Thursday, September 27, 2018

Kyiv and Ukraine's Revolution of Dignity

With pockets lined and truncheons bare,
The Berkut sought to seize the Square.
But quickly sparks of protest flew
And flames of revolution grew.

September 10, 2013

My dearest Katyusha,

This is the first chance I've had to write to you, though there is not much news to tell. I'm staying with Uncle Fyodor and Aunt Katya on the far side of the Dnieper until I can find a job and start saving some money. From the balcony this morning I could look across the river and see to my left the morning light glinting off the Mother Motherland statue's sword and to my right the golden reflection of the domes of Pecherska Lavra. Growing up, I was always more afraid of the mummified priests in glass caskets lining the narrow tunnels beneath the lavra and the soulless eyes of painted icons than I was of the imposing Soviet murals or the collection of artillery from the Great Patriotic War. Now that I am older, I can discern a harmonious thread linking the two, one the product of our moral architecture, and the other a testament to the sacrifices our families made fighting the immoral blight of fascism.