Ivan I. Vorokhta

…So she walks even now, lowering her eyes… walking along the path, she kept thinking unspoken, unwritten thoughts - riddles; unshed tears oppressed her heart… What can I write to him? - A soulless letter about various issues, about city news… But why do I need this? Why should I do mental gymnastics when my soul is groaning and tearing with pity? As soon as I sit down to write to him, I only think about the fact that I love him, without measure, without an edge, that love is a knife in my heart, pull the knife out of my heart and it will bleed. I think about the fact that I am forever unhappy: while love lives, it burns with fire; when love dies, a dead fire will remain behind it… Vocal strings (essay) by Lesya Ukrainka

My soul aches and tears are pouring, There is no end to the mother's suffering You cannot be brought back into life, Because there is no such strength in the world…

Only an encounter with war makes it clear what a defender of Ukraine is. This is forever! Ukraine knows who our defenders are! We are not only praying for you! Glory to Ukraine! Honor to the heroes!

I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER! WHILE MY HEART IS BEATING!"

I miss you I remember The heart is crying, but there is hope, which is not in vain