ONCE AGAIN REMEMBERING SHEVCHENKO

...My thorny thoughts, my thorny thoughts,

You bring me only woe!

Why do you on the paper stand

So sadly row on row? ...

Why did the winds not scatter you

Like dust across the steppes?

Why did ill-luck not cradle you

To sleep upon its breast? ...

My thoughts, my melancholy thoughts,

My children, tender shoots!

I nursed you, brought you up -- and now

What shall I do with you? ...

Go to Ukraine, my homeless waifs!

Your way make to Ukraine

Along back roads like vagabonds,

But I'm doomed here to stay.

There you will find a heart that's true

And words of welcome kind,

There honesty, unvarnished truth

And, maybe, fame you'll find ...

So welcome them, my Motherland,

Ukraine, into your home!

Accept my guileless, simple brood

And take them for your own!...

" Why Shevchenko - as a writer and poetist - is more talented than, for example, one Pushkin? The pointy is that Pushkin had wrote in line with that time's mainstream - he had been copying Byron so as was obsessed with Goethe. Shevchenko had brought a different drive. It was like Elvis Prestley after Frank Sinatra, a fresh stream of rock & roll in comparison with crooners. Rock & Roll of XIX century. Shevchenko was extremely distinguished by the tone, passion, and sound. As for Pushkin - no hard feelings, he used to be sweet boy. " 

- Dmytro KORCHINSKY