My Ukraine! I weep for you many a tear…
Oh, star of ill fate! What can ease this grieving?
Can the deepest grief help my motherland dear?
Little help are my tears – self-deceiving!
Lesya Ukraїnka, 1891
Three years have passed since Maidan, the Heavenly Hundred (in fact, they were more than a hundred) didn’t leave us forever, they are looking on us from the heaven and pray God for us. We should be worthy of their sacrifice.
