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Vershi to the Day of Remembrance and Reconciliation and Greetings on the Day of Victory

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On May 8th and 9th, Ukrainians celebrate the Day of Remembrance and Reconciliation, the Day of victory over Nazism in the Other World War. In these days, the memory of the soldiers of that peaceful population, who perished in the war, is remembered.

We have chosen for you verses about war and war from victory, as if they tell you about the importance of saving peace on the whole Earth.


And live in the memory of the people
Yogo’s daughters and blues,
Tі, who did not return from the campaigns
of Griznoy, the great war.

Їх life, їх have thought high,
Kotrim was not destined to flourish,
Calling for a clear and calm world,
Like the zіnitsu of the eye, take care.
V. Simonenko


Soldiers sleep in the steppes
Under the voloshkovy sky of Europe,
And there is no chance for a rose-coloured happiness between, or a kintsa.
The banks of the Volga and the Dnieper were overgrown with thyme trenches,
Only in the scars of soldiers our hearts grieve
D. Lutsenko


I am the one who rowed tearing.
I did not sit by the rock,
When the oaks fell for centuries
At the partisan fox donkey
On the stagnant, trampled grass
Lying, covered with purple leaves,
I blood flowed over the drops of crepe binti
A fox man with gray-browed guise
Feeding me: “Why did you break all the bridges?”
P. Voronko


My first verse of writing in the trenches,
on that sipky ode of vibukhiv walls,
if the dawn in the horoscope
my childishness has ruined, beaten into war.

Pozhozhі volcanic lava poured.
The house was on fire. Nich was given during the day.
Our crossing
over the Dnipro was flooded with water and fire.

Gula earth. Susidsky crying lad.
The woman was christened, and bread was brewed.
Dvigtіv this vuzesenky foxhole,
de two sіm’ї huddled sprat dib.

Oh, the first bіl is quiet not childish hostility,
what kind of wine is traced on the heart of the flood!
You won’t say like an invisible verse,
why can’t my soul be crushed ?!

It was already neither a bunny, nor a wolf –
a crooked world, the dawn was charred! –
and I wrote little more than a fragment
great letters, just from the primer, –

that first virshik, crouching at the edge,
sob lighted up the night of the war.
What a win, I don’t remember anymore.
The shell fell – the wall hoared.
L. Kostenko


We don’t need war

We don’t need war, we don’t need it –
We are for peace and peace on Earth,
Sob not korshaks in a clear sky,
But cosmic sailing ships,
So that children grow up happily
, I don’t sip the heat of war,
Sob the evil military wind
Bouve the wind of spring.
In the wind of truth and the strength of man –
That strength cannot be healed in centuries –
We are for nothing lakayut war,
Mіts people – in the hands of the people!
We do not need war, we do not need –
We are for calm and peace on Earth.
Schob not Korshaki in a clear sky.
And spaceships fired ships.
M. Umanets


Peremogi Day

They brought paths-roads
Our people to victory.
I soldiers-didusі
Moustache laugh.

Tse holy grass is
holy Required to be vigilant with the heart!
Surprise: in the old soldiers
Slozi gladly shine!

Long live in the earthly world,
there will be peace and happiness for the children,
For the people of the stink
For life, not war.
S. Gordienko



We will come again to the eternal fire,
Rocks will never erase the memory
of the quiet, who survived the terrible war,
and is quiet, who is drowned in the arms of death.
Let’s come again to the eternal fire…
From us to come and onuks and children,
For the veterans to bow down to the ground,
To shove their sivin.
Let the Lord grant them summer,
Warmth and calmness, happy days without humours.
Bring the young greenery to the shoroku
Set up stitches with kilim tomorrow.


Memory cards

Kviti – on the granite, on the armor.
The sun smiles at me.
I stand in charge of the veterans,
I take an oath to remembrance.
Veterans in bright blues
And on their chests they place orders.
Memory of the heart …
Memory of the sivin …
Memory is quiet, that 
the war did not come,
Memory – first of all, on the armor …
The sun smiles at me.


At Holy Peremoga

At Holy Peremoga 
I got up early. 
The little spring of spring 
Garnenko painted: 
Verbicki volokhat, 
High sky is clear, 
I little sun in the sky 
Burn, burn, do not go out.

I’ll go to the last hut 
To Baba Yakilin: 
Any children she has, 
Any relatives.

Vaughn is old and kvola, 
Grumpy and sumovit: 
In the war, the little titmouse 
Under Kharkov was killed.

For our Batkivshchyna 
I put my head on my head… 
I’ll cherish my grandmother, 
I’ll take care of the old one. 
Viddam їy sun, sky, 
Verbichki volohatі: 
Let spring sow 
In її samotnіy hut!
L. Company


The grassy wounds smile,
The trembling spogadіv, the pressure of the palms…
At the tears of the unrepentant-generous
Znov vibliskuє the fire of eternity.
Ale is the order of the shoulder
of the first child, the eyes of the drinker,
the first soul, in the heart of the trippoche,
What your soul is carrying in the future.


The Day of Peremogi is sacred to the sivin
of Our forefathers, children and those who are young.
Navit quiet, who is not a bachiv of war –
Ale її with a krill of chaining the letters of the skin, –
Vitaєmo with the Day of Peremog mi!


Salute to the world

In the days of grass, with dreams of riches, 
If you are happy squealing from the song, 
We are holy for a long time – 
Help the radio day.

I stand at the memory of the road, 
Tі, which we happened to pass, 
proudly carry the crimson ensign of Peremogi Above the Reichstag. 

And live in the memory of the people 
Yogo’s daughters and blues, 
Tі, who did not return from the campaigns 
of Griznoy, the great war. 

Їх hearts – for centuries of flame 
On our red ensigns, 
їх dumka – to remake and live 
In our creative thoughts and deeds. 

Їх life, їх have thought high, 
Kotrim was not destined to flourish, 
Calling for a clear and calm world, 
Like the zіnitsu of the eye, take care. 

And to that, if it is holy to come, – 
Leather rіk at the grass, hanging, – 
Our grіznі battle garmaty 
Salute the world – not war!
V. Simonenko 


Bowing down to the Eternal fire,
Bowing down to the ground to all the soldiers,
Who mortified the roads of the crisis of war,
Sob to us today’s death and kohati.


Long live in the earthly world,
there will be peace and happiness for the children,
For the people of the stink
For life, not war.


If history is called,
Our hour is for the people of the people.
For while the heart is alive in us –
We did not stand on knees.
Happy Victory Day!

You will also be told  15 verses by Lina Kostenko about eternal life.

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What lies beneath: meet the real life metal detectorists

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Tales of rare finds, Instagram stories, and, of course, that hit TV comedy means metal detecting is buzzing. Today’s detectorists reveal what they love about it

Lucie Gray, 31, Lincolnshire

Set up Roman Found on Instagram

We almost started it as a joke in the garden during lockdown. My cousin, Ellie, bought a metal detector for herself and then I got my hands on it – and she never got it back! It was something fun to do when we really couldn’t do a lot. I’d always had this interest in history since I was a young child as I grew up metal-detecting with my dad.

It’s a bit unique how we do it together: I find the targets, then Ellie digs the hole and excavates the find out. We were addicted after the first coin we found: which was a 1947 halfpenny. I think metal detecting is sometimes labeled as geeky or nerdy. But when you try it, you realize those labels don’t actually mean anything if you’re enjoying yourself.

Metal-detecting is now much more in the public eye, with shows like Detectorists. When we saw that there was a community on Instagram, we started our own page, Roman Found, which now has more than 55,000 followers. We’ve got a TikTok page and a YouTube channel, too. I think the popularity of our accounts probably comes down to the curation and the attention to detail: we’re both designers and we try to tell the stories of our finds by filming each one. Metal detecting is really good for my mental health, too. I’m neurodivergent, and being able to focus on one task is something I have struggled with. But metal-detecting is impossible if you’re not focused on the task, so it really makes me feel present at the moment and stops my mind from wandering into places it shouldn’t.

I’ve learned a lot of patience and focus. When I first started metal-detecting I couldn’t do it for more than an hour at a time. Now I’ve built up the stamina to detect all day.

Ellie Bruce, 23, Lincolnshire

Co-founder of Roman Found

Ellie Bruce and Lucy Gray crouching either side of a hole dug in a field, holding and photographing their find

It’s quite funny because I’m the last person people expect to be on TikTok. But we’ve gained so many close friends through social media who we never would have met if it weren’t for metal-detecting.

I research everything we find: I find out what it is, where it came from, and how old it is. It’s addictive. I’ve always had an interest in history and archaeology – and I wanted to be a paleontologist when I was younger.

One of the weirdest things we’ve found were these 1950s empty bottles of cream. We found about 10 of them all in the same place in the middle of this field. Quite early on, we were lucky enough to find a gold Henry VII coin. That was a top moment for us, because you don’t find stuff like that very often.

A muddy hand holding a buckle-shaped metal object
Buried treasure: Lucie and Ellie unearth a metal object. Photograph: Alex Telfer/The Observer

We’d never be interested in selling anything. We’ll go out for eight to 10 hours, and we might only come back with one silver coin. So, for us, that one silver coin means a lot, because of the work that’s gone into finding it.

I think if we did it separately, there’s no way we’d be out all day. I wouldn’t enjoy it as much either, so it wouldn’t be as much fun or as rewarding. It’s very much a thing we do together – we motivate each other. It’s quite a peaceful space out there, when you’re in the fields.

Tom Lucking, 31, Norfolk

Unearthed the Winfarthing Pendant

Tom Lucking in a lumberjack shirt and boots, holding a spade and metal detector

Finding old things is appealing. It’s the wonder of going out and picking up something that no one has touched or even seen for years and thinking: “This could be 1,500 years old!”

When I was about 21, a friend of mine got us permission to go on this farm in Norfolk. We’d got to this one field and we thought: “Well, that looks quite interesting.” Over the next couple of years we went there when we could and built up a collection of bits of brooch, bits of Anglo-Saxon metalwork and buckles.

the Winfarthing pendant
Grave find: the Winfarthing pendant. Photograph: British Museum

Before Christmas 2014, I was there on my own one day, detecting to see what Anglo-Saxon metalwork I could find. I got this big deep signal, dug down 2ft, and eventually found the rim of a big bronze bowl. I left it in place, marked the spot and went and spoke to the Norfolk county council’s historic environment service. They came in the January afterwards and excavated the bowl and the area around the find. It had been a high-status burial, which included a stunning golden garnet pendant and gold necklace, and other grave goods.

It went through a coroner’s inquest and was declared treasure. In the end, myself and the landowners, and the museum that wished to acquire it, Norwich Castle, came to an agreement on value. The pendant itself was £140,000, and just over £5,000 for the rest of the assemblage.

Tom Lucking’s hand holding coins and other metal objects
‘It’s the wonder of going out and picking up something that no one has touched or even seen for years’: Tom Lucking. Photograph: The Observer

I got a quarter of the payout. There was a quarter for me, a quarter for my friend who got us permission, and then half for the landowner. That formed a fair chunk of a deposit on a house after I left university. The find probably gave me some encouragement to go and get into archaeology professionally – I work in commercial archaeology now.

It’s a fun hobby, but one that requires a lot of patience. There are a lot of hours that you’re not finding anything. But if you put the hours in, I’ve found, you’ll eventually get the results.

Ruth Harding, 68, Lancashire

Took up metal-detecting in retirement

Ruth Harding in a coat, boots and bright green gloves, holding a metal detector and spade, leaning against a fence
‘It’s great to have a group for women. More than a handful has joined because they’ve been in other groups and had someone mansplain to them’: Ruth Harding. Photograph: Alex Telfer/The Observer

During lockdown, I was sitting around like everybody else. I must have seen something somewhere because I just remember that one day I thought: “Metal-detecting, I’ve always wanted to do it!” I’m retired, I came back to England three or four years ago. I’d been living in Canada for 40 years, and it’s just not a thing there.

I went to my first dig – and I was hooked. In some ways, I think humans are like dogs. Because I always think dogs need a job, even if it’s picking up a stick that’s been thrown.

Researching the detectors was actually a nightmare because there are so many, but I bought one: a Minelab Vanquish 540. I’ve now got a Deus machine, which is one of the lightest metal detectors. For most of us, as we get older, we can’t swing the detector all day. I’ve got one knee replacement and arthritis in the other – kneepads, boots, and gloves need to be upgraded all the time.

In the UK, you need the landowner’s permission to detect on their land – and also that of the tenant, like the farmer if the land is being leased. Because I don’t have permission to detect on anybody’s fields, I go on group digs, where the organizers have secured permission for us to detect on the land in advance. When I first started, I went out practically every week. Now, I tend to do one dig a month, because it can be expensive – many digs are now £20.

I’m in a Facebook group, the Sassy Searchers Ladies Metal-detecting Tribe. It’s great to have a group for women. There are more than a handful who have joined the Sassies because they’ve been in other groups and felt that when they’ve asked questions, they’ve had someone mansplain. We’re very supportive. It’s like a little family.

Recently, I found a hammered Elizabeth I coin – hammered refers to the process used to make them. I keep everything I dig up, even rusty machine parts and bits of lead, and weigh it all in at the scrap yard at the end of the year.

I get out, even if it’s pissing it down with rain. I feel like I’ve been reintroduced to England. I left when I was 25, I spent more than 40 years abroad. I’m going to some areas where I’ve last been 40-odd years ago, and parts of England I’ve never seen before. I wish I’d started detecting years ago. It’s all history, isn’t it? We’re walking over this ground and we have no idea what’s beneath it.

Dave Crisp, 76, Wiltshire

Finder of the Frome Hoard

Dave Crisp standing next to a river in the countryside, in a coat, sunglasses and boots and holding a metal detector and a spade
I’ve been metal-detecting for 35 years, and I’ve never looked back. I’m as passionate now as that first time I went out and started to find what I thought was treasure, but really was just rubbish: the few odd coins and bits and pieces. As soon as I walk across that field, all my troubles disappear.

One week in April 2010, the sun was shining. I was working as a chef in a local hospital and I had two days off. So, I asked the missus: “Is it all right if I go out?” She said: “Yes, go!” Off I went down into Somerset. I had three farms all next to one another where I had permission to detect.

I got a good signal, so I cut a little bit of turf, flapped it back – and there was a silver Roman coin, a siliqua! They don’t come up very often, certainly not for me. I put it into my pouch, not realizing that I would spend the next three hours going round in circles on that field, literally picking up silver coins.

I had to work the next week, but I really wanted to try this field again. So on the way home, I thought: “I’ll pop in for a couple of hours.” I got a signal and, at first, all I could find was this one coin and a bit of black pottery. So, I dug a bit more. I ended up pulling out a big chunk of yellow clay and, studded like little sultanas in a pudding, were bronze coins.

I literally shouted: “I’ve got two hoards!” There was the scattered hoard of siliquas and what is called the Frome Hoard: 52,503 coins in a pot that weighed 160kg in total.

The Treasure Valuation Committee valued the Frome Hoard at about £360,000, which is a payment in recognition that you did the right thing and reported the treasure. Now, it’s in the Museum of Somerset. They have made a fantastic display of it.

I split the money that I was given with the landowner of the field, so we got about £180,000 each. I always say if I’m talking about it: “Well, 180 grand, that’s not bad for three days’ work.” I bought my council house, which I’m still in. My family did well out of it, too. When I pop my clogs, they’ll do better out of it again. It changed my life.

The excitement is still there whenever I go out, even if I have a bad day and I only find rubbish. I just think: “Hey, it’s a bad day, but I’ve been out in the fresh air. I’ve been out in the sunshine. I’ve done a bit of walking, so I’m keeping a bit fitter.” It doesn’t even matter if I don’t find anything.

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