My Ukraine

1. My Ukraine COUNTRY — homeland of dormant angels. Ukraine is the temple of the sages unflappable. Our main religious ritual — resistant free waiting for the miracle. They say that a rolling stone gathers no moss. Ukrainians disagree. We are three hundred years been a fixture in the center of Europe and was waiting for "independence". God could not stand this insolence and to accomplish the miracle. Satisfied with the performance of their religion, we expect other miracles. For example, prosperity and well-being. In this case we are not afraid of time and the brevity of life. We behave as if immortal people, which does not fall on the head of bricks, and bags of hard currency. The Ukrainians is a nation completely devoid of the inferiority complex. From all kinds of expectations we have chosen the most Mature philosophical form. As a person with preconceived ideas about the world, we vgonyaet surrounding life in which we can understand the algorithms development. All "knowing", we are in constant expectation, based on the prepared labels. The next Parliament nothing to us. Another Prime Minister for us — no one. The Navy is something that is divided in itself. Hryvnia — the ruble. The pig is a neighbor. And fat is a product. Active business people in our eyes look anxious as materialistic fools, devoid of traditional Ukrainian spirituality. On the other hand, they confirm the expected miracles. Without moving and without making any effort, we observe the changes around you: the invasion of foreign brands, the construction of new stores, the appearance of strange items. We look at this as a natural consequence of their expectations. Theoretically we have everything. The main thing is to wait for this. The inviolability of peaceful Ukrainian Paradise obvious. The Turks the Russians come and pass and girls with wreaths and grandpa bandura is eternal. Its primary religious song we did the national anthem. "Perish our enemy and, like the dew in the sun" — that is, in and of themselves... "Zapani mi, brattya, sway steronz" — that is, ever, now us. "Yet in our Ukraine part Mature," in other words, well-fed Ukrainian unripe fruits to eat are not used to. Destiny is not a fact of the present time, but that still does not exist. Everything that happens to us is irrelevant, because in every Ukrainian house inhabited by the monks, much better from Buddhist, familiar with the unprecedented sense of Nirvana.

2. Ukrainian traditions • Raditz in Ukraine are connected with the old-Ukrainian heathen attributes. For example, youth and even mischievous, poetic and very old holiday of Ivan Kupala (the night of 7 July), like many Slavs, was once connected with the Day of solstice. You own eyes and now can see how women lead dances and let wreaths into the water, and guys jump over the fire and look for the blooming fern. Another long-standing Ukrainian tradition connected with the rotation of the sun – January 7 (now – Christmas). When these winter days it was customary to guess at the future, and therefore now the Ukrainian Christmas traditions is divination and contacting forces. On the eve of Old new Year (13 January) children and teenagers still go round "Malakut" (in honor of St. Melania). So if you can sing or wish to congratulate someone, you have the opportunity to earn a little bit of Ukrainian hryvnias or sweets. By the way, these childhood trips somewhat similar to American Halloween. One more Ukrainian tradition is to sanctify the water of Baptism and faith in its wonderful curative properties the night before. In the morning we clean our apartments on PURE Thursday (before Easter). We colour eggs and bake Easter cakes for Easter. Honor the dead in memorial day. Bid farewell to winter and welcome spring with a carnival. Sanctify the fields and decorate the house with flowers and grass on the Trinity

3. The National Anthem Of Ukraine • Has not perished Ukraine nor glory, nor will,Even for us, brothers Ukrainians, fate smiles.Our uorogenic perish, like dew in the sun,Zapan and we bratta, sway steronz.Soul and body we'll lay down for our freedom,And show that we, brothers, Cossack family.Become, bratta, in bloody battle, from the Syan to the don,In his native land to Lord will not let anyone;Black sea will smile yet, grandfather Dnipro will rejoice,Yet in our Ukraine the part would arrive.Soul and body we'll lay down for our freedom,And show that we, brothers, Cossack family.And the zeal of his sincere work will prove,More camping freedom in Ukraine the loud song will spread,For the Carpathians vdab TSA, samonite steppes,Ukraine's glory will be between enemies.Soul and body we'll lay down for our freedom,And show that we, brothers, Cossack family.

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9. Ukrainian rushnik

12. Easter in Ukraine