Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Life of Ukraine
Life
As a saint who cares for tears,
To the slope, to heaven, to mom…
To the yellow clay with the sky, Man,
What else do you need?
You are fruitful, you are for relatives
You crawl through the vine, you carry the memory,
You know before, you know about yesterday,
And you do not accept today…
The road is too flat in front of you.
What then, what else is needed?
Man does not know the joy,
To the white world
The man brought charms,
Man came out of hell into heaven,
The man wrote extremely
Important line…
The man put on a shirt,
Man bleached hryvnias…
Now it’s time for showers
They will write about her lif.
A small sacred country
Wide open chest,
I’m going on my knees…
Oh, people, Jews-people,
Where, when, why?
Lying… The month of December tiptoes,
Makes snow in lumps…
In circles, people in a circle,
Between them is Christ and smoke.
They rested on the ashes
Yesterday’s roosters dreamed,
Look – it’s our summer genes,
And we, and the shadow…
Running through the world
In peace, peaceful people
On a peaceful dance peaceful Cat,
And there, far away, is Sinful
Leaning on the porch…
There the sun does not burn; there the moon does not mute.
There, the attaché of Grodno appreciates the deceased.
And people are spinning in the rye – Yesterday’s watchful moments
Good is always above a person
And what’s in the old newspapers?
History, destinies, enough…
The letters, thoughts, weak, have been erased
Words come to the surface
What kind of rhythms are these?
What kind of bells are ringing?
Am I still alive?
In the newspapers, speeches arise,
So loud and silent, like a choir,
Makes you want to run, run somewhere
To whom? Someone is already gone…
What kind of stigmas, what rotten rhymes?
What kind of stylish circles are these?
In circles, back home,
To hell, to filth…
Is mom alive?
Wings of Ukraine
In the girl with blue eyes
Wings grew…
She walked with them to the water,
To the forest, to the dark grove…
She didn’t always fit
Her blue-eyed habits.
The girl’s wings were burning,
And the girl simply became silent…
She didn’t trust her woman’s body.
The girl washed
With a woman’s body, a child’s soul
In blue eyes she remained
Alone…
She gave everything with bodies, with pieces –
To Plakhta,
To the incredibly justified Plakhta of love…
Everything she perceived,
Intolerable outbursts and horrors.
And also the leafy negatives of humans –
They hit so hard!..
Souls in line and fear.
For what wolverine?
No! It won’t work!
Not necessary!
Because humanity has already borrowed Plakhta
Pure Shoulders –
Banners of the Sun.
Golden birds come, fly –
Pure, purest, holy Oikoumene
They will be satiated with peace, goodness.
When the sun was setting at the end of the day
When the sun was setting at the end of the day, everything could be different.
But it happened, because each move kept its own Consciousness, each particle counted its rays, eventually penetrating to the bottom of the common Lodge, where all the Worlds converged, granulating so much, all the way to the ultimate Nothingness, to the Black Delusion, the dot – where it all began…
There is no Truth where there is no Love, – exclaimed the Angel bitterly. – And the deepest Truth is born from the deepest Love. Mirrors look into the unknown You – even when the invisible I flaunts itself in front of Nobody’s Nothingness. The Word gave birth to the World, the World became the Word. And then the earth caught fire and the Prophets carried that Word to the cross – they let blood and water flow so that a new Self could be born – a new tribe, a new World. The angel began to wonder and wonder – because the earth was still penetrated by that delusion, and it was already becoming dark itself… gave birth to a family. The nation provoked the wait. If he appreciates someone, then first of all those who will be able to see in you: Sadness – behind a smile, Love – behind anger and the reason for your silence… A fog hung over the meadows. He emerged from the abyss so quickly, as if he was beaten with a stick, as if driven by evil vampires. The end, which is the beginning, Pair of Leli, which has its own chat-ok – a prayer chat from the Eyes of Life emerges… Seedling of the Tree of Leli – the Higher Self in the Pair of Yu, who carry the world with excitement into the worlds, where the holy Bliss penetrates… There So-Vist started.
Tetyana Vasylivna Hrytsan-Chonka is a Ukrainian writer, born on April 29, 1964, in the village of Vilkhivtsi. She currently resides in Zakarpattia. By profession, she is an educator and works at the Krasnyanske Lyceum.
She is a member of the National Union of Writers of Ukraine, the International Academy of Literature, Art, and Communication “Gloria” (Germany), and the All-Ukrainian Public Organization “Kobzar”.
She is the author of 12 poetry collections and the novel-essay “Living Doors, or I Am a Blind Apple of Centuries. I Am a Woman…”. She is also the co-author of 77 anthologies and almanacs, both Ukrainian and international publications, including “Article” – Tel Aviv, “Soul” (Japanese poetry collection), “BRZEGI OGNIA I WODY” (Polish almanac), the literary-artistic magazine “TextOver”, the international poetry collection “Lili Marleen” (Greek), the Chinese poetry collection “Poetry of the World”, the English anthology against war “Poems for the People of Ukraine”, and the co-author of the textbook for Ukrainian students in grades 5-7 “Modern Literature of the Homeland”. She is also the author of the Azerbaijani-Ukrainian poetry collection “Golden Apple”, among others.
Her works have been translated into Polish, Japanese, Chinese, Italian, Turkish, Greek, English, Azerbaijani, and other languages. She is the only participant from Ukraine in the anthology “Anatolian Wind IV – International Anthology” (published in Turkey). She is also the only participant in the project of the International Journal “Prodigy” (USA) for October 2023 in the cycle “Awakening. She is a record holder and participant of the international anthology “HYPERPOEM” with 2000 participants, which entered the records of the Guinness Book, and a co-author of World Literature in the International Newspaper “Global Nation” (Bangladesh).
Her works are published in international publications, and she participates in various international platforms “Poets of the World for Peace in Ukraine” in Italy, Germany, the UK, China, Canada, the US, Bangladesh, and Germany.
International Literary Peace Prize (Germany-Ukraine).
She is the laureate of international and All-Ukrainian awards and the winner of many contests, including the laureate of the International Literature and Art Prize named after Panteleimon Kulish (2020) for the book of prose “Living Doors, or I Am a Blind Apple of Centuries. I Am a Woman”, the laureate of the international Franz Kafka Prize (Frankfurt-Vienna-Prague), the laureate of the international “Golden Feather” prize in Azerbaijan, awarded the Diploma from the Community of Literature and Art Figures “Gloria”, and listed in the Rating-2022 “Creator and Guardian”. She is also the laureate of the honorary International Literature and Art Prize named after Heinrich Böll (2022), the laureate of the International Ernest Hemingway Literature and Art Competition in Germany for 2022, the laureate of the international “Cultural Diplomacy” prize, presented with the World Order “Golden Star of Cultural Diplomacy” (2023), the laureate of the International Literature Prize named after Robert Burns (Scotland-USA, Los Angeles) for 2023, the laureate of the Literature and Art Prize named after Vasyl Yuhymovych (2023), and honored with the title of “International Peace Ambassador” by the world-renowned newspaper The Daily Global Nation Independent, Dhaka, Bangladesh, Winner of the International Peace Literature Prize (Germany-USA, 2023), the “Golden Bridge” Prize from the International Literature Fund in Kyrgyzstan, laureate of the international prize named after Dka de Rishelle in the category “Book of the Year” for the book “Different Times” (Germany-Ukraine, 2023), prize from the Rahim Karimov Fund (2023), President of the International Literature Fund, laureate of the International Literature Prize named after Theodor Draize (Germany-USA, 2023) and others.
