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a little poetry today, but first about some unpleasant things i.e., politics.
I am very sceptical (or even hostile) about the present day politics of Lithuania towards my Polish brethren in that country. I appears this is not only mine sentiment as evidenced by this article. During the last war the Lithuanians joined first with the Soviet in their aggression against Poland in 1939, and then when the Soviets occupied Lithuanian supported the Germans, actively participating in Holocaust against the Jews and Poles alike. Vilnius was taken from Poland by the Yalta Conference (thanks Mr, Roosevelt) Note that Vilnius was the 6th largest Polish city (3rd was Lviv) in Poland in 1939, nowadays is a capital of Lithuanian-EU. Nowadays Belarus occupies most of the Grand Duchy of Lithuania's territory, and also has a very large Polish minority, sharing with us common history and culture.
Ad rem, I do like this Adam Mickiewicz's poem about these ancient, pagan 'bohaterowie' (baghatur), valiant warriors or knights, who set out from their forests in search of glory, plunder and captives. It is set during the historical period of the Grand Duchy of Lithuanian expansion (towards the Ruthenian principalities of the former Kievan Rus), when Masovian Duchy and Polish Kingdom suffered yearly 'razzias' and rapine inflicted on us by these pagan Lithuanians. Famously fatefull marriage of King of Polish Kingdom (rex) Saint Jadwiga and grand prince Jogailla (known since then by his Christian name as Władysław Jagiełło) ended these border conflicts... until 1919 or so. But that is another story.
Nota bene, our Polish word 'budrys' is a teasing synonym for a Samogitian or Lithuanian .
THE THREE BROTHERS BUDRYS
Doughty Budrys the old, Lithuanian bold,
He has summoned his lusty sons three.
"Your chargers stand idle, now saddle and bridle
And out with your broadswords," quoth he.
"For with trumpets' loud braying in Wilno they're saying
That our armies set forth to three goals;
Gallant Olgierd takes Russia and Kiejstut takes Prussia
And Skirgiell - our neighbours the Poles,
"Stout of heart and of hand, go, fight for your land
With the gods of your fathers to guide you;
Though I mount not this year, yet my rede ye shall hear:
Ye are three and three roads ye shall ride you.
"By Lake Ilmen's broad shores where fair Novgorod lowers
One shall follow 'neath Olgierd's device:
There are sables' black tails there are silvery veils,
There are coins shining brightly like ice,
"With Kiejstut's hordes ample the next son shall trample
That dog's breed, the Knights of the Cross;
There he amber thick-strown, vestments diamond-sown,
And brocades al a marvellous gloss,
"In the barren, stripped land beyond Niemen's wide strand
Where goes Skirgiell, the third son shall ride;
Only buckler and sword will he get as reward,
But from there he shall bring him his bride.