Ancient Echos

Slavic Voice
Mar 12
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Ukraine's Olympians 2026

In the 2026 Winter Olympic Games 46 Ukrainians athletes have come to represent their country in Milan and Cortina d’Ampezzo, Italy. The 25 men and 21 women are competing in 11 different sports over the 19 day period, from February 4th to February 22 these athletes will compete in the biathlon, luge, and freestyle skiing, among others. Along with them come the 42 men and women as coaches, doctors, and technical staff. The nation's Olympians have spent years working towards th

Mar 272 min read

Blue and Yellow Pride

Ukraine National Flag Day August 23rd Look at the sky Yellow and blue flags blowing in the wind Look at the streets Yellow and blue flags line the streets Look at buildings Look at schools Look at homes Yellow and blue flags blow off them The bright blue Showing the calming blue sky The joyful yellow Showing the strong wheat fields Seeing those colors give people pride Pride in their country and Ukrainian people

Mar 121 min read

Ancient Echos

Mar 120 min read

Scrolling Past a War

In 2022, it felt like everyone was watching the war in Ukraine. News alerts popped up constantly, and people talked about the invasion by Russia like it was the most important thing happening in the world. For a while, it seemed impossible to ignore. But four years later, the war is still going on and it seems like that’s exactly what people did, ignore. As the war went on, less important events began to headline in the news, and many people who weren’t directly experie

Mar 82 min read

Silent Fear

It has been four years. Why did we stop talking about it? Do we think it is normal because it has been happening for that long? Or did we just forget about it because it does not affect us? I can promise you that they did not forget, because it is a part of their everyday life. They did not just learn how to live with it. The people, their families and their friends are at risk every single day. Why do we feel like it is okay now, after all this time? We complain that we need

Mar 84 min read

Foreclosure

Foreclosure, Put into act by the blind eyes of a landlord Who never deserved the property Blind to the scenes, deaf to the screams, As there, they’re Vile. Protecting, The fearlessness is almost unheard of, As the rations run out Irrational acts continued It’s not theirs, it’s Immorality. To the actors who speak fake lines Merely for propagandaic production with comes along distribution Of their selfish desires consciously known By everyone with the screws of their hearts F

Mar 81 min read

Neighbors

Stumbling through this land I thought I used to know But now I find it in the throes Of a war that seems to blur faces It matters where you stand I’m just a girl yearning for a future One where bombs don’t drop Where fathers don’t give their lives For their children, And one where goodbye isn’t learned too soon I don’t want to see my mother crying down in the kitchen Wondering if we have enough food for the next day I don’t want to see my brother cower When we hear those s

Mar 81 min read

Yesterday Was Home

Bright sun above, loud laughter near, Grandma’s pancakes - warm and dear. That was a life we used to know, That was a yesterday, long ago. Today the colors fade to grey, The warmth of home is torn away. Fear fills the streets, lives in our eyes, Even the silence sounds like cries. Children have seen what they should not, Death too close, time overwrought. Small hands learned how to say goodbye, Before they learned the reason why. They should have played, they should have drea

Mar 82 min read

Between Fear and Hope: Four Years of War

February 24. For most people, it is just an ordinary day. But for Ukrainians, even the mention of this date sends a chill down the spine. On this day in 2022, the dreams, plans, and lives of millions were destroyed - by the Russian so-called “liberators.” On the first day of the full-scale invasion, I started keeping a diary. Now, rereading those entries, I feel my heart racing, as if I am reliving every minute of that morning once again. At fifteen, I described it like this:

Mar 84 min read

The War the World Learned to Scroll Past

I was not there when the bombs fell. I did not wake up to the bone-chilling wail of sirens or retreat into the damp darkness of a basement. And yet, every day, I watched a civilization fracture on a screen small enough to fit in my palm. At first, the images demanded a visceral reaction: shock, empathy, a frantic need to help. We saw cities burning and children with eyes far older than their years. But as weeks bled into months, and months into years, a tragic transformation

Mar 83 min read