Volodymyr S. Andreshkiv (Zhara)

Where can I find such words to tell you. What kind of person he was - Son, friend, father. He was honest, just, Devoted to God. Well, and those who needed it - He went to help. When the black clouds Began to cover the sun, He went at that moment To protect the Motherland. The tears of his relatives did not stop, The cry of a native mother. He left his falcon sons. "Wait. I'll be back soon." A volunteer from Bortnikov, A faithful son of Ukraine. With him were the people of Maidan, Volodya fought not alone. The enemy bullet caught up. But "Zhara" did not fall. In that battle, he covered his brothers with his chest. Terrible the news flew around, Awoke the native land. Grief pushed into the heart - Mother, - meet… "A duck swims along the Tysyn" sounds over the village. Bells are ringing, the earth is wailing, The candle is burning out. The villagers bowed Heads in mourning: Eternal glory to you, son You died in the fight. He would have lived and rejoiced, He is raising sons. And he is quiet in the house, As if he is alive - he is lying… They led you forever In the last way. On your grave, "Heat", Forget-me-nots will sprout. If we have patriots, Like dear Volodya, Ukraine will not perish. Our enemies will perish. Our blue and yellow flag Cries to freedom. U yoked do not want to live Grieved peoples. Rise up Ukrainians Shoulder to shoulder. Protect your native land, Until the enemy flees.

To the warrior of light and goodness