="cossacks" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e407">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">The Cossacks</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure o019width"><img src="images/o013.png" alt="Ornament." width="91" height="20"></div><p> -</p> -<p><i>Back somewhere in the middle distance of European history—when the Ukraine was under -Polish rule, though ever harrassed by the devastating raids of Turks and Tartars—there -developed bands of guerilla fighters in the wild border-land beyond the rapids of -the Dnieper.</i> -</p> -<p><i>Sometimes fighting against the Tartars, sometimes in alliance with them, they became -known by the name ‘Kazak,’ a word of uncertain origin.</i> -</p> -<p><i>Fierce banditti they were, many of them serfs who had run away from their Polish masters. -But they often developed great military power. At times the Poles succeeded in securing -numbers of them as fighters in their army, but when the tyranny of the Polish landlords -became intolerable the so-called “Registered Cossacks” would sometimes join with the -“Free Cossacks” of the “border land”—which is the meaning of the word “Ukraine,” and -exact terrible vengeance on the Poles.</i> -</p> -<p><i>The story of these warlike deeds of the Cossacks has the same significance to the -Ukrainian people that the tales of Wallace and Bruce have for Scotchmen.</i> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e845">[<a href="#xd31e845">20</a>]</span> -</p> -<div class="figure p020width"><img src="images/p020.jpg" alt="Cossacks Dictating a Saucy Letter to the Turkish Sultan." width="720" height="423"><p class="figureHead">Cossacks Dictating a Saucy Letter to the Turkish Sultan.</p> -</div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e850">[<a href="#xd31e850">21</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="hamaleia" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e214">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">Hamaleia</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"><i>Hamaleia is an historical romance. The poet represents one of the excursions of the -Zaparoggian Cossacks under the <span class="corr" id="xd31e857" title="Source: leader-">leadership</span> of Hamaleia on Skutari, the Turkish city on the <span class="corr" id="xd31e860" title="Source: Bosphorns">Bosphorus</span>. The Cossacks saved western Europe from the Tartar and Turkish invasions, by fighting -the invaders in the land of the barbarian. The poem describes one of these excursions -where the Cossacks animated by the desire of revenging themselves on the Turks and -freeing their brothers who were lying as captives in Turkish prisons, undertake a -perilous trip in small wooden boats over the stormy Black Sea to Skutari, open the -prisons, burn the city, and return home with rich spoils and their freed brethren.</i> -</p> -<p></p> -<div class="figure p021width"><img src="images/p021.png" alt="Farmer’s couple at fence." width="178" height="142"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e868">[<a href="#xd31e868">22</a>]</span></p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in2">“Oh breeze there is none, </p> -<p class="line in2">Nor do the waters run </p> -<p class="line in2">From our Ukraina’s land. </p> -<p class="line in2">Perhaps, in council there they stand, </p> -<p class="line in2">To march against the Turk demand. </p> -<p class="line in2">We hear not in this foreign land. </p> -<p class="line in2">Blow winds, blow across the sea, </p> -<p class="line in2">Bring tidings of our land so free, </p> -<p class="line in2">Come from Dnieper’s Delta low, </p> -<p class="line in2">Dry our tears and chase away our woe. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in2">Roar in play thou sea so blue. </p> -<p class="line in2">In yon boats are Cossacks true, </p> -<p class="line in2">Their caps above are dimly seen. </p> -<p class="line in2">Rescue for us this may mean. </p> -<p class="line in2">Once more we’ll hear Ukraina’s story. </p> -<p class="line in2">Once more the ancient Cossack glory </p> -<p class="line in2">We’ll hear before we die.” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">So in Skutari the Cossacks sang, </p> -<p class="line">Their tears rolled down, their wailing rang </p> -<p class="line">Bosphorus groaned at the Cossack cry. </p> -<p class="line">And then he raised his waves on high. </p> -<p class="line">And shivering like a great grey bull, </p> -<p class="line">His waters roaring far and full </p> -<p class="line">Into the Black Sea’s ribs were hurled. </p> -<p class="line">The sea sent on great Bosphorus’ cry, </p> -<p class="line">To where the sands of the Delta lie, </p> -<p class="line">And then the waters of Dnieper pale </p> -<p class="line">In turn took up the mournful tale. </p> -</div> -<p><span class="pageNum" id="xd31e918">[<a href="#xd31e918">23</a>]</span></p> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">The father Dnieper rears his crest, </p> -<p class="line">Shakes the foam from off his breast. </p> -<p class="line">With laughter now aloud he calls </p> -<p class="line">To spirits of the forest walls. </p> -<p class="line">“Hortessa sister river, deep, </p> -<p class="line">Time it is to wake from sleep. </p> -<p class="line">Brother forest, sister river, </p> -<p class="line">Come our children to deliver.” </p> -<p class="line">And now the Dnieper is clad with boats, </p> -<p class="line">The Cossack song o’er the water floats. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in6">“In Turkey over there, </p> -<p class="line in6">Are wealth and riches rare. </p> -<p class="line in6">Hey, hey, blue sea play. </p> -<p class="line in6">Then roar upon the shore, </p> -<p class="line in6">Bringing with you guests so gay. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in6">“This Turkey has in her pockets </p> -<p class="line in6">Dollars and ducats. </p> -<p class="line in6">We don’t come pockets to pick, </p> -<p class="line in6">Fire and sword will do the trick. </p> -<p class="line in6">We mean to free our brothers. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in6">“There the janissary crouches, </p> -<p class="line in6">There are pashas on soft couches. </p> -<p class="line in6">Hey-ho, foemen ware, </p> -<p class="line in6">For nothing do we care, </p> -<p class="line in6">Ours are liberty and glory.” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in4">On they sail a-singing </p> -<p class="line in4">The sea to the wind gives heed, <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e968">[<a href="#xd31e968">24</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line in4">In foremost boat the helm a-guiding, </p> -<p class="line in4">Brave Hamaleia takes the lead. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in4">“Oh, Hamaleia, our hearts are fainting, </p> -<p class="line in4">Behold the sea in madness raving.” </p> -<p class="line in4">“Don’t fear,” he says, “these spurting fountains, </p> -<p class="line in4">We’ll hide behind the water mountains.” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">All slumber in the harem, </p> -<p class="line">Byzantium’s paradise. </p> -<p class="line">Skutari sleeps, but Bosphorus </p> -<p class="line">In madness shouts, “Arise! </p> -<p class="line">Awake Byzantium!” it roars and groans. </p> -<p class="line">“Awake them not, Oh Bosphorus.” </p> -<p class="line">Replies the sea in thunder tones. </p> -<p class="line">“If thou dost I’ll fill thy ribs with sand, </p> -<p class="line">Bury thee in mud, change thee to solid land. </p> -<p class="line">Perhaps thou knowest not the guest </p> -<p class="line">I bring to break the sultan’s rest.” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">So the sea insisted, </p> -<p class="line">For he loved the brave Slavonic band; </p> -<p class="line">And Bosphorus desisted, </p> -<p class="line">While in slumber lay the Turkish land. </p> -<p class="line">The lazy Sultan in his harem slept, </p> -<p class="line">But only in Skutari the weary pris’ners wept. </p> -<p class="line">For something are they waiting, </p> -<p class="line">To God from dungeon praying, </p> -<p class="line">While the waves go roaring by. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">“Oh, loved God of Ukraine’s land, </p> -<p class="line">To us in prison stretch thy hand; <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e1010">[<a href="#xd31e1010">25</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line">Slaves are we a Cossack band. </p> -<p class="line">Shame it is now in truth to say, </p> -<p class="line">Shame it will be at <span class="corr" id="xd31e1016" title="Source: judgement">judgment</span> day </p> -<p class="line">For us from foreign tomb to rise, </p> -<p class="line">And at thy court, to the world’s surprise </p> -<p class="line">Show Cossack hands in chains.” </p> -<p class="line in14">“Strike and kill, </p> -<p class="line">Now the infidels will get their fill </p> -<p class="line">Death to the unbelievers all.” </p> -<p class="line">How they scream beyond the wall! </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">They’ve heard of Hamaleia’s fame, </p> -<p class="line">Skutari maddens at his name. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">“Strike on,” he shouts, “kill and slay </p> -<p class="line">To the castle break your way.” </p> -<p class="line">All the guns of Skutari roar </p> -<p class="line">The foes in frenzy onward pour, </p> -<p class="line">The cossacks rush with panting breath </p> -<p class="line">The janissaries fall in death. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in4">Hamaleia in Skutari </p> -<p class="line in4">Dances through the flames in glee. </p> -<p class="line in4">To the jail his way he makes, </p> -<p class="line in4">Through the prison doors he breaks. </p> -<p class="line in4">Off the feet the fetters takes. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in4">“Fly away my birds so gray, </p> -<p class="line in4">In the town to share the prey.” </p> -<p class="line in4">But the falcons trembled </p> -<p class="line in4">Nor their fears dessembled <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e1058">[<a href="#xd31e1058">26</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line in4">So long they had not heard </p> -<p class="line in4">A single christian word. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in4">Night herself was frightened. </p> -<p class="line in4">No flames her darkness lightened. </p> -<p class="line in4">The old mother could not see </p> -<p class="line in4">How the Cossacks pay their fee. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in4">“Fear not! Look ahead, </p> -<p class="line in4">To the Cossack banquet spread. </p> -<p class="line in4">Dark over all, like a common day, </p> -<p class="line in4">And this no little holiday.” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in4">“No sneak thieves with Hamaleia, </p> -<p class="line in4">To eat their bacon silently </p> -<p class="line in4">Without a frying pan.” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in4">“Let’s have a light,” </p> -<p class="line in4">Now burning bright </p> -<p class="line in4">To heaven flames Skutari, </p> -<p class="line in4">With all its ruined navy. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Byzantium awakes, its eyes it opens wide </p> -<p class="line">With grinding teeth hastes to its </p> -<p class="line in8">comrade’s side, </p> -<p class="line">Byzantium roars and rages, </p> -<p class="line">With hands to the shore it reaches, </p> -<p class="line">From waters gasping strives to rise, </p> -<p class="line">And then with sword in heart it dies. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">With fires of hell Skutari’s burning, </p> -<p class="line">Bazaars with streams of blood are churning <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e1112">[<a href="#xd31e1112">27</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line">Broad Bosphorus pours in its waves. </p> -<p class="line">Like blackbirds in a bush </p> -<p class="line">The Cossacks fiercely rush. </p> -<p class="line">No living soul escapes. </p> -<p class="line">Untouched by fire, </p> -<p class="line">They the walls down tear, </p> -<p class="line">Silver and gold in their caps they bear, </p> -<p class="line">And load their boats with riches rare. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Burns Skutari, ends the fray, </p> -<p class="line">The warriors gather and come away, </p> -<p class="line">Their pipes with burning cinders light, </p> -<p class="line">And row their boats through waves flame </p> -<p class="line in8">bright. </p> -</div> -</div> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure p027width"><img src="images/p027.png" alt="Three persons resting in field." width="293" height="152"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e1133">[<a href="#xd31e1133">28</a>]</span> -</p> -<p></p> -<div class="figure p028width"><img src="images/p028.jpg" alt="A kobzar sitting in a field while playing cither." width="720" height="453"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e1139">[<a href="#xd31e1139">29</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="kobzars" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e414">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">Kobzars</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"><i>These are the wandering minstrels of the Ukraine.</i> -</p> -<p><i>They play on an instrument called the Kobza which somewhat resembles a mandolin. Often -in former days they were old prisoners of war—too old to work—so their Turkish captors -first blinded them and then set them at liberty.</i> -</p> -<p><i>Wandering among the villages, guided by some little boy, they earned their bread by -singing folk-songs and hero-tales to the accompaniment of the Kobza.</i> -</p> -<p><i>Shevchenko published his book of poems with the title “Kobzar.”</i> -</p> -<p></p> -<div class="figure p029width"><img src="images/p029.png" alt="Blind man guided by a boy." width="241" height="193"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e1159">[<a href="#xd31e1159">30</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="taras" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e221">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<div class="figure"><img src="images/o030.png" alt="The Night of Taras" width="626" height="154"></div> -<h2 class="main">The Night of Taras</h2> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">By the road the Kobzar sat </p> -<p class="line">And on his kobza played. </p> -<p class="line">Around him youths and maidens </p> -<p class="line">Like poppy flowers arrayed. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">So the Kobzar played and sang </p> -<p class="line">Of many an old old story; </p> -<p class="line">Of wars with Russian, Pole and Tartar </p> -<p class="line">And the ancient Cossack glory. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">He sang of the wars of Taras brave, </p> -<p class="line">Of battle fought in the morning early, </p> -<p class="line">Of the fallen Cossack’s grass-grown grave </p> -<p class="line">Till smiles and tears did mingle fairly. </p> -</div> -<hr class="tb"> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">“Once on a time the Hetmans ruled, </p> -<p class="line in4">It comes not back again; </p> -<p class="line">In olden days we masters were </p> -<p class="line in4">This never comes again. </p> -<p class="line">These glories of old Cossack lore </p> -<p class="line">Shall be forgotten nevermore. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in4">Ukraine, Ukraine! </p> -<p class="line in4">Mother mine. Mother mine! <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e1195">[<a href="#xd31e1195">31</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line in4">When I remember thee </p> -<p class="line in4">How mournful should I be. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">What has come of our Cossacks bold </p> -<p class="line in4">With coats of velvet red? </p> -<p class="line">What of freedom by fate foretold, </p> -<p class="line in4">And banners the Hetmans led? </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in4">Whither is it gone? </p> -<p class="line in4">In flames it went: </p> -<p class="line">O’er hills and tombs, </p> -<p class="line in4">The floods were sent. </p> -<p class="line">The hills are wrapt </p> -<p class="line in6">in silence grim, </p> -<p class="line">On boundless sea </p> -<p class="line in6">waves ever play; </p> -<p class="line">The tombs gleam forth </p> -<p class="line in6">with sadness dim; </p> -<p class="line">O’er all the land </p> -<p class="line in6">the foe holds sway. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Play on, oh sea, </p> -<p class="line in4">Hills silent be: </p> -<p class="line">Dance, mighty wind, </p> -<p class="line in4">O’er all the land. </p> -<p class="line">Weep, Cossack youth, </p> -<p class="line in4">Your fate withstand. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Now who shall our adviser be? </p> -<p class="line">Then out spake Naleweiko, </p> -<p class="line">A Cossack bold was he, </p> -<p class="line">After him Paulioha </p> -<p class="line">Like falcon swift did flee<span class="corr" id="xd31e1246" title="Not in source">.</span> </p> -</div> -<p><span class="pageNum" id="xd31e1248">[<a href="#xd31e1248">32</a>]</span></p> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Out spake Taras Traselo </p> -<p class="line">With bitter words and true, </p> -<p class="line">“That they trampled on Ukraina </p> -<p class="line">For sure the Poles shall rue.” </p> -<p class="line">Out spake Taras Traselo, </p> -<p class="line">Out spake the eagle grey. </p> -<p class="line">Rescue for the faith he wrought, </p> -<p class="line">Well indeed the Poles he taught. </p> -<p class="line">“Let’s make an end of our woe. </p> -<p class="line">An end come now to your woe, </p> -<p class="line">Arise, my gentle comrades, all </p> -<p class="line">Upon the Poles with blows we’ll fall.” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Three days of war </p> -<p class="line in8">did the land deliver. </p> -<p class="line">From the Delta’s shore </p> -<p class="line in8">to Trubail’s river. </p> -<p class="line">The fields are covered </p> -<p class="line in8">with dead, in course, </p> -<p class="line">But weary now </p> -<p class="line in8">is the Cossack force. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Now the dirty Polish ruler </p> -<p class="line">Was feeling very jolly, </p> -<p class="line">Gathered all his lords together, </p> -<p class="line">For a time of feast and folly. </p> -<p class="line">Taras did his Cossacks gather </p> -<p class="line">To have a little talk together. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in4">“Captains and comrades, </p> -<p class="line">My children and brothers, <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e1289">[<a href="#xd31e1289">33</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line">What are we now to do? </p> -<p class="line">Our hated foes are feasting, </p> -<p class="line">I want advice from you.” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">“Let them feast away, </p> -<p class="line in4">It’s fine for their health. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">When the sun descends, </p> -<p class="line">Old night her counsel lends; </p> -<p class="line">The Cossacks’ll catch them, </p> -<p class="line in6">and all of their wealth.” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">The sun reclined beyond the hill </p> -<p class="line">The stars shone out in silence still, </p> -<p class="line">Around the Poles the Cossack host </p> -<p class="line">Was gathering like a cloud; </p> -<p class="line">So soon the moon stood in the sky </p> -<p class="line">When roared the cannon loud. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Woke up the Polish lordlings, </p> -<p class="line">To run they found no place. </p> -<p class="line">Woke up the Polish lordlings, </p> -<p class="line">The foe they could not face. </p> -<p class="line">The sun beheld the Polish lordlings, </p> -<p class="line">In heaps all o’er the place. </p> -<p class="line">With red serpent on the water, </p> -<p class="line">River Alta brings the word— </p> -<p class="line">That black vultures after slaughter </p> -<p class="line">May feast on many a Polish lord. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">And now the vultures hasten </p> -<p class="line">The mighty dead to waken<span class="corr" id="xd31e1326" title="Not in source">.</span> <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e1328">[<a href="#xd31e1328">34</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line">Together the Cossacks gather </p> -<p class="line">Praise to God to offer. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">While black vultures scream, </p> -<p class="line">O’er the corpses fight. </p> -<p class="line">Then the Cossacks sing </p> -<p class="line">A hymn to the night; </p> -<p class="line">That night of famous story </p> -<p class="line">Full of blood and glory. </p> -<p class="line">That night that put the Poles to sleep </p> -<p class="line">The while on them their foes did creep. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Beyond the stream </p> -<p class="line in8">in open field </p> -<p class="line">A burial mound </p> -<p class="line in8">gleams darkly: </p> -<p class="line">Where the Cossack blood was shed </p> -<p class="line">There grows the grass full greenly. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">On the tomb a raven sits: </p> -<p class="line">With hunger sore he’s screaming. </p> -<p class="line">Waiting near a Cossack weeps: </p> -<p class="line">Of days of old he’s dreaming.” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">The Kobzar ceased in sadness </p> -<p class="line">His hands would no longer play: </p> -<p class="line">Around him youths and maidens </p> -<p class="line">Were wiping the tears away. </p> -<p class="line">By the path the Kobzar makes his way, </p> -<p class="line">To get rid of his grief he starts to play. </p> -<p class="line">And now the youngsters are dancing gay, </p> -<p class="line">And then he <span class="sic" title="Correction: opens">opes</span> his lips to say: </p> -</div> -<p><span class="pageNum" id="xd31e1369">[<a href="#xd31e1369">35</a>]</span></p> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">“Skip off, my children, </p> -<p class="line">To some nice warm corner, </p> -<p class="line">Of griefs enough; </p> -<p class="line">I’ll no longer be mourner. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">To the bar I’ll go </p> -<p class="line in8">and find my good wife </p> -<p class="line">And there we’ll have </p> -<p class="line in8">the time of our life. </p> -<p class="line">For so we’ll drink away our woes </p> -<p class="line">And make no end of fun of our foes.” </p> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure p035width"><img src="images/p035.png" alt="Magpie." width="489" height="341"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e1388">[<a href="#xd31e1388">36</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="forming" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e421">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<div class="figure"><img src="images/o103.png" alt="The Forming of a Life" width="615" height="159"></div> -<h2 class="main">The Forming of a Life</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"><i>The little Taras was born a serf. His first memories are of a mother’s love, of the -kindness of an elder sister, and like a musical undertone to all his life—the consciousness -of the wonderful beauty of Nature.</i> -</p> -<p><i>But soon another power of hideous aspect laid its grasp on the childish soul. It was -the knowledge of slavery, a grim and horrible thing that was slowly but surely grinding -out the lives of his parents, and that would surely, later, reach out for his own.</i> -</p> -<p><i>Yet even the system of serfdom may allow a little happiness to a child, still too -young to work.</i> -</p> -<p><i>The little boy had been told that beyond the distant hills were iron pillars holding -up the sky. At five years of age he set out to find these pillars. Some teamsters -found him wandering on the steppe and brought him back to his home. But this incident -marked the character of the boy as an idealist and a dreamer.</i> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e1405">[<a href="#xd31e1405">37</a>]</span></p> -<p><i>Then there was Grandfather John, the brave old man who, half a century before, had -fought in the ranks of the Haidemaki who so nearly broke the Polish power. On a Sunday -the wondering family would listen to the mighty voice ringing out in the little home—telling -of ancient battles for freedom.</i> -</p> -<p><i>When Taras was seven years of age he lost his mother. His father was left with six -children, and thought to improve matters by marrying a widow with three. Thereafter -the miseries increased for little Taras who was hated by his stepmother.</i> -</p> -<p><i>The father lived a few years longer, and to him Taras owed the knowledge of reading, -for though they were serfs and lived in a wretched hovel, the Shevchenko’s prided -themselves on having retained some elements of culture.</i> -</p> -<p><i>Our little hero, however, had a strange passion for drawing and painting and also -for singing, and found some employment among the drunken painters, and church-singers -of the village.</i> -</p> -<p><i>Later his master tried to make him work, but found the lad hopeless for anything but -his beloved painting. Finally, he reached Petrograd in the suite of his master’s son, -where he was apprenticed to a decorator.</i> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e1421">[<a href="#xd31e1421">38</a>]</span></p> -<p><i>A famous man came upon a ragged boy sitting on a pail, in the Royal Gardens, in the -moonlight, drawing a picture of a statue there. This was the beginning of a period -of good fortune. The lad was introduced to some of the great men of the capital. His -genius was recognized. A famous painter painted a picture that was raffled off for -sufficient money to purchase the boy’s freedom, and he was entered as a student in -the Academy.</i> -</p> -<p></p> -<div class="figure p038width"><img src="images/p038.png" alt="Old man and boy sitting." width="324" height="357"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e1430">[<a href="#xd31e1430">39</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="naimechka" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e232">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<div class="figure"><img src="images/o079.png" alt="Naimechka or The Servant" width="631" height="175"></div> -<h2 class="main">Naimechka or The Servant</h2> -<div class="lgouter"> -<h4>Prologue.</h4> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">On a Sunday, very early, </p> -<p class="line">When fields were clad with mist </p> -<p class="line">A woman’s form was bending </p> -<p class="line">’Mid graves by cloud wreaths kissed. </p> -<p class="line">Something to her heart she pressed, </p> -<p class="line">In accents low the clouds addressed. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">“Oh, you mist and raindrops fine, </p> -<p class="line">Pity this ragged luck of mine. </p> -<p class="line">Hide me here in grassy meadows, </p> -<p class="line">Bury me beneath thy shadows. </p> -<p class="line">Why must I ’mid sorrows stray? </p> -<p class="line">Pray take them with my life away. </p> -<p class="line">In gloomy death would be relief, </p> -<p class="line">Where none might know or see my grief. </p> -<p class="line">Yet not alone my life was spent, </p> -<p class="line">A father and mother my sin lament. </p> -<p class="line">Nor yet alone is my course to run </p> -<p class="line">For in my arms is my little son. </p> -<p class="line">Shall I, then, give to him christian name, </p> -<p class="line">To poverty bind, with his mother’s shame? <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e1461">[<a href="#xd31e1461">40</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line">This, brother mist, I shall not do. </p> -<p class="line">I alone my fault must rue. </p> -<p class="line">Thee, sweet son, shall strangers christen, </p> -<p class="line">Thy mother’s eyes with teardrops glisten. </p> -<p class="line">Thy very name I may not know </p> -<p class="line">As on through life I lonely go. </p> -<p class="line">I, by my sin, rich fortune lost, </p> -<p class="line">With thee, my son, to ill fate, was tossed. </p> -<p class="line">Yet curse me not, </p> -<p class="line in8">for evils past. </p> -<p class="line">My prayers to heaven </p> -<p class="line in8">shall reach at last. </p> -<p class="line">The skies above </p> -<p class="line in8">to my tears shall bend, </p> -<p class="line">Another fortune to thee I’ll send.” </p> -<p class="line">Through the fields she sobbing went. </p> -<p class="line">The gentle mist </p> -<p class="line in8">its shelter lent. </p> -<p class="line">Her tears were falling </p> -<p class="line in8">the path along, </p> -<p class="line">As she softly sang </p> -<p class="line in8">the widows song: </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">“Oh, in the field there is a grave </p> -<p class="line">Where the shining grasses wave; </p> -<p class="line">There the widow walked apart, </p> -<p class="line">Bitter sorrow in her heart. </p> -<p class="line">Poison herbs in vain she sought, </p> -<p class="line">Whereby evil spells are wrought. </p> -<p class="line">Two little sons </p> -<p class="line in8">in arms she bore <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e1503">[<a href="#xd31e1503">41</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line">Wrapped around in </p> -<p class="line in8">dress she wore; </p> -<p class="line">Her children to the river carried, </p> -<p class="line">In converse with the water tarried; </p> -<p class="line">‘Oh, river Dunai, gentle river, </p> -<p class="line">I my sons to thee deliver, </p> -<p class="line">Thou’lt swaddle them </p> -<p class="line in8">and wrap them, </p> -<p class="line">Thy little waves </p> -<p class="line in8">will lap them, </p> -<p class="line">Thy yellow sands </p> -<p class="line in8">will cherish them, </p> -<p class="line">Thy flowing waters </p> -<p class="line in8">nourish them.’ </p> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure o041width"><img src="images/o041.png" alt="Ornament." width="93" height="161"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e1529">[<a href="#xd31e1529">42</a>]</span> -</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<h4>I.</h4> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">All by themselves lived </p> -<p class="line in12">an old couple fond </p> -<p class="line">In a nice little grove </p> -<p class="line in8">just by a millpond. </p> -<p class="line">Like birds of a feather </p> -<p class="line">Just always together, </p> -<p class="line">From childhood the two of them </p> -<p class="line in8">fed sheep together, </p> -<p class="line">Got married, got wealthy, </p> -<p class="line in8">got houses and lands, </p> -<p class="line">Got a beautiful garden </p> -<p class="line in8">just where the mill stands, </p> -<p class="line">An apiary full </p> -<p class="line in8">of <span class="corr" id="xd31e1555" title="Source: behives">beehives</span> like boulders. </p> -<p class="line">Yet no children were theirs, </p> -<p class="line in8">and death at their shoulders. </p> -<p class="line">Who will cheer their passing years? </p> -<p class="line">Who will soothe their mortal fears? </p> -<p class="line">Who will guard their gathered treasure. </p> -<p class="line">In loyal service find his pleasure? </p> -<p class="line">Who will be their faithful son </p> -<p class="line">When low their sands of life do run? </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Hard it is a child to rear, </p> -<p class="line">In roofless house ’mid want and fear. </p> -<p class="line">Yet just as hard ’mid gathered wealth, </p> -<p class="line">When death creeps on with crafty stealth, </p> -<p class="line">And one’s treasures good </p> -<p class="line in6">At end of life’s wandering, </p> -<p class="line">Are for strangers rude </p> -<p class="line in6">For mocking and squandering. </p> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pageNum" id="xd31e1578">[<a href="#xd31e1578">44</a>]</span></p> -<p></p> -<div class="figure p044width"><img src="images/p044.jpg" alt="Rustic house with pond in front." width="646" height="464"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e1583">[<a href="#xd31e1583">43</a>]</span> -</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<h4>II.</h4> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">One fine Sunday, </p> -<p class="line in8">in the bright sunlight, </p> -<p class="line">All dressed up </p> -<p class="line in8">in blouses white, </p> -<p class="line">The old folks sat </p> -<p class="line in8">on the bench by the door; </p> -<p class="line">No cloud in sky, </p> -<p class="line in8">What could they ask more? </p> -<p class="line">All peace and love </p> -<p class="line in8">it seemed like Eden. </p> -<p class="line">Yet angels above </p> -<p class="line in8">their hearts might read in, </p> -<p class="line">A hidden sorrow, </p> -<p class="line in8">a gloomy mood </p> -<p class="line">Like lurking beast </p> -<p class="line in8">in darksome wood. </p> -<p class="line">In such a heaven </p> -<p class="line in8">Oh, do you see </p> -<p class="line">Whatever could </p> -<p class="line in8">the trouble be? </p> -<p class="line">I wonder now </p> -<p class="line in8">what ancient sorrow </p> -<p class="line">Suddenly sprang </p> -<p class="line in8">into their morrow. </p> -<p class="line">Was it quarrel </p> -<p class="line in8">of yesterday </p> -<p class="line">Choked off, then </p> -<p class="line in8">revived today, </p> -<p class="line">Or yet some newly sprouted ire </p> -<p class="line">Arisen to set their heaven on fire? </p> -</div> -<p><span class="pageNum" id="xd31e1634">[<a href="#xd31e1634">45</a>]</span></p> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Perchance they’re called to go to God, </p> -<p class="line">Nor longer dwell on earth’s green sod. </p> -<p class="line">Then who for them on that far way </p> -<p class="line">Horses and chariot shall array? </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">“Anastasia, wife of mine, </p> -<p class="line">Soon will come our fatal day, </p> -<p class="line">Who will lay our bones away?” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in8">“God only knows. </p> -<p class="line">With me always was that thought </p> -<p class="line">Which gloom into my heart has brought. </p> -<p class="line">Together in years and failing health, </p> -<p class="line">For what have we gathered </p> -<p class="line in8">all this wealth?” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in8">“Hold a minute, </p> -<p class="line">Hearest thou? Something cries </p> -<p class="line">Beyond the gate—’tis like a child. </p> -<p class="line">Let’s run! See’st ought? </p> -<p class="line">I thought something was there.” </p> -<p class="line">Together they sprang </p> -<p class="line">And to the gate running; </p> -<p class="line">Then stopped in silence wondering. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Before the stile </p> -<p class="line in12">a swaddled child, </p> -<p class="line">Not bound tightly, </p> -<p class="line in12">just wrapped lightly, </p> -<p class="line">For it was </p> -<p class="line in12">in summer mild, <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e1673">[<a href="#xd31e1673">46</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line">And the mother </p> -<p class="line in12">with fond caress </p> -<p class="line">Had covered it </p> -<p class="line in12">with her own last dress<span class="corr" id="xd31e1681" title="Not in source">.</span> </p> -<p class="line">In wondering prayer </p> -<p class="line in12">stood our fond old pair. </p> -<p class="line">The little thing </p> -<p class="line in12">just seemed to plead. </p> -<p class="line">In little arms </p> -<p class="line in12">stretched out you’ld read </p> -<p class="line">Its prayer,— </p> -<p class="line in12">in silence all. </p> -<p class="line">No crying—just a little breath its call. </p> -<p class="line in8">“See, ’Stasia! </p> -<p class="line">What did I tell thee? </p> -<p class="line">Here is fortune and fate for us; </p> -<p class="line">No longer dwell we in loneliness. </p> -<p class="line">Take it </p> -<p class="line in12">and dress it. </p> -<p class="line">Look at it! </p> -<p class="line in12">Bless it! </p> -<p class="line">Quick, bear it inside, </p> -<p class="line">To the village I’ll ride. </p> -<p class="line">Its ours to baptize, </p> -<p class="line">God-parents we need for our prize.” </p> -<p class="line in4">In this world </p> -<p class="line in16">things strangely run. </p> -<p class="line in4">There’s a fellow </p> -<p class="line in16">that curses his son, </p> -<p class="line in4">Chases him away from home, </p> -<p class="line in4">Into lonely lands to roam, <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e1726">[<a href="#xd31e1726">47</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line">While other poor creatures, </p> -<p class="line">With sorrowful features, </p> -<p class="line">With sweat of their toiling </p> -<p class="line">Must much money earn; </p> -<p class="line">The wage of their moiling </p> -<p class="line">Candles to burn. </p> -<p class="line">Prayers to repeat, </p> -<p class="line">The saints to entreat; </p> -<p class="line">For children are none. </p> -<p class="line">This world is no fun </p> -<p class="line">The way things run. </p> -</div> -</div> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure p047width"><img src="images/p047.jpg" alt="Tree and leaves." width="290" height="602"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e1744">[<a href="#xd31e1744">48</a>]</span> -</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<h4>III.</h4> -<p class="line">Their joys do now such numbers reach </p> -<p class="line">God fathers and mothers </p> -<p class="line">’Mid lots of others </p> -<p class="line">Behold they have gathered </p> -<p class="line">Three pairs of each. </p> -<p class="line">At even they christen him, </p> -<p class="line">And Mark is the name of him. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in4">So Mark grows, </p> -<p class="line in4">And so it goes. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">For the dear old folk it is no joke, </p> -<p class="line">For they don’t know where to go, </p> -<p class="line">Where to set him, when to pet him. </p> -<p class="line">But the year goes and still Mark grows. </p> -<p class="line">Yet they care for him, you’d scarce tell how, </p> -<p class="line">Just as he were a good milk-cow. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">And now a woman young and bright, </p> -<p class="line">With eyebrows dark and skin so white, </p> -<p class="line">Comes into this blessed place, </p> -<p class="line">For servant’s task she asks with grace. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">“What, what— </p> -<p class="line in8">say we’ll take her ’Stasia.” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">“We’ll take her, Trophimus. </p> -<p class="line">We are old and little wearies us; <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e1781">[<a href="#xd31e1781">49</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line">He’s almost grown within a year, </p> -<p class="line">But yet he’ll need more care, I fear.” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">“Truly he’ll need care, </p> -<p class="line">And now, praise God, I’ve done my share. </p> -<p class="line">My knees are failing, so now </p> -<p class="line">You poor thing, tell us your wage, </p> -<p class="line">It is by the year or how?” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">“What ever you like to give.” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">“No, no, it’s needful to know, </p> -<p class="line">It’s needful, my daughter, </p> -<p class="line in10">to count one’s wage. </p> -<p class="line">This you must learn, count what you earn. </p> -<p class="line">This is the proverb— </p> -<p class="line">Who counts not his money </p> -<p class="line">Hasn’t got any. </p> -<p class="line">But, child, how will this do? </p> -<p class="line">You don’t know us, </p> -<p class="line in10">We don’t know you. </p> -<p class="line">You’ll stay with us a few days, </p> -<p class="line">Get acquainted with our ways; </p> -<p class="line">We’ll see you day by day, </p> -<p class="line">Bye and bye we’ll talk of pay. </p> -<p class="line">Is it so, daughter?” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">“Very good, uncle.” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">“We invite you into the house.” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">And so they to agreement came. </p> -<p class="line">The young woman seemed always the same, <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e1821">[<a href="#xd31e1821">50</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line">Cheerful and happy as she’d married a lord </p> -<p class="line">Who’d buy up villages just at her word. </p> -<p class="line">She in the house and out doth work </p> -<p class="line">From morning light to evening’s mirk. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">And yet the child is her special care; </p> -<p class="line">Whatever befalls, she’s the mother there. </p> -<p class="line">Nor Monday nor Sunday this mother misses </p> -<p class="line">To give its bath and its white dresses. </p> -<p class="line">She plays and sings, makes <span class="corr" id="xd31e1834" title="Source: waggons">wagons</span> and things, </p> -<p class="line">And on a holiday, plays with it all the day. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Wondering, the old folks gaze, </p> -<p class="line">But to God they give the praise. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">So the servant never rests, </p> -<p class="line">But the night her spirit tests. </p> -<p class="line">In her chamber then, I ween, </p> -<p class="line">Many a tear she sheds unseen. </p> -<p class="line">Yet none knows nor sees it all </p> -<p class="line">But the little Mark so small. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Nor knows he why in hours of night </p> -<p class="line">His tossings break her slumbers light. </p> -<p class="line">So from her couch she quickly leaps, </p> -<p class="line">The coverings o’er his limbs she keeps. </p> -<p class="line">With sign of cross the child she blesses, </p> -<p class="line">Her gentle care her love confesses. </p> -</div> -<p><span class="pageNum" id="xd31e1855">[<a href="#xd31e1855">51</a>]</span></p> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Each morning Mark spreads out his hands </p> -<p class="line">To the Servant as she stands; </p> -<p class="line">Accepts, unknowing, a mother’s care. </p> -<p class="line">Only to grow is his affair. </p> -</div> -</div> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure o051width"><img src="images/o051.png" alt="Ornament." width="87" height="24"></div><p> -</p> -<p></p> -<div class="figure p051width"><img src="images/p051.jpg" alt="Gate flanked by two small towers." width="598" height="519"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e1869">[<a href="#xd31e1869">52</a>]</span> -</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<h4>IV.</h4> -<p class="line">Meantime many a year has rolled, </p> -<p class="line">Many waters to the sea have flowed, </p> -<p class="line">Trouble to the home has come, </p> -<p class="line">Many a tear down the cheek has run. </p> -<p class="line">Poor old ’Stasia in earth they laid. </p> -<p class="line">Hardly old Trophim’ from death they saved. </p> -<p class="line">The cursed trouble roared so loud, </p> -<p class="line">And then it went to sleep, I trow. </p> -<p class="line">From the dark woods where she frightened lay </p> -<p class="line">Peace came back in the home to stay. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in4">The little Mark is farmer now. </p> -<p class="line in4">With ox-teams great in the fall must go </p> -<p class="line in4">To far Crimea to barter there </p> -<p class="line in4">Skins for salt and goods more rare. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in4">The Servant and Trophimus </p> -<p class="line in12">in counsel wise </p> -<p class="line in4">Plans for his marriage </p> -<p class="line in12">now devise. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in4">Dared she her thoughts utter </p> -<p class="line in4">For the Czar’s daughter </p> -<p class="line in4">She’d send in a trice. </p> -<p class="line in4">But the most she could say </p> -<p class="line in4">While thinking this way </p> -<p class="line in4">Was, “Ask Mark’s advice.” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in4">“My daughter, we’ll ask him, </p> -<p class="line in4">And then we’ll affiance him.” <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e1921">[<a href="#xd31e1921">53</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line in4">So they gave him sage advice, </p> -<p class="line in4">And they made decision nice. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Soon his grave friends about him stand. </p> -<p class="line">He sends them to woo, a stately band. </p> -<p class="line">Back they come with towels on shoulder </p> -<p class="line">Ere the day is many hours older. </p> -<p class="line">The sacred bread they have exchanged, </p> -<p class="line">The bargain now is all arranged. </p> -<p class="line">They’ve found a maiden in noble dress, </p> -<p class="line">A princess true, you well may guess. </p> -<p class="line">Such a queen is in this affiance </p> -<p class="line">As with a general might make alliance. </p> -<p class="line">“Hail, and well done,” the old man says, </p> -<p class="line">And now let’s have no more delays. </p> -<p class="line">When the marriage, where the priest, </p> -<p class="line">What about the wedding feast? </p> -<p class="line">Who shall take the mother’s place? </p> -<p class="line">How we’ll miss my ’Stasia’s face.” </p> -<p class="line">The tears along his cheeks do fall, </p> -<p class="line">Yet a word does the Servant’s heart appall<span class="corr" id="xd31e1948" title="Not in source">.</span> </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Hastily rushing from the room, </p> -<p class="line">In chamber near she falls in swoon. </p> -<p class="line">The house is silent, the light is dim, </p> -<p class="line">The sorrowing Servant thinks of him </p> -<p class="line">And whispers: “Mother, mother, mother.” </p> -</div> -</div> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure p053width"><img src="images/p008.png" alt="Cither" width="200" height="62"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e1960">[<a href="#xd31e1960">54</a>]</span> -</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<h4>V.</h4> -<p class="line">All the week at the wedding cake </p> -<p class="line">Young women in crowds both mix and bake. </p> -<p class="line">The old man is in wondrous glee, </p> -<p class="line">With all the young women dances he. </p> -<p class="line">At sweeping the yard </p> -<p class="line">He labors hard. </p> -<p class="line">All passers-by on foot and horseback </p> -<p class="line">He hales to the court where is no lack </p> -<p class="line">Of good home-brew. </p> -<p class="line">All comers he asks to the marriage </p> -<p class="line">And yet ’tis true </p> -<p class="line">He runs around so </p> -<p class="line">You’d not guess from his carriage </p> -<p class="line">Though his joy is such a wonderful gift, </p> -<p class="line">His old legs are ’most too heavy to lift. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Everywhere is disorder and laughter </p> -<p class="line">Within the house and in the yard. </p> -<p class="line">From store-room keg upon keg follows after, </p> -<p class="line">Workers’ voices everywhere heard. </p> -<p class="line">They bake, they boil, </p> -<p class="line">At sweeping toil, </p> -<p class="line">Tables and floors they wash them all. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">And where is the Servant </p> -<p class="line in8">who cares not for wage? </p> -<p class="line">To Kiev she is gone </p> -<p class="line in8">on pilgrimage. </p> -</div> -<p><span class="pageNum" id="xd31e1996">[<a href="#xd31e1996">55</a>]</span></p> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Yes, Anna went. The old man pled, </p> -<p class="line">Mark almost wept for her to stay, </p> -<p class="line">As mother sit, to see him wed. </p> -<p class="line">Her call of duty elsewhere lay. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">“No, Mark, such honor must I not take </p> -<p class="line">To sit while you your homage make </p> -<p class="line">To parents dear. </p> -<p class="line">My mind is clear. </p> -<p class="line">A servant must not thy mother be </p> -<p class="line">Lest wealthy guests may laugh at thee. </p> -<p class="line">Now may God’s mercy with thee stay, </p> -<p class="line">To the saints at Kiev I go to pray. </p> -<p class="line">But yet again shall I return </p> -<p class="line">Unto your house, if you do not spurn </p> -<p class="line">My strength and toil.” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">With pure heart </p> -<p class="line in8">she blessed her Mark </p> -<p class="line">And weeping, passed </p> -<p class="line in8">beyond the gate. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Then the wedding blossomed out; </p> -<p class="line">Work for musicians and the joyous rout </p> -<p class="line">Of dancing feet; </p> -<p class="line">While mead so sweet </p> -<p class="line">Of fermented honey with spices dashed </p> -<p class="line">Over the benches and tables splashed, </p> -<p class="line">Meanwhile the Servant limps along </p> -<p class="line">Hastening on the weary road to Kiev. </p> -<p class="line">To the city come, she does not rest, <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2032">[<a href="#xd31e2032">56</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line">Hires to a woman of the town; </p> -<p class="line">For wages carries water. </p> -<p class="line">You see she money, money needs </p> -<p class="line">For prayers to Holy Barbara. </p> -<p class="line">She water carries, never tarries, </p> -<p class="line">And mighty store of pennies saves, </p> -<p class="line">Then in the Lavra’s awesome caves </p> -<p class="line">She seeks the blessed wealth she craves. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">From St. John she buys a magic cap, </p> -<p class="line">For Mark she bears it; </p> -<p class="line">And when he wears it, </p> -<p class="line">For never a headache need he give e’er a rap. </p> -<p class="line">And then St. Barbara gives her a ring, </p> -<p class="line">To her new daughter back to bring. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">’Fore all the saints </p> -<p class="line in10">she makes prostrations, </p> -<p class="line">Then home returns </p> -<p class="line in10">having paid her oblations. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">She has come back. </p> -<p class="line">Fair Kate with Mark makes haste to meet her, </p> -<p class="line">Far beyond the gate they greet her, </p> -<p class="line">Then into the house they bring her, </p> -<p class="line">Draw her to the table there </p> -<p class="line">Quickly spread with choicest fare. </p> -<p class="line">Her news of Kiev they now request, </p> -<p class="line">While Kate arranges her couch for rest. </p> -</div> -<p><span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2067">[<a href="#xd31e2067">57</a>]</span></p> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in8">“Why do they love me, </p> -<p class="line in4">Why this respect? </p> -<p class="line in8">Dear God above me, </p> -<p class="line in4">Do they suspect? </p> -<p class="line in8">Nay, that’s not so, </p> -<p class="line in8">’Tis just goodness, I know.” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">And still the Servant her secret kept, </p> -<p class="line">Yet from the hurt of her penance wept. </p> -</div> -</div> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure p057width"><img src="images/p057.jpg" alt="Three men with large rakes." width="379" height="436"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2088">[<a href="#xd31e2088">58</a>]</span> -</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<h4>VI.</h4> -<p class="line">Three times have the waters frozen </p> -<p class="line">Thrice thawed at the touch of spring </p> -<p class="line">Three times did the Servant </p> -<p class="line">From Kiev her store of blessings bring. </p> -<p class="line">And each time gentle Katherine, </p> -<p class="line">As daughter, set her on her way, </p> -<p class="line">A fourth time led her by the mounds </p> -<p class="line">Where many dear departed lay. </p> -<p class="line">Then prayed to God for her safe return<span class="corr" id="xd31e2103" title="Not in source">,</span> </p> -<p class="line">For whom in absence her heart would yearn. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">It was the Sunday of the Virgin, </p> -<p class="line">Old Trophimus sat in garments white, </p> -<p class="line">On the bench, in wide straw hat, </p> -<p class="line">All amid the sunshine bright. </p> -<p class="line">Before him with a little dog </p> -<p class="line">His frolicsome grandson played, </p> -<p class="line">The while his little granddaughter </p> -<p class="line">Was in her mother’s garb arrayed. </p> -<p class="line">Smiling he welcomed her as matron; </p> -<p class="line">For so at “visitors” they played. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">“But what did you do with the visitor’s cake? </p> -<p class="line">Did somebody steal it in the wood, </p> -<p class="line">Or perhaps you’ve simply forgotten to bake?” </p> -<p class="line">For so they talked in lightsome mood. </p> -</div> -<p><span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2122">[<a href="#xd31e2122">59</a>]</span></p> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">But see,—Who comes? </p> -<p class="line">’Tis their Anna at the door! </p> -<p class="line">Run old and young! Who’ll come before? </p> -<p class="line">But Anna waits not their welcome wordy. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">“Is Mark at home, or still on journey?” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">“He’s off on journey long enough,” </p> -<p class="line">Says the old man in accents gruff. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">With pain the Servant sadly saith, </p> -<p class="line">“Home have I come with failing breath; </p> -<p class="line">Nor ’mid strangers would I wait for death<span class="corr" id="xd31e2138" title="Source: ,">.</span> </p> -<p class="line">May I but live my Mark to see, </p> -<p class="line">For something grievously weighs on me.” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">From little bag the children’s gifts </p> -<p class="line">She takes. There’s crosses and amulets. </p> -<p class="line">For Irene is of beads a string, </p> -<p class="line">And pictures too, and for Karpon </p> -<p class="line">A nightingale to sweetly sing, </p> -<p class="line">Toy horses and a wagon. </p> -<p class="line">A fourth time she brings a ring </p> -<p class="line">From St. Barbara to Katherine. </p> -<p class="line">Next the old man’s gift she handles, </p> -<p class="line">It’s just three holy waxen candles. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">For Mark and herself </p> -<p class="line in8">she nothing brought; </p> -<p class="line">For want of money </p> -<p class="line in8">she nothing bought. </p> -</div> -<p><span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2161">[<a href="#xd31e2161">60</a>]</span></p> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">For want of strength </p> -<p class="line in8">more funds to earn, </p> -<p class="line">Half a bun was her wealth </p> -<p class="line in8">on her return. </p> -<p class="line">As to how to divide it </p> -<p class="line">Let the babes decide it. </p> -</div> -</div> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure p060width"><img src="images/p060.png" alt="Children playing." width="574" height="278"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2176">[<a href="#xd31e2176">61</a>]</span> -</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<h4>VII.</h4> -<p class="line">She enters now the house so sweet, </p> -<p class="line">And daughter Katherine bathes her feet<span class="corr" id="xd31e2184" title="Not in source">.</span> </p> -<p class="line">Then sets her down to dine in state, </p> -<p class="line">But my Anna nor drank nor ate. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in8">“Katherine! </p> -<p class="line">When is our Sunday?” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in8">“After tomorrow’s the day.” </p> -<p class="line">“Prayers for the dead soon will we need </p> -<p class="line">Such as St. Nicholas may heed. </p> -<p class="line">Then we must an offering pay, </p> -<p class="line">For Mark tarries on the way. </p> -<p class="line">Perchance somewhere, </p> -<p class="line in8">from our vision hid, </p> -<p class="line">Sickness has ta’en him </p> -<p class="line in8">which God forbid.” </p> -<p class="line">The tears dropped down </p> -<p class="line in8">from the sad old eyes, </p> -<p class="line">So wearily did she </p> -<p class="line in8">from the table rise. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in8">“<span class="corr" id="xd31e2215" title="Source: Katherina">Katherine</span>, </p> -<p class="line">My race is run, </p> -<p class="line">All my earthly tasks are done. </p> -<p class="line">My powers no longer I command </p> -<p class="line">Nor on my feet have strength to stand. </p> -<p class="line">And yet, my Kate, how can I die </p> -<p class="line">While in this dear warm home I lie?” </p> -</div> -<p><span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2224">[<a href="#xd31e2224">62</a>]</span></p> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">The sickness harder grows amain, </p> -<p class="line">For her the sacred host’s appointed, </p> -<p class="line">She’s been with holy oils anointed, </p> -<p class="line">Yet nought relieves her pain. </p> -<p class="line">Old Trophim’ in courtyard walks a-ring </p> -<p class="line">Moving like a stricken thing. </p> -<p class="line">Katherine, for the suff’rers sake </p> -<p class="line">Doth never rest for her eyelids take. </p> -<p class="line">And even the owls upon the roof </p> -<p class="line">Of coming evil tell the proof. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">The suff’rer now, each day, each hour, </p> -<p class="line">Whispers the question, with waning power </p> -<p class="line">“Daughter Katherine, is Mark yet here? </p> -<p class="line">So struggle I with doubt and fear, </p> -<p class="line">Did I but know I’d see him for sure </p> -<p class="line">Through all my pain I might endure.” </p> -</div> -</div> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure p062width"><img src="images/p062.png" alt="Cossacks dancing in village." width="299" height="208"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2247">[<a href="#xd31e2247">63</a>]</span> </p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<h4>VIII.</h4> -<p class="line">Now Mark comes on with the caravan </p> -<p class="line">Singing blithely as he can. </p> -<p class="line">To the inns he makes no speed, </p> -<p class="line">Quietly lets the oxen feed. </p> -<p class="line">Mark brings home for Katherine </p> -<p class="line">Precious cloth of substance rich; </p> -<p class="line">For father dear, a girdle sewn </p> -<p class="line">Of silk so red. </p> -<p class="line">For Servant Anne </p> -<p class="line in8">a gold cloth bonnet </p> -<p class="line">To deck her head, </p> -<p class="line in8">And kerchief, too </p> -<p class="line in8">with white lace on it. </p> -<p class="line">For the children are shoes </p> -<p class="line in8">with figs and grapes. </p> -<p class="line">There’s gifts for all, </p> -<p class="line in8">there’s none escapes. </p> -<p class="line">For all he brings </p> -<p class="line in8">red wine, so fine, </p> -<p class="line">From great old city </p> -<p class="line in8">of Constantine. </p> -<p class="line">There’s buckets three </p> -<p class="line in8">in each barrel put on. </p> -<p class="line">And caviar </p> -<p class="line in8">from the river Don. </p> -<p class="line">Such gifts he has </p> -<p class="line in8">in his wagon there, </p> -<p class="line">Nor knows the sorrow </p> -<p class="line in8">his loved ones bear. <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2294">[<a href="#xd31e2294">64</a>]</span></p> -<p class="line">On comes Mark, </p> -<p class="line in8">knows not of worry; </p> -<p class="line">But he’s come </p> -<p class="line in8">Give God the glory! </p> -<p class="line">The gate he opens, </p> -<p class="line in8">Praising God. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">“Hear’st thou, Katherine? </p> -<p class="line">Run to meet him! </p> -<p class="line">Already he’s come, </p> -<p class="line">Haste to greet him! </p> -<p class="line">Quickly bring him in to me. </p> -<p class="line">Glory to Thee, my Saviour dear, </p> -<p class="line">All the strength has come from Thee.” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">And she “Our Father” softly said </p> -<p class="line">Just as if in dream she read. </p> -<p class="line">The old man the team unyokes, </p> -<p class="line">Lays away the carven yokes. </p> -<p class="line">Kate at her husband strangely looks. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">“Where’s Anna, Katherine? </p> -<p class="line">I’ve been careless! </p> -<p class="line">She’s not dead?” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in8">“No, not dead, </p> -<p class="line">But very sick and calls for thee.” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">On the threshold Mark appears, </p> -<p class="line">Standing there as torn by fears. </p> -<p class="line">But Anna whispers, “Be not afraid, </p> -<p class="line">Glory to God, Who my fears allayed. </p> -</div> -<p><span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2332">[<a href="#xd31e2332">65</a>]</span></p> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Go forth, Katherine, </p> -<p class="line in8">though I love you well, </p> -<p class="line">I’ve something to ask him, </p> -<p class="line in8">something to tell.” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">From the place </p> -<p class="line in8">fair Katherine went; </p> -<p class="line">While Mark his head </p> -<p class="line in8">o’er the Servant bent. </p> -<p class="line">“Mark, look at me, </p> -<p class="line">Look at me well! </p> -<p class="line">A secret now I have to tell. </p> -<p class="line">On this faded form </p> -<p class="line in8">set no longer store, </p> -<p class="line">No servant, I, nor Anna more, </p> -<p class="line">I am——” </p> -<p class="line in8">Came silence dumb, </p> -<p class="line">Nor yet guessed Mark </p> -<p class="line in8">What was to come. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Yet once again her eyelids raised </p> -<p class="line">Into his eyes she deeply gazed </p> -<p class="line">’Mid gathering tears. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">“I from thee forgiveness pray; </p> -<p class="line">I’ve penance offered day by day </p> -<p class="line">All my life to serve another. </p> -<p class="line">Forgive me, son, of me, </p> -<p class="line">For I—am thy mother.” </p> -</div> -<p><span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2372">[<a href="#xd31e2372">66</a>]</span></p> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">She ceased to speak. </p> -<p class="line">A sudden faintness </p> -<p class="line in8">Mark did take: </p> -<p class="line">It seemed the earth </p> -<p class="line in8">itself did shake. </p> -<p class="line">He roused— </p> -<p class="line in8">and to his mother crept, </p> -<p class="line">But the mother </p> -<p class="line in8">forever slept. </p> -</div> -</div> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure p066width"><img src="images/p066.png" alt="Person kneeling in near bullock cart." width="324" height="149"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2391">[<a href="#xd31e2391">67</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="legacy" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e428">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<div class="figure"><img src="images/o067.png" alt="A Father’s Legacy" width="628" height="155"></div> -<h2 class="main">A Father’s Legacy</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"><i>When Gregory Shevchenko—for this was the father’s name—was on his deathbed, he called -his family around him and gave his parting bequests. A serf might not, indeed, sell -any of his household goods without permission of his landlord, but he could give them -to his relatives who, of course, were the property of the same landlord. So Gregory -Shevchenko distributed his pitiful treasures to the children and to his wife,—saying -finally—</i> -</p> -<p><i>“To my son, Taras, I give nothing. He will be no common man. Either he will be something -very good or else a great rascal. For him the patrimony will either mean nothing, -or will not help any.”</i> -</p> -<p></p> -<div class="figure p067width"><img src="images/p067.png" alt="House with well." width="243" height="91"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2406">[<a href="#xd31e2406">68</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="caucasus" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e243">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<div class="figure"><img src="images/o068-1.jpg" alt="Caucasus" width="431" height="121"></div> -<h2 class="main">Caucasus</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"><i>To Jacques de Balmont—French friend of the Ukrainians who perished in the Circassian -war.</i> -</p> -<p><i>The Czars used the Ukrainians as tools in their ambitious projects. A hundred thousand -of them perished in the marshes, digging the foundations of Petrograd. As many more -died in the attempt to subdue the Circassians—tribes inhabiting the Caucasus mountains—to -the imperial will of the Russian autocrat.</i> -</p> -<p><i>The memory of these sufferings was the inspiration of this bitter poem.</i> -</p> -<p><i>The text is taken from the prophecy of Jeremiah, Chapter 9, verse 1.</i> -</p> -<p><i>“Oh, that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep -day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people.”</i> -</p> -<p></p> -<div class="figure o068-2width"><img src="images/o068-2.jpg" alt="Ornament: decorated egg pointing right." width="132" height="83"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2430">[<a href="#xd31e2430">69</a>]</span> -</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Beyond the hills are mightier hills, </p> -<p class="line">Cloud mountains o’er them rise, </p> -<p class="line">Red, red have flowed their streams and rills, </p> -<p class="line">They’re sown with human woes and sighs. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">There long ago in days of old </p> -<p class="line">Olympus’ Czar, the angry Jove, </p> -<p class="line">His wrath did pour on a hero bold, </p> -<p class="line">On brave Prometheus, he who strove </p> -<p class="line">The fire of heaven to seize for men. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">On mountain side, in vulture’s den </p> -<p class="line">He suffered what no mortal pen </p> -<p class="line">May well indite. The savage beak </p> -<p class="line">Of his hearts’ blood doth daily reek. </p> -<p class="line">Yet the torn heart again revives, </p> -<p class="line">To triumph o’er its tortures strives. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Our souls yield not to grievous ills, </p> -<p class="line">To freedom march our stubborn wills. </p> -<p class="line">Though waves of trouble o’er us roll </p> -<p class="line">The waves move not the steadfast soul. </p> -<p class="line">Our living spirit is not in chains, </p> -<p class="line">The word of God in glory reigns. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">’Tis not for us to challenge Thee, </p> -<p class="line">Though life rolls on in toil and tears; </p> -<p class="line">Though we Thy purpose cannot see </p> -<p class="line">We cling to hope ’mid doubts and fears. </p> -<p class="line">Our cause lies sunk in drunken sleep </p> -<p class="line">When will it awaken<span class="corr" id="xd31e2466" title="Source: .">,</span> Lord? <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2469">[<a href="#xd31e2469">70</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line">Oppressors gloat and patriots weep, </p> -<p class="line">When wilt strength to us afford? </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">So weary, then art Thou, Oh God, </p> -<p class="line">Can’st life to us no longer give? </p> -<p class="line">Thy Truth we trust beneath the rod, </p> -<p class="line">Believing in Thy strength we live. </p> -<p class="line">Our cause shall rise, </p> -<p class="line">Our freedom rise </p> -<p class="line">Though tyrants rage: </p> -<p class="line">To Thee alone, </p> -<p class="line">All nations bow </p> -<p class="line">Through age on age </p> -<p class="line">And yet meantime </p> -<p class="line in8">the streams do flow </p> -<p class="line">And ever tinged with blood </p> -<p class="line in8">they go. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Beyond the hills are mightier hills, </p> -<p class="line">Cloud mountains o’er them rise. </p> -<p class="line">Red, red have flowed their streams and rills, </p> -<p class="line">They’re sown with human woes and sighs. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Look at us in tender heartedness, </p> -<p class="line">All in hunger dire and nakedness, </p> -<p class="line">Forging freedom in unhappiness, </p> -<p class="line">Toiling ever without blessedness. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">The bones of soldiers bleaching lie, </p> -<p class="line">In blood and tears must many die. </p> -</div> -<p><span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2504">[<a href="#xd31e2504">71</a>]</span></p> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">In faith, there’s widows’ tears, I think, </p> -<p class="line">To all the Czars to give to drink. </p> -<p class="line">Then there’s tears of many a maiden </p> -<p class="line">Falling so soft in the lonely night. </p> -<p class="line">Hot tears of mothers, sorrow-laden, </p> -<p class="line">Dry tears of fathers, in grievous plight. </p> -<p class="line">Not rivers, but a sea has flowed, </p> -<p class="line">A burning sea. </p> -<p class="line">To all the Czars who in triumph rode, </p> -<p class="line">With their hounds and gamekeepers, </p> -<p class="line">Their dogs and their beaters, </p> -<p class="line">May glory be! </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">To you be glory, hills of blue, </p> -<p class="line">All clad in monstrous chains of frost. </p> -<p class="line">Glory to you, ye heroes true, </p> -<p class="line">With God your labors are not lost. </p> -<p class="line">Fear not to fight, you’ll win at length, </p> -<p class="line">For you, God’s ruth, </p> -<p class="line">For you is freedom, for you is strength, </p> -<p class="line">And Holy Truth. </p> -</div> -</div> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure p071width"><img src="images/p071.png" alt="Woman carrying yoke with two buckets on shoulder." width="98" height="122"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2533">[<a href="#xd31e2533">72</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#toc">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">TO THE CIRCASSIANS</h2> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">“Our bread and home,” in your own tongue, </p> -<p class="line">In Tartar words you dare to say. </p> -<p class="line">Nobody gave it you, your world is young, </p> -<p class="line">So far no one has ta’en it away. </p> -<p class="line">Nobody yet has led you in fetters, </p> -<p class="line">But we have wisdom in such matters. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">In God’s good word we daily read, </p> -<p class="line">But from dungeons where the pris’ners moan, </p> -<p class="line">To Caesar’s high-exalted throne </p> -<p class="line">’Tis gilt without, while the soul’s in need. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">To us for wisdom should you come, </p> -<p class="line">We’ll teach you all the tricks of trade. </p> -<p class="line">Good Christians we, with church and Ikon; </p> -<p class="line">All goods, even God, our own we’ve made. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">But that house of yours </p> -<p class="line in8">Still hurts our eyes; </p> -<p class="line">If we didn’t give it, </p> -<p class="line in8">Why should you have it? </p> -<p class="line">These ways of yours </p> -<p class="line in8">cause much surprise. </p> -<p class="line">We never granted </p> -<p class="line in8">The corn you planted. </p> -<p class="line">The sunlight, you </p> -<p class="line in8">Should pay for, too. </p> -<p class="line">Oh, quite uneducated you! </p> -</div> -<p><span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2572">[<a href="#xd31e2572">73</a>]</span></p> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Good Christians we, no pagans needy, </p> -<p class="line">Sound in the faith, not a bit greedy. </p> -<p class="line">If you in peace from us would learn </p> -<p class="line">Store of wisdom you would earn. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">With us what great illumination, </p> -<p class="line">A cont’nent ’neath our domination; </p> -<p class="line">Siberia great, for illustration. </p> -<p class="line">There’s jails and folks ’yond computation. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">From Moldavia to Finlandia </p> -<p class="line">Many tongues but nothing said, </p> -<p class="line">Except for blessings on your head. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">A holy monk here reads the Bible, </p> -<p class="line">Tells the story, ’tis no libel, </p> -<p class="line">Of king who stole his neighbour’s wife, </p> -<p class="line">And then the neighbour he robbed of life. </p> -<p class="line">The king now dwells in paradise. </p> -<p class="line">Such folks ’mong us to heaven rise. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Oh, you creatures unenlightened, </p> -<p class="line">Be ye not of our dogmas frightened! </p> -<p class="line">Our gentle art of “grab” we’ll teach; </p> -<p class="line">A coin to the church and heaven you’ll reach. </p> -<p class="line">Whatever is there we can’t do? </p> -<p class="line">The stars we count and crops we sow; </p> -<p class="line">The foreigner curse, </p> -<p class="line">Then fill our purse, </p> -<p class="line">The people selling, </p> -<p class="line">’Tis truth I’m telling. </p> -</div> -<p><span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2605">[<a href="#xd31e2605">74</a>]</span></p> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">No niggers we sell, I’m not making jokes, </p> -<p class="line">Just common ord’nary Christian folks. </p> -<p class="line">No Spaniards we, may God forbid! </p> -<p class="line">Nor Jews that stolen goods have hid. </p> -<p class="line">So don’t you think you’d like to be </p> -<p class="line">Such law-abiding folks as we? </p> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure p074width"><img src="images/p006.png" alt="House with melon and sunflower in garden." width="284" height="255"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2618">[<a href="#xd31e2618">75</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#toc">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">TO THE RICH AND GREAT</h2> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Is it by the apostle’s law </p> -<p class="line">That ye your brother love? </p> -<p class="line">Hypocrites and chatterers, </p> -<p class="line">Ye’re cursed of God above. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Not for your brother’s soul you care. </p> -<p class="line">It’s only for his skin. </p> -<p class="line">The skin from off his back you’d tear, </p> -<p class="line">Some trifling prize to win. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">There’s furs for your daughter, </p> -<p class="line">Slippers for your wife, </p> -<p class="line">And things that you don’t utter </p> -<p class="line">About your private life. </p> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure p075width"><img src="images/p075.png" alt="Farmer’s house." width="302" height="230"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2642">[<a href="#xd31e2642">76</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#toc">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">TO THE MASTER</h2> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Oh, wherefore wert Thou crucified, </p> -<p class="line">Thou Christ, the Son of God? </p> -<p class="line">That the word of Truth be glorified? </p> -<p class="line">Or that we good folks should ’scape the rod </p> -<p class="line">Of avenging wrath, by faith confest? </p> -<p class="line">Meanwhile of Thee we make a jest, </p> -<p class="line">Mocking Thy love in our conduct’s test. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Cathedrals and chapels with Icons grand! </p> -<p class="line">’Mid smoke of incense lavers stand. </p> -<p class="line">There before Thy pictured Presence </p> -<p class="line">Crowds unwearied make obeisance; </p> -<p class="line">For spoil, for war, for slaughter seek </p> -<p class="line">Their brother’s blood to shed they pray, </p> -<p class="line">And then before Thy form so meek </p> -<p class="line">The loot of burning towns they lay. </p> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure p076width"><img src="images/p076.png" alt="Farmer’s house with well." width="295" height="160"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2669">[<a href="#xd31e2669">77</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#toc">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">AGAIN ADDRESSING THE CIRCASSIANS</h2> -<div class="lgouter"> -<p class="line">The sun on us has shone so bright, </p> -<p class="line">We wish to you to give the light. </p> -<p class="line">That sun of truth we seek to show </p> -<p class="line">To children blind, all in a row. </p> -<p class="line">Wonders all to see we’ll let you </p> -<p class="line">If in our hands we only get you. </p> -<p class="line">Of building jails we’ll show the trick, </p> -<p class="line">How pris’ners ’gainst their fetters kick. </p> -<p class="line">There’s knotted whips for stubborn backs, </p> -<p class="line">For saucy nations painful racks. </p> -<p class="line">In change for your mountains grand and old, </p> -<p class="line">With this instruction we you greet. </p> -<p class="line">These are the last things, already we hold </p> -<p class="line">The plains and seas beneath our feet. </p> -</div> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure p077width"><img src="images/p077.png" alt="Weeping willow with boat." width="196" height="242"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2693">[<a href="#xd31e2693">78</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#toc">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">TO JACQUES DE BALMONT</h2> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">So they drove thee along, my dearest friend, </p> -<p class="line">For Ukraina did’st thou shed </p> -<p class="line">That good heart’s blood of thine so red. </p> -<p class="line">Our country’s hangman, shame to think, </p> -<p class="line">Muscovite poison gave thee to drink. </p> -<p class="line">Oh, friend of mine, unforgotten friend, </p> -<p class="line">Ukraine to thee doth welcome send. </p> -<p class="line">Let thy spirit fly with Cossacks bold. </p> -<p class="line">Along the shores of Dnieper old. </p> -<p class="line">O’er ancient tombs hold watch and guard </p> -<p class="line">And weep with us in labors hard. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Till I return to meet thee, </p> -<p class="line">My songs I send to greet thee. </p> -<p class="line">Such songs they are of bitter woe. </p> -<p class="line">Yet ever, always, these I sow. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Thoughts and songs forever sowing, </p> -<p class="line">To the care of winds bestowing. </p> -<p class="line">Gentle winds of Ukraine </p> -<p class="line">Shall bear them like the dew </p> -<p class="line">To that dear land of mine </p> -<p class="line">To greet my friends so true<span class="corr" id="xd31e2723" title="Not in source">.</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure p078width"><img src="images/p078.png" alt="Row of three houses." width="394" height="76"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2729">[<a href="#xd31e2729">79</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="serfdom" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e435">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<div class="figure"><img src="images/o079.png" alt="The Meaning of Serfdom" width="631" height="175"></div> -<h2 class="main">The Meaning of Serfdom</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"><i>Three or four days of every week the serfs—men and women alike—must labor in their -master’s fields for nought. What was left of the week, they were granted to earn subsistence -for themselves and their families.</i> -</p> -<p><i>But that was not the worst. More bitter than labor was the fact that they were not -their own, were chattels of their lord, who could sell them at his pleasure or gamble -them away at cards.</i> -</p> -<p><i>He could beat them too, or kill them if he wished, without fear, for what advocate -would take up the case of a penniless serf against the all-powerful aristocracy.</i> -</p> -<p><i>Hideous, too, was the glaring fact that young daughters of the serfs were regarded -as the legitimate prey of the landlord and, his sons.</i> -</p> -<p><i>In these later days the sins of the fathers have been visited in awful fashion on -the descendants of these landlords. But can we <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2749">[<a href="#xd31e2749">80</a>]</span>wonder that in the writings of a poet whose childhood was poisoned by knowledge of -such injustice, we find evidence of the growing avenging fury that later was to bring -about such awe-inspiring convulsions in human society.</i> -</p> -<p><i>Through all of Shevchenko’s verse there sounds the great theme of that contrast between -the beauty of God’s world, and the horrors of human cruelty.</i> -</p> -<p><i>“An earthly heaven we had from Thee; Turned it into hell have we.”</i> -</p> -<p></p> -<div class="figure p080width"><img src="images/p027.png" alt="Three persons resting in field." width="293" height="152"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2762">[<a href="#xd31e2762">81</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="dead" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e250">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<div class="figure"><img src="images/o081.png" alt="To the Dead" width="516" height="157"></div> -<h2 class="main">To the Dead</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first center">And the Living, and the Unborn, Countrymen <br>of mine, in Ukraine, or out of it, <br>My Epistle of Friendship. -</p> -<p><i>This is the national poem of the Ukrainians, recited at all their gatherings. I have -given the thought and something of the feeling. The music of the original I could -not give. It begins like a Highland dirge with wailing amphibrachs, and there are -other measures in it not used in our language. Perhaps some future student may be -moved to put this poem in such English form as will give the true impression of the -original.</i> -</p> -<p><i>The motive of the poem is, in part, to awaken the conscience of the young educated -Ukrainians who, for the sake of gain were allowing themselves to be used as tools -by foreign oppressors.</i> -</p> -<p></p> -<div class="figure o081-2width"><img src="images/o081-2.png" alt="Ornament." width="81" height="22"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2783">[<a href="#xd31e2783">82</a>]</span> </p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">’Twas dawn, ’tis evening light, </p> -<p class="line">So passes Day divine. </p> -<p class="line">Again the weary folk </p> -<p class="line">And all things earthly </p> -<p class="line in8">Take their rest. </p> -<p class="line">I alone, remorseful </p> -<p class="line">For my country’s woes, </p> -<p class="line in8">Weep day and night, </p> -<p class="line">By the thronged cross-roads, </p> -<p class="line">Unheeded by all. </p> -<p class="line">They see not, they know not; </p> -<p class="line">Deaf ears, they hear not. </p> -<p class="line">They trade old fetters for new </p> -<p class="line">And barter righteousness, </p> -<p class="line">Make nothing of their God. </p> -<p class="line">They harness the people </p> -<p class="line">With heavy yokes. </p> -<p class="line">Evil they plough, </p> -<p class="line">With evil they sow. </p> -<p class="line">What crops will spring? </p> -<p class="line">What harvest will you see? </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Arouse ye, unnatural ones. </p> -<p class="line">Children of Herod! </p> -<p class="line">Look on this calm Eden, </p> -<p class="line">Your own Ukraine, </p> -<p class="line">Bestow on her tender love, </p> -<p class="line">Mighty in her ruins. </p> -<p class="line">Break your fetters, </p> -<p class="line">Join in brotherhood, </p> -<p class="line">Seek not in foreign lands <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2822">[<a href="#xd31e2822">83</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line">Things that are not. </p> -<p class="line">Nor yet in Heaven, </p> -<p class="line">Nor in stranger’s fields, </p> -<p class="line">But in your own house </p> -<p class="line">Lies your righteousness, </p> -<p class="line">Your strength and your liberty. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">In the world is but one Ukraine, </p> -<p class="line">Dnieper—there is only one. </p> -<p class="line">But you must off to foreign lands </p> -<p class="line">To look for something grand and good. </p> -<p class="line">Wealth of goodness and liberty, </p> -<p class="line">Fraternity and so forth, you found. </p> -<p class="line">And back you brought to Ukraine </p> -<p class="line">From places far away </p> -<p class="line">A wondrous force </p> -<p class="line in4">of lofty sounding words, </p> -<p class="line">And nothing more. </p> -<p class="line">Shout aloud </p> -<p class="line in4">That God created you for this, </p> -<p class="line">To bow the knee to lies, </p> -<p class="line">To bend and bend again </p> -<p class="line in4">Your spineless backs </p> -<p class="line">And skin again </p> -<p class="line in4">Your brothers— </p> -<p class="line">These ignorant buckwheat farmers. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Try again </p> -<p class="line in4">to ripen crops of truth and light </p> -<p class="line">In Germany </p> -<p class="line in4">or some other foreign place. </p> -<p class="line">If one should add <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2865">[<a href="#xd31e2865">84</a>]</span></p> -<p class="line in4">all our present misery </p> -<p class="line">To the wealth </p> -<p class="line in4">Our fathers stole </p> -<p class="line">Orphaned, indeed, would Dnieper be </p> -<p class="line in4">with all his holy hills. </p> -<p class="line">Faugh! if it should happen </p> -<p class="line in4">that you would never come back, </p> -<p class="line">Or get snuffed out </p> -<p class="line in4">just where you were spawned </p> -<p class="line">No children would weep </p> -<p class="line in4">nor mothers lament, </p> -<p class="line">Nor in God’s house be heard </p> -<p class="line in4">the story of your shame. </p> -<p class="line">The sun would not shine </p> -<p class="line in4">on the stench of your filth </p> -<p class="line">O’er the clean, broad, free land, </p> -<p class="line">Nor would the people know </p> -<p class="line in4">what eagles you were </p> -<p class="line">Nor turn their heads to gaze. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Arouse ye, be men! </p> -<p class="line">For evil days come. </p> -<p class="line">Quickly a people enchained </p> -<p class="line">Shall tear off their fetters; </p> -<p class="line">Judgment will come, </p> -<p class="line">Dnieper and the hills will speak. </p> -<p class="line">A hundred rivers </p> -<p class="line in4">flow to the sea </p> -<p class="line in4">with your children’s blood, </p> -<p class="line">Nor will there be any to help. <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2910">[<a href="#xd31e2910">85</a>]</span></p> -<p class="line">Smoke clouds hide the sun </p> -<p class="line">Through the ages </p> -<p class="line in4">Your sons shall curse you. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Wash yourselves— </p> -<p class="line in4">The divine likeness in you </p> -<p class="line in8">defile not with slime. </p> -<p class="line">Befool not your children </p> -<p class="line in4">that they were born to the world </p> -<p class="line in8">to be lordlings. </p> -<p class="line">The eyes of men untaught </p> -<p class="line in4">see deep, deep </p> -<p class="line in8">into your soul. </p> -<p class="line">Poor things they may he, </p> -<p class="line in4">yet they know the ass </p> -<p class="line in8">in the lion’s skin. </p> -<p class="line">And they will judge you, </p> -<p class="line in4">the foolish will pronounce the doom </p> -<p class="line in8">of the wise. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure o085width"><img src="images/o081-2.png" alt="Ornament." width="81" height="22"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2948">[<a href="#xd31e2948">86</a>]</span> -</p> -<div class="lg"> -<div class="lg"> -<h4>II.</h4> -<p class="line">Did you but study as you should, </p> -<p class="line">You would possess your own wisdom; </p> -<p class="line">And you might creep up to heaven. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">But it is we— </p> -<p class="line in8">Oh, no, not we; </p> -<p class="line in4">It is I—no, no, not I. </p> -<p class="line">I’ve seen it all, I know it. </p> -<p class="line">There’s neither heaven nor hell, </p> -<p class="line">Not even God— </p> -<p class="line in4">Just I and the short, fat German, </p> -<p class="line in8">Nothing more. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Grand, my brother. </p> -<p class="line">You ask me something, </p> -<p class="line in4">“I don’t know, </p> -<p class="line in8">Ask the German, </p> -<p class="line in8">He’ll tell you.” </p> -<p class="line">That’s the way you learn </p> -<p class="line in4">in foreign lands. </p> -<p class="line">The German says— </p> -<p class="line in4">“You are Mongols. </p> -<p class="line in8">Mongols, Mongols; </p> -<p class="line">Naked children </p> -<p class="line in4">of the golden Tamerlane.” </p> -<p class="line">The German says— </p> -<p class="line in4">“You are Slavs, </p> -<p class="line in8">Slavs, Slavs; <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e2995">[<a href="#xd31e2995">87</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line">Ugly offspring </p> -<p class="line in4">of famous ancestors.” </p> -<p class="line">You read the writings </p> -<p class="line in4">of the great Slavophils, </p> -<p class="line">Push in among them, </p> -<p class="line in4">Get on so well </p> -<p class="line">That you know all the tongues </p> -<p class="line in4">of the Slavonic peoples </p> -<p class="line">Except your own—God help it. </p> -<p class="line">“Oh, as for that </p> -<p class="line in4">Sometime we’ll speak </p> -<p class="line in8">our own language </p> -<p class="line">When the German </p> -<p class="line in4">shows us how, </p> -<p class="line">Our history too, </p> -<p class="line in4">he will explain, </p> -<p class="line">Then we’ll be alright!” </p> -<p class="line">It came about finely </p> -<p class="line in4">on the German advice. </p> -<p class="line">They learned to speak so well </p> -<p class="line in4">That even the mighty German </p> -<p class="line in8">could not understand them, </p> -<p class="line">Not to speak of common folks. </p> -<p class="line">Oh what a noise and racket! </p> -<p class="line">“There’s Harmony, and Force </p> -<p class="line">And Music—and everything. </p> -<p class="line">And as for History </p> -<p class="line">The Epic of a free people! </p> -<p class="line">What’s all this about the poor Romans, </p> -<p class="line">Brutus, etcetera, and the Devil knows what? </p> -<p class="line">Have we not our Brutuses <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3043">[<a href="#xd31e3043">88</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line in4">and our Cocles </p> -<p class="line">Glorious and never to be forgotten? </p> -<p class="line">Why freedom grew up with us </p> -<p class="line">Bathed in the Dnieper </p> -<p class="line">Rested her head on our hills, </p> -<p class="line">The far-flung Steppes </p> -<p class="line in4">are her garments.” </p> -<p class="line">Alas! ’twas in blood she bathed </p> -<p class="line">Pillowed her head on burial mounds </p> -<p class="line in4">On bodies of Cossack freemen, </p> -<p class="line in8">Corpses despoiled. </p> -<p class="line">But look ye well </p> -<p class="line in4">Read again of that glory! </p> -<p class="line">Read it, word by word, </p> -<p class="line">Miss not a jot nor tittle, </p> -<p class="line">Grasp it all: </p> -<p class="line in4">Then ask yourselves— </p> -<p class="line">Who are we? Whose sons? </p> -<p class="line in4">Of what fathers? </p> -<p class="line in8">By whom and why enchained? </p> -<p class="line">Then you shall see </p> -<p class="line in4">Who your glorious Brutuses are. </p> -<p class="line">Slaves, door-mats! </p> -<p class="line in4">mud of Moscow </p> -<p class="line in8">scum of Warsaw </p> -<p class="line in12">are your lords; </p> -<p class="line">Glorious heroes they are. </p> -<p class="line">Why are you so proud </p> -<p class="line">Sons of unhappy Ukraine. </p> -<p class="line">That you go so well under the yoke? </p> -<p class="line">Even better you go <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3091">[<a href="#xd31e3091">89</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line in4">than your fathers went. </p> -<p class="line">Don’t brag so much, </p> -<p class="line in4">they just skin you, </p> -<p class="line">They rendered out your fathers’ bones </p> -<p class="line">Perhaps you are proud </p> -<p class="line in4">that your brotherhood </p> -<p class="line in8">has defended the faith. </p> -<p class="line">You cooked your dough-nuts </p> -<p class="line in4">o’er the fires </p> -<p class="line in8">of burning Turkish towns, </p> -<p class="line">of Sinope and Trebizond. </p> -<p class="line in4">True for you </p> -<p class="line in8">And you ate them </p> -<p class="line">And now they pain you, </p> -<p class="line">And on your own fields </p> -<p class="line in4">the wily German </p> -<p class="line in8">plants potatoes. </p> -<p class="line">You buy them from him, </p> -<p class="line in2">eat them for the good of your health </p> -<p class="line in4">and praise Cossackery. </p> -<p class="line">But with whose blood </p> -<p class="line in4">was the land sprinkled </p> -<p class="line in8">that grew the potatoes? </p> -<p class="line">Oh, that’s a trifle; </p> -<p class="line in4">so long as it’s good for the garden. </p> -<p class="line">Very proud you are </p> -<p class="line in4">that we once destroyed Poland. </p> -<p class="line">Very true indeed: </p> -<p class="line in4">Poland fell, </p> -<p class="line in8">but fell on top of us. <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3144">[<a href="#xd31e3144">90</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line">So your fathers shed their blood </p> -<p class="line in4">for Moscow and for Warsaw, </p> -<p class="line">And left to you, their sons </p> -<p class="line in4">their fetters and their glory. </p> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure p090width"><img src="images/p075.png" alt="Farmer’s house." width="302" height="230"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3157">[<a href="#xd31e3157">91</a>]</span> -</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<h4>III.</h4> -<p class="line">To the very limit </p> -<p class="line in8">has our country come, </p> -<p class="line">Her own children </p> -<p class="line in4">crucify her </p> -<p class="line in4">worse than the Poles. </p> -<p class="line">How like beer </p> -<p class="line in4">they draw off </p> -<p class="line in8">her righteous blood. </p> -<p class="line">They would, you see </p> -<p class="line in4">enlighten the maternal eyes </p> -<p class="line in8">with everlasting fires; </p> -<p class="line">Lead on the poor blind cripple </p> -<p class="line in4">after the spirit of the age, </p> -<p class="line in4">German fashion! </p> -<p class="line">Fine, go ahead, </p> -<p class="line in4">show us the way! </p> -<p class="line">Let the old mother learn </p> -<p class="line in4">how to look after such children </p> -<p class="line">Show away! </p> -<p class="line in4">For this instruction, </p> -<p class="line">Don’t worry— </p> -<p class="line in4">Good motherly reward will be. </p> -<p class="line">The illusion fades </p> -<p class="line in4">from your greedy eyes </p> -<p class="line">Glory shall you see, </p> -<p class="line in4">such glory as fits </p> -<p class="line in8">the sons of deceitful sires. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">To study then, my brothers, </p> -<p class="line">Think and read, <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3211">[<a href="#xd31e3211">92</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line">Learn from the foreigner </p> -<p class="line">Despise not your own<span class="corr" id="xd31e3216" title="Not in source">.</span> </p> -<p class="line">Who forgets his mother </p> -<p class="line">Him God will punish. </p> -<p class="line">Foreigners will despise him </p> -<p class="line">Nor admit him to their homes; </p> -<p class="line">His children shall as strangers be </p> -<p class="line">Nor shall he find happiness on earth. </p> -<p class="line">I weep when I remember </p> -<p class="line in4">the deeds of our fathers, </p> -<p class="line in8">deeds I can not forget. </p> -<p class="line">Heavy on my heart they lie; </p> -<p class="line in4">Half my life I’d give </p> -<p class="line in8">could I forget them. </p> -<p class="line">Such is our glory </p> -<p class="line in4">the glory of Ukraine. </p> -<p class="line">So read then </p> -<p class="line in4">that ye may see </p> -<p class="line">Not in dream </p> -<p class="line in4">but in vision </p> -<p class="line in4">All the wrongs that lie </p> -<p class="line in6">beneath yon mighty tombs. </p> -<p class="line">Ask then of the martyrs </p> -<p class="line in4">by whom, when and for what </p> -<p class="line in8">were they crucified. </p> -<p class="line">Embrace then </p> -<p class="line in4">brothers mine— </p> -<p class="line">The least of your brethren. </p> -<p class="line">That your mother may smile again, </p> -<p class="line">Smile through her tears. <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3261">[<a href="#xd31e3261">93</a>]</span></p> -<p class="line">Give blessings to your children </p> -<p class="line in4">with hard toiler’s hands; </p> -<p class="line">With free lips kiss them </p> -<p class="line in4">when they are washed and clad. </p> -<p class="line">Forget the shameful past </p> -<p class="line">And the true glory shall live again, </p> -<p class="line in4">the glory of the Ukraine. </p> -<p class="line">And clear light of day </p> -<p class="line in4">not twilight gloom </p> -<p class="line">Shall gently shine. </p> -<p class="line">Love one another, my brothers, </p> -<p class="line">I pray you—I plead. </p> -</div> -</div> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure p093width"><img src="images/p071.png" alt="Woman carrying yoke with two buckets on shoulder." width="98" height="122"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3283">[<a href="#xd31e3283">94</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="freedom" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e442">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<div class="figure"><img src="images/o079.png" alt="Freedom and Friends" width="631" height="175"></div> -<h2 class="main">Freedom and Friends</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"><i>With his new freedom Shevchenko finds himself in a different world. Not only does -he meet the most brilliant people of the Russian Capital—scientists, artists, generals, -nobles are his intimates. Count Tolstoi and Prince and Princess Repnin are his patrons.</i> -</p> -<p><i>He is introduced, too, in Russian or Polish translations to the great authors of other -lands and times,—Greece and Rome, Germany and Britain offer him their treasures.</i> -</p> -<p><i>To us it is interesting to know that Byron, Walter Scott, and Shakespeare profoundly -influenced him.</i> -</p> -<p><i>But a conflict of spirit now faces him. His worldly interests and his judgment advise -him to go on with his painting. But strange music seems to ring in his ears. It is -the music of his beautiful and suffering Ukraine. Songs seem to come to him from the -wind and he writes them down.</i> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3300">[<a href="#xd31e3300">95</a>]</span></p> -<p><i>They are in the peasant language of the Ukraine.</i> -</p> -<p><i>His ‘Kobzar’ appears in its first edition, with eight poems, in 1840. It is like a -lightning flash through Russia.</i> -</p> -<p><i>Great Russian critics sneered at it, saying it was in the <span class="corr" id="xd31e3310" title="Source: longuage">language</span> of the swineherds. But the whole Ukraine recognized it as the voice of their suppressed -nation. The down-trodden masses of all Russia knew that they had found a spokesman.</i> -</p> -<p><i>Shevchenko was now famous but he had chosen, without knowing it, ‘The Way of the Cross.’</i> -</p> -<p></p> -<div class="figure p095width"><img src="images/p067.png" alt="House with well." width="243" height="91"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3321">[<a href="#xd31e3321">96</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="dream" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e257">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<div class="figure"><img src="images/o030.png" alt="A Dream" width="626" height="154"></div> -<h2 class="main">A Dream</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"><i>This poem was written in 1847 in Siberia. Taken away suddenly from Ukraine, Shevchenko -could not forget his mother land. His beloved Ukraine was very far from him, and he -longed for her even in his dreams. He describes in the poem a dream which he had about -the beauties of the Ukraine, which he had just left and which he never hoped to see -again. The old man of whom he speaks represents the poet himself, who knew the <span id="xd31e3329"></span>miseries of his native land and who desired to spend the last hours of his life there.</i> -</p> -<p></p> -<div class="figure o096width"><img src="images/o096.jpg" alt="Ornament: decorated egg pointing left." width="132" height="83"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3336">[<a href="#xd31e3336">97</a>]</span> -</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Oh my lofty hills— </p> -<p class="line">Yet not so lofty </p> -<p class="line">But beautiful ye are. </p> -<p class="line">Sky-blue in the distance; </p> -<p class="line">Older than old Pereyaslav, </p> -<p class="line">Or the tombs of Vebla, </p> -<p class="line">Like those clouds that rest </p> -<p class="line">Beyond the Dnieper. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">I walk with quiet step, </p> -<p class="line">And watch the wonders peeping out. </p> -<p class="line">Out of the clouds march silently </p> -<p class="line">Scarped cliff and bush and solitary tree; </p> -<p class="line">White cottages creep forth </p> -<p class="line">Like children in white garments, </p> -<p class="line">Playing in the valley’s gloom. </p> -<p class="line">And far below our gray old Cossack, </p> -<p class="line">The Dnieper, sings musically </p> -<p class="line">Amid the woods. </p> -<p class="line">And then beyond the Dnieper on the hillside, </p> -<p class="line">The little Cossack church </p> -<p class="line">Stands like a chapel, </p> -<p class="line">With its leaning cross. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Long it stands there, gazing, waiting, </p> -<p class="line">For the Cossacks from the Delta; </p> -<p class="line">To the Dnieper prattles, </p> -<p class="line">Telling all its woe </p> -<p class="line">From its green-stained windows, </p> -<p class="line">Like eyes of the dead, </p> -<p class="line">It peeps as from the tomb. <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3373">[<a href="#xd31e3373">98</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line">Dost thou look for restoration? </p> -<p class="line">Expect not such glory. </p> -<p class="line">Robbed are thy people. </p> -<p class="line">For what care the wicked lords </p> -<p class="line">For the ancient Cossack fame? </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">And Traktemir above the hill </p> -<p class="line">Scatters its wretched houses </p> -<p class="line">Like a drunken beggar’s bags. </p> -<p class="line">And there is old Manaster </p> -<p class="line">Once a Cossack town. </p> -<p class="line">Is that the one that used to be? </p> -<p class="line">All, all is gone, as a playground for the kings </p> -<p class="line">The land of the Zaporogues and the village </p> -<p class="line">All, all the greedy ones have taken. </p> -<p class="line">And you hills, you permitted it! </p> -<p class="line">May no one look on you more </p> -<p class="line">Cursed ones!—No! No! </p> -<p class="line">Not you I curse, </p> -<p class="line">But our quarreling generals, </p> -<p class="line">And the inhuman Poles. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Forgive me, my lofty ones, </p> -<p class="line">Lofty ones and blue, </p> -<p class="line">Finest in the world, and holiest, </p> -<p class="line">Forgive me, I pray God. </p> -<p class="line">For so I love my poor Ukraina, </p> -<p class="line">I might blaspheme the holy God, </p> -<p class="line">And for her lose my soul. </p> -<p class="line">On a curve of lofty <span class="corr" id="xd31e3408" title="Source: Trektemir">Traktemir</span> </p> -<p class="line">A lonely cottage like an orphan stands, <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3413">[<a href="#xd31e3413">99</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line">Ready to plunge from off the height </p> -<p class="line">To loved Dnieper, far below. </p> -<p class="line">From that house Ukraina is seen, </p> -<p class="line">And all the land of the Hetmans. </p> -<p class="line">Beside the house an old gray father sits. </p> -<p class="line">Beyond the river the sun goes down </p> -<p class="line">As he sits, and looks, and sadly thinks. </p> -<p class="line">“Alas, Alas!” the old man cries, </p> -<p class="line">“Fools, that lost this land of God, </p> -<p class="line">The Hetmans’ land.” </p> -<p class="line">His brow with thought is clouded, </p> -<p class="line">Something bitter he would have said </p> -<p class="line">But did not. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">“Much have I wandered in the world, </p> -<p class="line">In peasant’s coat and garb of lord. </p> -<p class="line">How is it beyond the Ural, </p> -<p class="line">Among the Kirghiz, Tartars? </p> -<p class="line">Good God, even there it is better </p> -<p class="line">Than in our Ukraina. </p> -<p class="line">Perhaps because the Kirghiz </p> -<p class="line">Are not Christians. </p> -<p class="line">Much evil hast thou done, Oh Christ, </p> -<p class="line">Hast changed the people God had made. </p> -<p class="line">Our Cossacks lost their foolish heads </p> -<p class="line">For truth, and the Christian faith. </p> -<p class="line">Much blood they shed, their own and others. </p> -<p class="line">And were they better for it? </p> -<p class="line">Bah! No! They were ten times worse. </p> -<p class="line">Apart from knife and auto-da-fe </p> -<p class="line">They have chained up the people, <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3449">[<a href="#xd31e3449">100</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line">And they kill them. </p> -<p class="line">Oh gentlemen, Christian gentlemen!” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">My grey old man, with sorrow beaten, </p> -<p class="line">Ceased, and bent his brave old head. </p> -<p class="line">The evening sun gilded the woods, </p> -<p class="line">The river and fields were covered with gold. </p> -<p class="line">Mazeppa’s cathedral in whiteness shines; </p> -<p class="line">Great Bogdan’s tomb is gleaming, </p> -<p class="line">The willows bend o’er the road to Kiev, </p> -<p class="line">And hide the Three Brothers’ ancient graves. </p> -<p class="line">Trubail and Alta, mid the reeds </p> -<p class="line">Approach, unite in sisterly embrace. </p> -<p class="line">Everything, everything gladdens the eyes, </p> -<p class="line">But the heart is sad and will not see. </p> -<p class="line">The glowing sun has bade farewell </p> -<p class="line">To the dark land. </p> -<p class="line">The round moon rises with her sister star, </p> -<p class="line">Out they step from behind the clouds. </p> -<p class="line">The clouds rejoiced </p> -<p class="line">But the old man gazed, </p> -<p class="line">And his tears rolled down. </p> -<p class="line">“I pray Thee, merciful God, </p> -<p class="line">Mighty Lord, Heavenly Judge, </p> -<p class="line">Suffer me not to perish; </p> -<p class="line">Grant me strength to overcome my woe. </p> -<p class="line">To live out my life on these sacred hills: </p> -<p class="line">To glorify Thee and rejoice in Thy beauty, </p> -<p class="line">And at last, though beaten by the people’s sins. <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3483">[<a href="#xd31e3483">101</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line">To be buried on these lofty hills, </p> -<p class="line">And to abide on them.” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">He dried his tears, </p> -<p class="line">Hot tears, though not the tears of youth; </p> -<p class="line">And thought on the blessed years of long ago </p> -<p class="line">Where was this? </p> -<p class="line">What, how, and when? </p> -<p class="line">Was it truth, or was it dream? </p> -<p class="line">On what seas have I been sailing? </p> -<p class="line">The green wood in the twilight, </p> -<p class="line">The maiden with eyebrows dark, </p> -<p class="line">The moon at rest among the stars, </p> -<p class="line">The nightingale on the viburnum, </p> -<p class="line">Whether in silence or in song </p> -<p class="line">Praising the Holy God. </p> -<p class="line">And all, all is in Ukraina. </p> -<p class="line">The old man smiled— </p> -<p class="line">Well, it may be—you can’t avoid the truth </p> -<p class="line">So it was—they wooed, </p> -<p class="line">They parted, they did not marry. </p> -<p class="line">She left him to live alone, </p> -<p class="line">To live out his life. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">The old man was sad again, </p> -<p class="line">Wandered long about the house, </p> -<p class="line">Then prayed to God, </p> -<p class="line">Went in the house to sleep, </p> -<p class="line">And the moon was swathed in clouds. </p> -</div> -<p><span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3515">[<a href="#xd31e3515">102</a>]</span></p> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Thus in a foreign land </p> -<p class="line">I dreamed my dream, </p> -<p class="line">As if born again to the world </p> -<p class="line">In freedom once more. </p> -<p class="line">Grant me, Oh God, some time, </p> -<p class="line">In old age, perchance, </p> -<p class="line">To stand again on these stolen hills, </p> -<p class="line">In a little cottage, </p> -<p class="line">To bring my heart eaten out with sorrow </p> -<p class="line">To rest at last, on the hills above the Dnieper. </p> -</div> -</div> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure p102width"><img src="images/p077.png" alt="Weeping willow with boat." width="196" height="242"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3531">[<a href="#xd31e3531">103</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="triumphal" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e449">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<div class="figure"><img src="images/o103.png" alt="A Triumphal March" width="615" height="159"></div> -<h2 class="main">A Triumphal March</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"><i>In 1845 Shevchenko was graduated from the Imperial Academy of Arts at Petersburg. -Shortly after he travelled to the Ukraine, purposing to devote his life to the service -of his own people.</i> -</p> -<p><i>His progress was a triumphal march, a succession of banquets and popular welcomes -and entertainments at the homes of the wealthy.</i> -</p> -<p><i>At Kiev people still remember that the earliest Russian civilization had its beginnings -in the Ukraine. There Christianity first took root, and there were the first Russian -Princes.</i> -</p> -<p><i>Before Shevchenko’s arrival there was organized at Kiev the Society of Cyril and Methodius, -called after the great apostles of Russia, and the leading spirits of the Society -were professors in the University of Kiev.</i> -</p> -<p><i>Into this brilliant company Shevchenko was welcomed. Its leaders became his devoted -friends. A chair of painting in the University was to be established for him.</i> -</p> -<p><i>Most remarkable were the relations between Shevchenko and Professor Kulisch. <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3554">[<a href="#xd31e3554">104</a>]</span>Kulisch was to be married to a great lady, a daughter of one of the nobles of the -country. The poet was invited to the wedding and the bride, in her enthusiasm, actually -kissed his hand. This was an astonishing act of condescension towards one who had -been a serf, but this lady, herself afterwards a famous authoress, cherished the memory -to her dying day.</i> -</p> -<p><i>Shevchenko’s saddest experience in the Ukraine was when he visited his native village -and found his brothers and sisters in serfdom. His dream was to earn enough money -to purchase their freedom, and afterwards to devote his life to the liberation of -the peasantry. The poem—“The Bondwoman’s Dream”—commemorates the poet’s meeting with -his favorite sister, Katherine, working as a slave.</i> -</p> -<p><i>His friends thought he should go to Italy to perfect himself in painting. Madame Kulisch -purposed to sell her family jewels to raise sufficient money to send Shevchenko to -that country. Her husband who was in the plot told Shevchenko that some wealthy person -had contributed the money but he must not ask for the donor’s name.</i> -</p> -<p><i>But on returning to Kiev from the Kulisch home a policeman put his hand on the shoulder -of the poet painter.</i> -</p> -<p><i>The bright dream was ended.</i> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3569">[<a href="#xd31e3569">105</a>]</span> -</p> -<div class="figure p105width"><img src="images/p105.jpg" alt="Shevchenko meets his sister." width="577" height="398"><p class="figureHead">Shevchenko meets his sister.</p> -</div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3574">[<a href="#xd31e3574">106</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="bondwoman" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e264">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">The Bondwoman’s Dream</h2> -<div class="lgouter"> -<p class="line">The slave with sickle </p> -<p class="line in4">reaped the wheat, </p> -<p class="line">Then wearily limped </p> -<p class="line in4">among the stooks; </p> -<p class="line">But not to rest, </p> -<p class="line">Her little son she sought </p> -<p class="line">Who wakened crying </p> -<p class="line in4">in cool nest </p> -<p class="line in8">among the sheaves. </p> -<p class="line">His swaddled limbs unwrapped </p> -<p class="line in4">she nourished him, </p> -<p class="line">Then, dandling him a moment </p> -<p class="line in4">fell asleep. </p> -<p class="line">In dreams she saw </p> -<p class="line in4">her little son, </p> -<p class="line">Her Johnny, grown to man, </p> -<p class="line in4">handsome and rich. </p> -<p class="line">No lonely bachelor </p> -<p class="line in4">but a married man </p> -<p class="line">In freedom it seemed, </p> -<p class="line in4">no longer the landlord’s </p> -<p class="line in8">but his own man. <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3613">[<a href="#xd31e3613">107</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line">And in their own joyous field </p> -<p class="line in4">his wife and he </p> -<p class="line in8">reaped their own wheat, </p> -<p class="line">Their children brought their food. </p> -<p class="line in4">The poor thing </p> -<p class="line in8">laughed in her sleep, </p> -<p class="line">Woke up— </p> -<p class="line in4">a dream indeed it was. </p> -<p class="line">She looked at Johnny, </p> -<p class="line in4">picked him up and swaddled him, </p> -<p class="line">And back to her allotted task; </p> -<p class="line">Sixty stooks her stint. </p> -<p class="line">Perhaps the last of the sixty it was: </p> -<p class="line in4">God grant it. </p> -<p class="line">And God grant </p> -<p class="line in4">this dream of thine </p> -<p class="line in8">may be fulfilled. </p> -</div> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure p107width"><img src="images/p125.png" alt="Ornament: stylished dove." width="241" height="152"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3647">[<a href="#xd31e3647">108</a>]</span> -</p> -<div class="figure p108width"><img src="images/p108.jpg" alt="Shevchenko’s birthplace." width="680" height="380"><p class="figureHead">Shevchenko’s birthplace.</p> -</div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3652">[<a href="#xd31e3652">109</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="sentimental" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e271">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">To the Makers of Sentimental Idyls.</h2> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Did you but know, fine dandy, </p> -<p class="line">The people’s life of misery </p> -<p class="line">You would not use such pretty phrases, </p> -<p class="line">Nor give to God such empty praises. </p> -<p class="line">At our tears you’re laughing, </p> -<p class="line">And our sorrows chaffing, </p> -<p class="line">Slave’s cot in a shady spot— </p> -<p class="line">You call it heaven! Rot! </p> -<p class="line">I lived once in such a shanty, </p> -<p class="line">Of childhood’s tears I shed a plenty, </p> -<p class="line">In bitter sorrows we were wise, </p> -<p class="line">Home that you call paradise. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">No paradise I call thee, </p> -<p class="line">Little cottage in the wood, </p> -<p class="line">With the water pure beside thee </p> -<p class="line">Close by the village rude! </p> -<p class="line">There my mother bore me, </p> -<p class="line">Singing she tended me; </p> -<p class="line">My child’s heart drank in her pain. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Cottage in the shady dell, </p> -<p class="line">Heaven outside, inside hell; <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3683">[<a href="#xd31e3683">110</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line">But slavery there, </p> -<p class="line in4">with labor weary, </p> -<p class="line">Nor time for prayer </p> -<p class="line in4">in life so dreary. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">My mother good to her early grave </p> -<p class="line">Was hurled by sorrows wave on wave. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">The father weeping o’er his young, </p> -<p class="line in6">(little and naked were we), </p> -<p class="line">Sank ’neath the weight of fated wrong </p> -<p class="line">And died in slavery. </p> -<p class="line">The children, we, of home bereft </p> -<p class="line">Like little mice ’mong <span class="corr" id="xd31e3703" title="Source: neigbors">neighbors</span> crept. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Water drawer was I at school, </p> -<p class="line">My brothers toiled ’neath landlord’s rule. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">For my sisters an evil fate must be, </p> -<p class="line">Though little doves they seemed to me; </p> -<p class="line">Into life as serfs they’re born, </p> -<p class="line">And die they must in that lot forlorn. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">I shudder yet, where’er I roam, </p> -<p class="line">When I think of life in that village home. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Evil-doers, Oh God, are we, </p> -<p class="line">An earthly heaven we had from Thee, </p> -<p class="line">Turned it into hell have we, </p> -<p class="line">And a second heaven is now our plea. </p> -</div> -<p><span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3722">[<a href="#xd31e3722">111</a>]</span></p> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Gently we live with our brothers now, </p> -<p class="line">With their lives our fields we plough; </p> -<p class="line">Fields that with their tears are wet, </p> -<p class="line">And yet— </p> -<p class="line">What do we know? </p> -<p class="line in4">yet it seems as if Thou! </p> -<p class="line">(For without Thy will </p> -<p class="line">Should we suffer ill?) </p> -<p class="line">Dost Thou, Oh Father in heaven holy </p> -<p class="line">Laugh at us the poor and lowly? </p> -<p class="line">Advise with them of noble birth </p> -<p class="line">How so cleverly to rule the earth? </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">For see the woods their branches waving, </p> -<p class="line">And there beyond, the white pool gleaming </p> -<p class="line">And willows o’er the water bending, </p> -<p class="line">Garden of Eden it is in sooth, </p> -<p class="line">But of its deeds enquire the truth. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">This wondrous earth should tell a story </p> -<p class="line">Of endless joy, and praise, and glory </p> -<p class="line">To Thee, Oh God, unique and holy. </p> -<p class="line">Unhallowed spot, </p> -<p class="line">Whence praise comes not! </p> -<p class="line">A world of tears where curses rise, </p> -<p class="line">To heaven above the hopeless skies. </p> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure p111width"><img src="images/p008.png" alt="Ornament: cither." width="200" height="62"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3757">[<a href="#xd31e3757">112</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="autocrat" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e456">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">Autocrat Versus Poet</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"><i>Nicholas I was brought up in the traditions of autocracy and believed in them with -all his heart. He hated liberal thought and detested the idea of educating the masses.</i> -</p> -<p><i>Tens of thousands of copies of the New Testament and the Psalter were burned by his -orders. He said such books were for the priests, not for the common people. Incidentally -it may be remarked that the priests had to teach what he wanted or lose their jobs.</i> -</p> -<p><i>To speak against his government, or even to criticize czars who reigned hundreds of -years before him was a crime.</i> -</p> -<p><i>The little band of dreamers who formed the Society of Cyril and Methodius actually -hoped to convert this autocrat, and secure his assistance in freeing the people. They -had visions of a free Confederation of Slavonic states, after the pattern of the United -States of America, but with the czar as head. But they sadly misjudged their man.</i> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3773">[<a href="#xd31e3773">113</a>]</span></p> -<p><i><span class="corr" id="xd31e3776" title="Source: Shechenko">Shevchenko</span> had actually spoken impertinently of the Autocrat in his poems. He refused to retract.</i> -</p> -<p><i>The government really wished to he lenient, if he would only be good and confess that -he had done wrong. But Shevchenko was not of those who are willing to admit that black -is white.</i> -</p> -<p><i>The gloomy autocracy now pronounces his doom—a sort of living death in Siberian barracks. -The czar added to the sentence, with his own hand, the proviso that he should not -be allowed either to write or to paint.</i> -</p> -<p></p> -<div class="figure p113width"><img src="images/p027.png" alt="Three persons resting in field." width="293" height="152"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3790">[<a href="#xd31e3790">114</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="exile" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e282">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<div class="figure"><img src="images/o079.png" alt="A Poem of Exile" width="631" height="175"></div> -<h2 class="main">A Poem of Exile</h2> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">I count in prison the days and nights </p> -<p class="line">And then forget the count. </p> -<p class="line">How heavily, Oh Lord, </p> -<p class="line">Do these days pass! </p> -<p class="line">And the years flow after them, </p> -<p class="line">Quietly they flow, </p> -<p class="line">Bearing with them </p> -<p class="line">Good and ill. </p> -<p class="line">Everything do they gather </p> -<p class="line">Never do they return. </p> -<p class="line">You need not plead, </p> -<p class="line">Your prayers unanswered fall. </p> -<p class="line">Mid oozy swamps </p> -<p class="line in4">among the weeds </p> -<p class="line">Year after weary year </p> -<p class="line in4">has sadly flowed. </p> -<p class="line">Much of something have they taken </p> -<p class="line">From dark store-house of my heart; </p> -<p class="line">Borne it quietly to the sea, </p> -<p class="line in4">As quietly the sea swallowed it. </p> -<p class="line">Not gold and silver </p> -<p class="line in4">Did they take from me, </p> -<p class="line">But good years of mine </p> -<p class="line in4">Freighted with loneliness, <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3829">[<a href="#xd31e3829">115</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line">Sorrows written on the heart </p> -<p class="line in4">With unseen pen. </p> -<p class="line">And a fourth year passes </p> -<p class="line in4">So gently, so slowly, </p> -<p class="line">The fourth book </p> -<p class="line in4">of my imprisonment </p> -<p class="line">I start to stitch up, </p> -<p class="line">Embroidering it with tears </p> -<p class="line in4">Of homesickness </p> -<p class="line in8">in a foreign land. </p> -<p class="line">Yet such woe </p> -<p class="line in4">tells itself not in words. </p> -<p class="line">Never, never </p> -<p class="line in4">in the wide world. </p> -<p class="line">In far away captivity </p> -<p class="line in4">There are no words </p> -<p class="line">Not even tears, </p> -<p class="line in4">Just nothingness; </p> -<p class="line">Not even God above thee, </p> -<p class="line">Nothing is there to see, </p> -<p class="line">None with whom to speak, </p> -<p class="line">Not even desire for life. </p> -<p class="line">Yet thou must live! </p> -<p class="line">I must! I must! </p> -<p class="line in4">But for what? </p> -<p class="line">That I may not lose my soul? </p> -<p class="line">My soul is not worth </p> -<p class="line in4">such suffering! </p> -<p class="line">Then why must I live on </p> -<p class="line in4">in the world, <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3875">[<a href="#xd31e3875">116</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line">Drag these fetters </p> -<p class="line in4">in my jail? </p> -<p class="line">Because, perchance, </p> -<p class="line in4">my own Ukraine </p> -<p class="line">I shall see again. </p> -<p class="line">Again I shall pour out </p> -<p class="line in4">my words of sorrow </p> -<p class="line">To the green groves </p> -<p class="line in4">and rich meadows. </p> -<p class="line">No family have I of my own </p> -<p class="line in4">in all Ukraine, </p> -<p class="line">Yet the people there </p> -<p class="line in4">are different from these foreigners </p> -<p class="line">I would walk again </p> -<p class="line in4">among the bright villages </p> -<p class="line">On the Dnieper’s banks </p> -<p class="line in4">and sing my thoughts </p> -<p class="line in8">gentle and sad. </p> -<p class="line">Grant me, </p> -<p class="line in4">Oh God of mercy </p> -<p class="line">That I may live </p> -<p class="line in4">to see again </p> -<p class="line">Those green meadows, </p> -<p class="line in4">those ancestral tombs. </p> -<p class="line">If Thou wilt not grant this, </p> -<p class="line in4">Yet bear my tears </p> -<p class="line">To my Ukraine. </p> -<p class="line in4">Because, God, </p> -<p class="line">I die for her. </p> -<p class="line">It may be that I shall lie </p> -<p class="line in4">more lightly in foreign soil <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3926">[<a href="#xd31e3926">117</a>]</span></p> -<p class="line">When sometimes in Ukraine </p> -<p class="line in4">they speak of my memory. </p> -<p class="line">Carry my tears then </p> -<p class="line in4">Oh God of loving kindness, </p> -<p class="line">Or at least </p> -<p class="line in4">send hope into my soul. </p> -<p class="line">I can think no more </p> -<p class="line in4">with my poor head, </p> -<p class="line">For coldness of death </p> -<p class="line in4">comes on me </p> -<p class="line">When I think that they may </p> -<p class="line in4">bury me in foreign soil </p> -<p class="line">And bury my thoughts with me </p> -<p class="line in4">And none tell about me </p> -<p class="line in8">in the Ukraine. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">And yet it may be </p> -<p class="line in4">that gently through the years </p> -<p class="line">My tear-embroidered songs </p> -<p class="line in4">shall fly sometime </p> -<p class="line">And fall </p> -<p class="line in4">as dew upon the ground </p> -<p class="line">On the tender heart of youth, </p> -<p class="line">And youth shall nod assent. </p> -<p class="line">And weep for me </p> -<p class="line">Making mention of me in its prayers. </p> -<p class="line">Well, as it will be </p> -<p class="line in4">so it will be. </p> -<p class="line">Perhaps ’twill swim </p> -<p class="line in4">Perhaps ’twill wade </p> -<p class="line">Yet even if they crucify me for it </p> -<p class="line">I’ll still write my verses. </p> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3975">[<a href="#xd31e3975">118</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="siberian" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e463">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<div class="figure"><img src="images/o067.png" alt="Siberian Exile" width="628" height="155"></div> -<h2 class="main">Siberian Exile</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"><i>Now-a-days we have many discussions and searchings of heart over the question of prisons -and the purpose of punishment. I doubt if the autocracy suffered many qualms of conscience -in such matters. It was simply an affair of silencing a dangerous voice and disciplining -an unruly subject.</i> -</p> -<p><i>They were too humane to put him to death, they merely sought to crush his spirit. -But the Slav spirit is hard to crush. It may brood and smoulder long, but sometime -or other it will burst out in flames.</i> -</p> -<p><i>In the case of Shevchenko another influence may be seen at work. In his ragged youth, -when acting as assistant to a drunken church singer he gained at least one thing. -That was a familiarity with the Psalter and the Hebrew prophets. The deep religious -fire of the Hebrew seems fused with his own irrepressible native genius to form a -spirit that could not be subdued.</i> -</p> -<p><i>They tried to make a soldier of him but he could not or would not learn the tricks -of the soldier’s trade.</i> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e3991">[<a href="#xd31e3991">119</a>]</span></p> -<p><i>They forbade him to write but he wrote verses secretly and concealed them.</i> -</p> -<p><i>Occasionally a humane commander would relax the severity of the rules. One governor -allowed him as a hidden favor the reading of the Bible and Shakespeare.</i> -</p> -<p><i>At another time he was taken with a scientific expedition to the Sea of Aral, and -employed in the congenial task of painting the wild scenery of that part.</i> -</p> -<p><i>At other times again the severity would be redoubled and pen, ink and paper would -be forbidden. Through it all his love and sorrow for his native land increased. Only -the remembrance of Ukraine kept him alive.</i> -</p> -<p><i>Ten years of Siberia changed the gay young artist of bright eyes and abundant locks -to a gray-bearded, bald-headed old man on whom Death had set his seal.</i> -</p> -<p><i>But his spirit was still unconquered. At the end of his imprisonment he wrote the -“Goddess of Fame” and the “Hymn of the Nuns” to show it.</i> -</p> -<p></p> -<div class="figure p119width"><img src="images/p067.png" alt="House with well." width="243" height="91"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e4015">[<a href="#xd31e4015">120</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="memories" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e289">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">Memories of Freedom</h2> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Memories of Freedom </p> -<p class="line">Bring sweet sadness to the exile’s heart </p> -<p class="line">And so lost liberty of mine </p> -<p class="line">I dream of thee. </p> -<p class="line">Never hast thou seemed to me </p> -<p class="line">So fresh and young </p> -<p class="line">And so surpassing fair </p> -<p class="line">As now in this foreign land. </p> -<p class="line">Alas! Alas! </p> -<p class="line">Freedom that I sang away </p> -<p class="line">Look at me from o’er the Dnieper, </p> -<p class="line">Smile at me from there. </p> -<p class="line">And thou my only love </p> -<p class="line">Risest o’er the sea so far. </p> -<p class="line">In the mist thy face appears </p> -<p class="line">Like the evening star. </p> -<p class="line">With thee, my only one </p> -<p class="line">Thou bring’st my youthful years. </p> -<p class="line">Before me like a sea— </p> -<p class="line">Hamlets fair in broad array, </p> -<p class="line">Cherry orchards, joyous crowds. </p> -<p class="line">This the village, This the people </p> -<p class="line">Who once as brothers </p> -<p class="line">Welcomed me. </p> -<p class="line">Mother! Dear old mother! </p> -<p class="line">Home of memories fond! </p> -<p class="line">Happy guests of days gone by! <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e4051">[<a href="#xd31e4051">121</a>]</span></p> -<p class="line">Who gathered there in days gone by </p> -<p class="line">Simply to dance in the good old way </p> -<p class="line">From evening light till dawn. </p> -<p class="line">Do sun-burned youth </p> -<p class="line">And happy maidenhood </p> -<p class="line">Still dance in the dear old home? </p> -<p class="line">And thou, sweetheart of mine, </p> -<p class="line">Thou heartsease of mine, </p> -<p class="line">My sacred, dark-eyed one! </p> -<p class="line">Still amongst them dost thou walk </p> -<p class="line">Silent and proud? </p> -<p class="line">And with those blue-black eyes </p> -<p class="line">Still dost bewitch </p> -<p class="line in4">the peoples’ souls? </p> -<p class="line">Still as of old </p> -<p class="line">Do they admire in vain </p> -<p class="line">Thy supple form? </p> -<p class="line">Goddess mine! fate of mine! </p> -<p class="line">How wee maidens </p> -<p class="line">Gather round thee, </p> -<p class="line">Chirping and prattling </p> -<p class="line">In the good old way. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Perchance, unwittingly, </p> -<p class="line">The children remember me, </p> -<p class="line">One makes a little jest of me. </p> -<p class="line">Smile, my heart! </p> -<p class="line">Just a little, little smile </p> -<p class="line">That no one sees. </p> -<p class="line">That’s all. I, worse luck! </p> -<p class="line">Must pray to God in jail. </p> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pageNum" id="xd31e4086">[<a href="#xd31e4086">122</a>]</span></p> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p></p> -<div class="figure p121width"><img src="images/p121.jpg" alt="A Scene from Siberia. Shevchenko’s painting." width="720" height="383"><p class="figureHead">A Scene from Siberia. Shevchenko’s painting.</p> -</div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e4091">[<a href="#xd31e4091">123</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="memories2" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e296">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">Memories of an Exile</h2> -<div class="lgouter"> -<p class="line">Memories of mine, </p> -<p class="line in4">Memories of home, </p> -<p class="line">Sole wealth of mine, </p> -<p class="line in4">Where’er I roam. </p> -<p class="line">When sorrows lower </p> -<p class="line">In evil hour </p> -<p class="line">And griefs o’ertake me </p> -<p class="line">You’ll not forsake me </p> -<p class="line in4">From the land of my early loves </p> -<p class="line">You will fly like grey-winged doves </p> -<p class="line">From broad Dnieper’s shore </p> -<p class="line">O’er the steppes to soar. </p> -<p class="line">Here the Kirghiz Tartars </p> -<p class="line">Dwell naked in poverty. </p> -<p class="line">They’re wretched as martyrs </p> -<p class="line">Yet this is their liberty; </p> -<p class="line">To God they may pray </p> -<p class="line">And none say them nay. </p> -<p class="line">Will you but fly to meet me, </p> -<p class="line">With gentle words </p> -<p class="line in4">I’ll greet ye. </p> -<p class="line">Of my heart </p> -<p class="line in4">ye children dear </p> -<p class="line">O’er past loves </p> -<p class="line in4">we’ll shed a tear. </p> -</div> -<p><span class="pageNum" id="xd31e4129">[<a href="#xd31e4129">124</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="death" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e305">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">Death of the Soul</h2> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">As the nights pass, so pass the days, </p> -<p class="line">The year itself passes. </p> -<p class="line">Again I hear the rustling </p> -<p class="line in4">of autumn leaves. </p> -<p class="line">The light of the eyes is fading, </p> -<p class="line">Memory is in the heart asleep. </p> -<p class="line">Everything sleeps, </p> -<p class="line in4">and I know not </p> -<p class="line">If I live or am already dead. </p> -<p class="line">For so, aimless </p> -<p class="line in4">I wander in the world </p> -<p class="line">No longer weep nor laugh. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Fate, where art thou? </p> -<p class="line in4">Fate, where art thou? </p> -<p class="line">There’s none of any sort! </p> -<p class="line">Dost grudge me good fate, </p> -<p class="line in4">Oh God, </p> -<p class="line">Then send it bad, as bad. </p> -<p class="line">Leave me not </p> -<p class="line in4">to a walking sleep. </p> -<p class="line">With heart like bears’ </p> -<p class="line in4">in wintry den, </p> -<p class="line">Nor yet like rotten log </p> -<p class="line in4">on earth to lie; </p> -<p class="line">But give me to live, <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e4171">[<a href="#xd31e4171">125</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line in4">with the heart to live, </p> -<p class="line">And love the people. </p> -<p class="line">If you won’t </p> -<p class="line in4">Let me curse them </p> -<p class="line">and burn up the world. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Terrible it is to fall </p> -<p class="line in4">into dungeons </p> -<p class="line">Yet much worse—to sleep </p> -<p class="line">And sleep and sleep </p> -<p class="line in4">in freedom; </p> -<p class="line">To slumber for an eternity </p> -<p class="line">And leave not a footprint behind. </p> -<p class="line">All alike— </p> -<p class="line in4">whether one lives or dies. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Fate where art thou? </p> -<p class="line in4">Fate where art thou? </p> -<p class="line">There’s none of any sort! </p> -<p class="line">Dost grudge me good fate, Oh God, </p> -<p class="line">Then give me bad, as bad. </p> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure p125width"><img src="images/p125.png" alt="Ornament: stylished dove." width="241" height="152"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e4204">[<a href="#xd31e4204">126</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="hymn" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e312">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">Hymn of Exile</h2> -<div class="lgouter"> -<p class="line">The sun goes down beyond the hill, </p> -<p class="line">The shadows darken, birds are still; </p> -<p class="line">From fields no more come toiler’s voices </p> -<p class="line">In blissful rest the world rejoices. </p> -<p class="line">With lifted heart I, gazing stand, </p> -<p class="line">Seek shady grove in Ukraine’s land. </p> -<p class="line">Uplifted thus, ’mid memories fond </p> -<p class="line">My heart finds rest, o’er the hills beyond. </p> -<p class="line">On fields and woods the darkness falls </p> -<p class="line">From heaven blue a bright star calls, </p> -<p class="line">The tears fall down. Oh, evening star! </p> -<p class="line">Hast thou appeared in Ukraine far? </p> -<p class="line">In that fair land do sweet eyes seek thee </p> -<p class="line">Dear eyes that once were wont to greet me? </p> -<p class="line">Have eyes forgotten their tryst to keep? </p> -<p class="line">Oh then, in slumber let them sleep </p> -<p class="line">No longer o’er my fate to weep. </p> -</div> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure p126width"><img src="images/p076.png" alt="Farmer’s house with well." width="295" height="160"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e4231">[<a href="#xd31e4231">127</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="returning" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e470">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<div class="figure"><img src="images/o068-1.jpg" alt="Returning Home" width="431" height="121"></div> -<h2 class="main">Returning Home</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"><i>After a while a new <span class="corr" id="xd31e4239" title="Source: Ceasar">Caesar</span> came to the throne, a man who was thought to have liberal tendencies.</i> -</p> -<p><i>Shevchenko’s friends at once busied themselves with efforts for his release. Finally -amnesty was granted. Count Tolstoi, on receiving the news late at night, hastened -to waken his household and there was a family jubilation.</i> -</p> -<p><i>But the new autocrat, though somewhat benevolently inclined, was also a little bit -suspicious. The banished poet was a pretty dangerous character. He had even disturbed -the conscience of autocracy itself, hence he was only allowed to approach his home -country by degrees. Finally he was allowed to reside in Petrograd and later even in -Ukraine, welcomed everywhere by loving and pitying friends.</i> -</p> -<p><i>His wish for his old age was to inhabit a little cottage on the Dnieper’s banks. For -this purpose he purchased a piece of land on one of those hills so often referred -to in his poems.</i> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e4252">[<a href="#xd31e4252">128</a>]</span></p> -<p><i>Death came too soon, however, but the property served as the site of his last resting -place. He died at Petrograd but in the spring his remains were carried the long distance -to his old home. A mourning people lined the way.</i> -</p> -<p><i>Only a couple of days after the poet’s death, appeared the ukase of the czar proclaiming -the abolition of serfdom. To the common people it seemed that their peasant poet, -by his songs and his sufferings, had been the prime cause of their new freedom.</i> -</p> -<p><i>No speeches were allowed at the interment on the hill above the Dnieper but there -were many people and many wreaths of flowers.</i> -</p> -<p><i>One wreath, deposited by a lady, expressed more than anything else the common feeling. -That wreath was a crown of thorns.</i> -</p> -<p></p> -<div class="figure p127width"><img src="images/p066.png" alt="Person kneeling in near bullock cart." width="324" height="149"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e4269">[<a href="#xd31e4269">129</a>]</span> -</p> -<p></p> -<div class="figure p129width"><img src="images/p129.jpg" alt="Taras Shevchenko." width="506" height="720"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e4275">[<a href="#xd31e4275">130</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="eleventh" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e323">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">On the Eleventh Psalm</h2> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Merciful God, how few </p> -<p class="line">Good folk remain on earth. </p> -<p class="line">Behold, each one in heart </p> -<p class="line">Is setting snares for another. </p> -<p class="line">But with fine words, </p> -<p class="line">And lips honey-sweet </p> -<p class="line">They kiss—and wait </p> -<p class="line">To see how soon </p> -<p class="line">Their brother to his grave </p> -<p class="line">Will find his way. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">But Thou who art Lord alone </p> -<p class="line">Shuttest up the evil lips, </p> -<p class="line">That great-speaking tongue </p> -<p class="line">That says:— </p> -<p class="line in4">“No trifling thing are we, </p> -<p class="line">How glorious shall we show </p> -<p class="line">In intellect and speech. </p> -<p class="line">Who is that Lord </p> -<p class="line in4">that will forbid </p> -<p class="line">Our thoughts and words?” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Yea, the Lord shall say to Thee </p> -<p class="line">“I shall arise, this day </p> -<p class="line">On their behalf— </p> -<p class="line in4">People of mine in chains, <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e4310">[<a href="#xd31e4310">131</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line">The poor and humble ones </p> -<p class="line in4">These will I glorify. </p> -<p class="line">Little, dumb and slaves are they, </p> -<p class="line">Yet on guard about them </p> -<p class="line in4">Will I set my Word.” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Like trampled grass </p> -<p class="line">Shall perish your thoughts </p> -<p class="line">And words alike. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Like silver, hammered, beaten, </p> -<p class="line">Seven times melted o’er the fire, </p> -<p class="line">Are thy words, Oh Lord. </p> -<p class="line">Scatter these holy words of Thine, </p> -<p class="line">O’er all the earth, </p> -<p class="line">That Thy children </p> -<p class="line in4">little and poor </p> -<p class="line">May believe in miracles on earth. </p> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure o131width"><img src="images/o131.png" alt="Ornament: dove with laurel." width="93" height="123"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e4337">[<a href="#xd31e4337">132</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="prayer1" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e330">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">Prayer I.</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure o132-1width"><img src="images/o081-2.png" alt="Ornament." width="81" height="22"></div><p> -</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">To Tsars and kings </p> -<p class="line">who tax the world, </p> -<p class="line">Send dollars and ducats, </p> -<p class="line">And fetters well-forged. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">To toiling heads and toiling hands, </p> -<p class="line">Laboring on these stolen lands </p> -<p class="line">Endurance and strength. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">To me, my God, on this sad earth, </p> -<p class="line">Give me but love, </p> -<p class="line in4">the heart’s paradise </p> -<p class="line">And nothing more. </p> -</div> -</div> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure o132-2width"><img src="images/o132.png" alt="Ornament." width="63" height="173"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e4365">[<a href="#xd31e4365">133</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#toc">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">Prayer II.</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure o133-1width"><img src="images/o081-2.png" alt="Ornament." width="81" height="22"></div><p> -</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">My prayer for the Tsars, </p> -<p class="line in4">These <span class="corr" id="xd31e4378" title="Source: traffiickers">traffickers</span> in blood, </p> -<p class="line">That Thou on them would’st put </p> -<p class="line in4">Fetters of iron, in dungeons deep. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">My prayer for the peoples </p> -<p class="line in6">toiling long, </p> -<p class="line">Do Thou to them </p> -<p class="line in10">on their ravaged lands, </p> -<p class="line">Send down Thy strength </p> -<p class="line in8">most merciful One. </p> -<p class="line">And for the pure in heart </p> -<p class="line in4">Grant angel guards beside them, </p> -<p class="line">To keep them pure. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">And for myself, Oh Lord, </p> -<p class="line">I ask nought else </p> -<p class="line">But truth on earth to love, </p> -<p class="line">And one true friend </p> -<p class="line in8">to love me. </p> -</div> -</div> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure o133-2width"><img src="images/o008.png" alt="Ornament." width="54" height="38"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e4409">[<a href="#xd31e4409">134</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#toc">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">Prayer III.</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure o134-1width"><img src="images/o081-2.png" alt="Ornament." width="81" height="22"></div><p> -</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">For those that have done wrong to me, </p> -<p class="line">No longer do I fetters ask, </p> -<p class="line">Nor dungeons deep. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">For hands that faithful toil for good </p> -<p class="line">Send Thy instructions’ gracious aid, </p> -<p class="line">And Holy strength. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">For tender ones, </p> -<p class="line in8">the pure in heart </p> -<p class="line">Do Thou, Oh God, </p> -<p class="line in8">their virtue save </p> -<p class="line">With angel’s guard. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">For all Thy children on this earth </p> -<p class="line">May they Thy wisdom </p> -<p class="line in6">know alike, </p> -<p class="line">In brother love. </p> -</div> -</div> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure o134-2width"><img src="images/o134.png" alt="Ornament." width="62" height="121"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e4444">[<a href="#xd31e4444">135</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#toc">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">Prayer IV.</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure o135-1width"><img src="images/o081-2.png" alt="Ornament." width="81" height="22"></div><p> -</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">To those of the ever-greedy eyes, </p> -<p class="line">Gods of earth, <span class="corr" id="xd31e4458" title="Source: The">the</span> Tsars, </p> -<p class="line">Are the ploughs and the ships, </p> -<p class="line">And all good things of earth </p> -<p class="line">For these little gods. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">To toiling hands, </p> -<p class="line">To toiling brains </p> -<p class="line">Is given to plough the barren field, </p> -<p class="line">To think, to sow, and take no rest </p> -<p class="line">And reap the fields anon. </p> -<p class="line">Such the reward of toiling hands. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">For the true-hearted lowly ones, </p> -<p class="line">Peace-loving saints, </p> -<p class="line">Oh, Creator of heaven and earth, </p> -<p class="line">Give long life on earth, </p> -<p class="line">And paradise beyond. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">All good things of earth </p> -<p class="line">Are for these gods, the Tsars, </p> -<p class="line">Ploughs and ships, </p> -<p class="line">All wealth of earth </p> -<p class="line">For us—good <span class="corr" id="xd31e4484" title="Source: lack">luck</span>! </p> -<p class="line">Is left to love our brothers. </p> -</div> -</div> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure o135-2width"><img src="images/o135.png" alt="Ornament." width="121" height="43"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e4492">[<a href="#xd31e4492">136</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="mighty" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e341">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<div class="figure"><img src="images/o103.png" alt="Mighty Wind" width="615" height="159"></div> -<h2 class="main">Mighty Wind</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure o136width"><img src="images/o081-2.png" alt="Ornament." width="81" height="22"></div><p> -</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Mighty wind, mighty wind! </p> -<p class="line in2">With the sea thou speakest; </p> -<p class="line">Waken it, play with it, </p> -<p class="line in2">Question the blue sea. </p> -<p class="line">It knows where my lover is, </p> -<p class="line in2">Far away it bore him. </p> -<p class="line">It will tell, the sea will tell, </p> -<p class="line in2">What it has done with him. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">If it has drowned my darling, </p> -<p class="line in2">Beat on the blue sea. </p> -<p class="line">I go to seek my loved one, </p> -<p class="line in2">And to drown my woe. </p> -<p class="line">If I find him, I’ll cling to him, </p> -<p class="line in2">On his heart I’ll faint. </p> -<p class="line">Then waves bear me with him </p> -<p class="line in2">Where’er the winds do blow. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">If my lover is beyond the sea, </p> -<p class="line in2">Mighty wind, thou knowest </p> -<p class="line">Where he goes, what he does, </p> -<p class="line in2">With him thou speakest. <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e4535">[<a href="#xd31e4535">137</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line">If he weeps, then I shall weep, </p> -<p class="line in2">If not, I sing. </p> -<p class="line">If my dark-haired one has perished, </p> -<p class="line in2">I shall perish, too. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Then bear my soul away </p> -<p class="line in2">Where my loved one is, </p> -<p class="line">Plant me as a red viburnum </p> -<p class="line in2">On his tomb. </p> -<p class="line">Better that an orphan lie </p> -<p class="line in2">In a stranger’s field, </p> -<p class="line">Over him his sweetheart </p> -<p class="line in2">Will bud and bloom. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">As a blossom of viburnum </p> -<p class="line in2">Over him I’ll bloom, </p> -<p class="line">That foreign sun may burn him not, </p> -<p class="line in2">Nor strangers trample on his tomb. </p> -<p class="line">At even I’ll grieve, </p> -<p class="line in2">In the morning I’ll weep. </p> -<p class="line">The sun comes up, </p> -<p class="line in2">My tears I’ll dry, </p> -<p class="line">And no one sees. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Mighty wind, mighty wind! </p> -<p class="line in2">With the sea thou speakest. </p> -<p class="line">Waken it, play on it, </p> -<p class="line in2">Question the blue sea. </p> -</div> -</div> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure o137width"><img src="images/o137.png" alt="Ornament." width="103" height="45"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e4581">[<a href="#xd31e4581">138</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="fairy" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e348">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">The Water Fairy</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure o138width"><img src="images/o081-2.png" alt="Ornament." width="81" height="22"></div><p> -</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Me my mother bore </p> -<p class="line in2">’Mid lofty palace walls, </p> -<p class="line">Me at midnight hour </p> -<p class="line in2">In Dnieper’s flood she bathed; </p> -<p class="line">And bathing, she murmured </p> -<p class="line in2">Over little me: </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line in4">“Swim, swim, little maid, </p> -<p class="line in4">Adown the Dnieper water, </p> -<p class="line in4">You’ll swim out a fairy </p> -<p class="line in4">Next midnight, my daughter. </p> -<p class="line in4">I go to dance with him, </p> -<p class="line in4">My faithless lover; </p> -<p class="line in4">You’ll come and lure him </p> -<p class="line in4">Into the river. </p> -<p class="line in4">No more shall he laugh at me, </p> -<p class="line in4">At my tears out-flowing, </p> -<p class="line in4">But o’er him the Dnieper </p> -<p class="line in4"><span class="corr" id="xd31e4625" title="Source: It’s">Its</span> blue water is rolling. </p> -<p class="line in4">Swim out, my only one, </p> -<p class="line in4">He will come to dance with thee. </p> -<p class="line in4">Waves, waves, little waves, </p> -<p class="line in6">Greet ye the water fairy.” </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Sadly she cried and ran away, </p> -<p class="line">As I floated down the stream. <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e4640">[<a href="#xd31e4640">139</a>]</span></p> -<p class="line">But sister fairies met me, </p> -<p class="line">I grew as in a dream. </p> -<p class="line">A week, and I dance at midnight, </p> -<p class="line">And watch from the water pools. </p> -<p class="line">What does my sinful mother? </p> -<p class="line">Lives she still in shameful pleasure, </p> -<p class="line">With him, the faithless lord? </p> -<p class="line">Thus the fairy whispered, </p> -<p class="line">Then like diving bird she dropped </p> -<p class="line">Back in the stream, </p> -<p class="line">And the willows bowed above her. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">The mother comes to walk by the river side. </p> -<p class="line">’Tis weary in the palace, </p> -<p class="line">And the lord is not at home. </p> -<p class="line in2">She comes to the bank, thinks of her little one </p> -<p class="line">Whom she plunged in with muttered charms. </p> -<p class="line in2">What matters it? She would go back to the palace, </p> -<p class="line">But no, <span class="corr" id="xd31e4664" title="Source: her’s">hers</span> is another fate. </p> -<p class="line in2">She noticed not how the river maidens hastened </p> -<p class="line">Till they caught her, and tickled her ’mid laughter. </p> -<p class="line in2">Joyfully they caught her, and played and tickled her, </p> -<p class="line">And put her in a basket net </p> -<p class="line in2">(Unto her death). </p> -<p class="line">And then they roared and laughed; </p> -<p class="line">But one little fairy did not laugh. </p> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pageNum" id="xd31e4678">[<a href="#xd31e4678">140</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="nuns" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e359">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">Hymn of the Nuns</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure o140width"><img src="images/o081-2.png" alt="Ornament." width="81" height="22"></div><p> -</p> -<p class="small">Shevchenko had heard a story of nuns in a convent conveying <span class="corr" id="xd31e4687" title="Source: messeges">messages</span> to one another interspersed in the words of the religious service. The <span class="corr" id="xd31e4690" title="Source: messeges">messages</span> were to the effect that company was coming that night and there would be music and -dancing. Hence this sardonically humorous poem. -</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Strike lightning above this house, </p> -<p class="line">This house of God where we are dying, </p> -<p class="line">Where we think lightly of Thee, God, </p> -<p class="line">And, thinking lightly, sing </p> -<p class="line in8">Hallelujah. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Were it not for Thee, </p> -<p class="line in8">we had loved men; </p> -<p class="line">Had courted and married, </p> -<p class="line">Brought up children, </p> -<p class="line">Taught them and sung </p> -<p class="line in8">Hallelujah. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Thou hast cheated us, </p> -<p class="line in12">poor wretches! </p> -<p class="line">And we, defrauded and unlucky, </p> -<p class="line">Ourselves have fooled Thee, </p> -<p class="line">And howled and sung: Hallelujah. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">With barber’s shears hast put us in this nunnery, </p> -<p class="line">And we—young women still— </p> -<p class="line">We dance and sing, </p> -<p class="line">And singing say: Hallelujah. </p> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pageNum" id="xd31e4722">[<a href="#xd31e4722">141</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="goddess" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e366">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">To the Goddess of Fame</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure o141width"><img src="images/o081-2.png" alt="Ornament." width="81" height="22"></div><p> -</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Hail, thou barmaid slovenly, </p> -<p class="line">Stagg’ring like fish-wife drunkenly; </p> -<p class="line">Where the dickens dost thou stay, </p> -<p class="line">With thy stock of haloes, pray? </p> -<p class="line">Was it on credit thou gavest one </p> -<p class="line">To the thief of Versailles, that Corsican? </p> -<p class="line">Perhaps now thou’rt whispering in some fellow’s ear; </p> -<p class="line">And all because of boredom or beer. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Come then awhile with me to lodge, </p> -<p class="line">Fondly, together, trouble we’ll dodge. </p> -<p class="line">With a smack and a kiss </p> -<p class="line in12">This dreary weather, </p> -<p class="line">Let’s make a bargain </p> -<p class="line in12">to live together. </p> -<p class="line">Thou’rt a painted queen </p> -<p class="line in12">with manners free, </p> -<p class="line">Yet in thy company </p> -<p class="line in12">I’d gladly be. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">What though thou holdest </p> -<p class="line in12">thy nose in air, </p> -<p class="line">Dancest in barrooms </p> -<p class="line in12">with kings at a fair; <span class="pageNum" id="xd31e4761">[<a href="#xd31e4761">142</a>]</span> </p> -<p class="line">And most with that chap </p> -<p class="line in12">they call the Tsar; </p> -<p class="line">Still that’s no bother, </p> -<p class="line in12">thy stock’s still at par. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Come, my dear, make haste to me, </p> -<p class="line">Let me have a look at thee; </p> -<p class="line">Bestow on me a little smile, </p> -<p class="line">’Neath thy bright wings </p> -<p class="line in12">I’d rest a while. </p> -</div> -</div> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure o142width"><img src="images/o142.png" alt="Ornament." width="66" height="90"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e4780">[<a href="#xd31e4780">143</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="iconoclasm" class="div1 chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e380">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">Iconoclasm</h2> -<div class="lgouter"> -<p class="line">Bright light, peaceful light, </p> -<p class="line">Free light, light unbound! </p> -<p class="line">What is this, brother light? </p> -<p class="line">In thy warm home thou’rt found </p> -<p class="line">By censers smoked, </p> -<p class="line">By priests’ robes choked, </p> -<p class="line">Fettered and fooled </p> -<p class="line">And by <span class="corr" id="xd31e4794" title="Source: Ikons">Icons</span> ruled. </p> -<p class="line">Yield thee not in the fight, </p> -<p class="line">Waken up, brother light! </p> -<p class="line">Shed thy pure rays </p> -<p class="line">On mankind’s ways. </p> -<p class="line">All priestly robes in rags we’ll tear </p> -<p class="line">And light our pipes from censers rare, </p> -<p class="line">With <span class="corr" id="xd31e4806" title="Source: Ikons">Icons</span> now the flames will roar, </p> -<p class="line">With holy brooms we’ll sweep the floor. </p> -</div> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure o143width"><img src="images/o143.png" alt="Ornament." width="115" height="45"></div><p> -<span class="pageNum" id="xd31e4814">[<a href="#xd31e4814">144</a>]</span> </p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="testament" class="div1 last-child chapter"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#xd31e387">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">My Testament</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure o144width"><img src="images/o007-1.png" alt="Ornament." width="53" height="33"></div><p> -</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">When I die, remember, lay me </p> -<p class="line in2">Lowly in the silent tomb, </p> -<p class="line">Where the prairie stretches free, </p> -<p class="line in2">Sweet Ukraine, my cherished home. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">There, ’mid meadows’ grassy sward, </p> -<p class="line in2">Dnieper’s waters pouring </p> -<p class="line">May be seen and may be heard, </p> -<p class="line in2">Mighty in their roaring. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">When from Ukraine waters bear </p> -<p class="line in2">Rolling to the sea so far </p> -<p class="line">Foeman’s blood, no longer there </p> -<p class="line in2">Stay I where my ashes are. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Grass and hills I’ll leave and fly. </p> -<p class="line in2">Unto throne of God I’ll go, </p> -<p class="line">There in heaven to pray on high, </p> -<p class="line in2">But, till then, no God I know. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Standing then about my grave, </p> -<p class="line in2">Make ye haste, your fetters tear! </p> -<p class="line">Sprinkled with the foeman’s blood </p> -<p class="line in2">Then shall rise your freedom fair. </p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Then shall spring a kinship great, </p> -<p class="line in2">This a family new and free. </p> -<p class="line">Sometimes in your glorious state, </p> -<p class="line in2">Gently, kindly, speak of me. </p> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pageNum" id="xd31e4865">[<a href="#xd31e4865">145</a>]</span></p> -<p></p> -<div class="figure p145width"><img src="images/p145.jpg" alt="First Burial Mound of the Poet." width="720" height="456"><p class="figureHead">First Burial Mound of the Poet.</p> -</div><p> -</p> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="back"> -<div class="div1 advertisement"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#toc">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divHead"> -<div class="lgouter"> -<p class="line">„<span lang="uk" class="cyrl">Мово рідна, слово рідне,</span> </p> -<p class="line"><span lang="uk" class="cyrl">Хто вас забуває,</span> </p> -<p class="line"><span lang="uk" class="cyrl">Той у грудях не серденько</span> </p> -<p class="line"><span lang="uk" class="cyrl">А лиш камінь має …</span>” </p> -</div> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure harvestwidth"><img src="images/harvest.png" alt="Woman with rake and scythe dancing on field with flowers and grain." width="529" height="720"></div><p> -</p> -<p class="center"><span lang="uk" class="cyrl">Пишіть по наш Ілюстрований Катальоґ.</span> -</p> -<p class="center xxl">Ukrainska Knyharnia -</p> -<p class="center xl">Ukrainian Booksellers & Publishers Ltd. -</p> -<p class="center"><span lang="uk" class="cyrl">Найстарша і Найбільше Довірена Українська Книгарня в Канаді.</span> -</p> -<p class="center xl">656–660 MAIN STREET<span class="corr" id="xd31e4908" title="Not in source">,</span> WINNIPEG, MAN. -</p> -</div> -</div> -<div class="div1 cover"><span class="pageNum">[<a href="#toc">Contents</a>]</span><div class="divBody"> -<p class="first"></p> -<div class="figure backwidth"><img src="images/back.jpg" alt="Original Back Cover." width="469" height="720"></div><p> -</p> -</div> -</div> -<div class="transcriberNote"> -<h2 class="main">Colophon</h2> -<h3 class="main">Availability</h3> -<p class="first">This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions -whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project -Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at <a class="seclink xd31e45" title="External link" href="https://www.gutenberg.org/">www.gutenberg.org</a>. -</p> -<p>This eBook is produced by the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at <a class="seclink xd31e45" title="External link" href="https://www.pgdp.net/">www.pgdp.net</a>. -</p> -<p>Scans of this book are available from the Internet Archive (copy <a id="xd31e55" href="#xd31e55ext">1</a>, used for the covers and a few illustrations; <a id="xd31e58" href="#xd31e58ext">2</a>, used for the text and most illustrations.) -</p> -<h3 class="main">Metadata</h3> -<table class="colophonMetadata" summary="Metadata"> -<tr> -<td><b>Title:</b></td> -<td>The Kobzar of the Ukraine</td> -<td></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td><b>Author:</b></td> -<td>Taras Shevchenko (1814–1861)</td> -<td>Info <span class="externalUrl">https://viaf.org/viaf/71436235/</span></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td><b>Translator:</b></td> -<td>Alexander Jardine Hunter (1868–1940)</td> -<td>Info <span class="externalUrl">https://viaf.org/viaf/300238084/</span></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td><b>File generation date:</b></td> -<td>2022-07-09 12:34:30 UTC</td> -<td></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td><b>Language:</b></td> -<td>English</td> -<td></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td><b>Original publication date:</b></td> -<td>1922</td> -<td></td> -</tr> </table> -<h3 class="main">Revision History</h3> -<ul> -<li>2022-07-02 Started. </li> -</ul> -<h3 class="main">External References</h3> -<p>Project Gutenberg does not use active external links in its ebooks. -The following URLs are shown purely for information. 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