Olha
Up the flinty steep and craggy mountain
A weighty ponderous boulder I shall raise,
And bearing this dread burden,
a resounding
Song I’ll sing, a song of joyous praise.
Lesia Ukrainka
Nova Kakhovka, a newly born life, a happy mother of two children. Olha had just seen her husband on his way to a long voyage when she received the first message from the Maidan. The baby is leaning on her young mother’s breast and taking in love for Ukraine and thirst of freedom with milk. This is how a small Ukrainian girl and her brave mother appear at the Maidan for the first time. When Olha entered the tent of her countrymen, at first no one believed it was her. But in several minutes the woman didn’t disappear; she even began arranging food aid for first volunteers. Olha sees her future and th
