A COLLECTION OF POEMS STRAIGHT FROM THE FRONT"TOWARD DEATH"
Poems written through pain and blood, laughter and happiness.....
*all profits will go to the needs of a separate unit of the 72nd Mechanized Brigade, where author Oksana Rubanyak serves.
OKSANA RUBANYAK
~ Author of the book ~
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Oksana Rubaniak (January 28, 2003) is a soldier of the Armed Forces of Ukraine. Author of the poetry collections "Ornaments of Fate" and "Toward Death".
Since the beginning of Russia's large-scale offensive on Ukrainian territory, Oksana joined the Volunteer Formation of Ivano-Frankivsk Territorial Community #3 and then joined the Armed Forces of Ukraine.
Today, Oksana defends the territorial integrity and sovereignty of her homeland in the Armed Forces of Ukraine, along with her comrades.
Due to her personality and endurance, she was dubbed the "Iron Lady" and was given the nickname "Xena". The author himself fought the enemy on the front lines not only with weapons, but also with words.
INTERVIEW
BLOOD ODOR
~ Chapter 1 ~
*** They didn't die of old age or disease.
They were killed by an enemy bullet.
A direct hit broke their bones,
And burned the day of death on their withered chests.
Most of them were tanned young men,
Young hawks just spreading their wings.
After a hard fight they were brought home in a box,
Wrapped in a coffin with a dark cloak.
The warrior's glazed eyes will dream wonderful dreams,
Of broad-winged storks and white-faced huts.
These are memories of childhood, where the years were bright
The boys ran past their mother's skirt.
This film will forever outlast the bad years,
It'll bring fear and guilt.
It'll tear the heart of the family to pieces,
The anger will find the person responsible for the son's death.
But he'll not find her. For she's hidden at the bottom of the wine,
It doesn't matter how skillfully you search.
The answer to everything is the cruel war,
There are no words, no explanations, no logic.....
WAR BREEDS LOVE
~ Chapter 4 ~
*** I want the wind to keep playing with your hair, braiding little braids like rye ears.
I want you to come and see me tonight,
I want everything to be like it was before this hellish summer.
On the eastern front there was no cruel daily fighting
Bullets exploded near the freshly dug trenches,
The annoying rumble of tanks, mines and beeping noises
The brave Ukrainian battalion was wounded and remained heroic.
Let us dream of registration and happy student years,
To achieve goals set since childhood.
Let the cherry orchard bloom in the spring,
In it we will seek happiness sprinkled with oxygen.
I would close my eyes and imagine that it was just a bad dream
The cold, haunted winter night,
That when I wake up I will not hear sirens behind me,
It will only be the smell of family comfort and your enchanting eyes.
A NATION THAT READS IS - INVINCIBLE!
TOWARD DEATH
The book is a tribute to a missing comrade
Valentin Soltanovsky "Stariy"
and all those who fight for independence and sovereignty
and the territorial integrity of Ukraine
Ornaments of Fate
The first collection of the author, consisting of poems written during his career and written during his lifetime. At that time, the 17-year-old poet processed motifs about the Hutsuls
PUBLICATIONS ABOUT THE AUTHOR