They are gone
They remained there. No one came to collect them. They were not handed over to anyone. All this has never happened and will never happen: "Today in the assembly hall there will be a solemn presentation of diplomas to graduates..."
They were killed by the war, they will never exist again, these students will never exist again. This Ukraine will no longer exist. These ordinary workers, farmers, musicians, actors, poets, athletes, deputies, and yes, military men, professional military men. They were the first to die so that we could live, breathe, eat, and be human, and ... at least remember this.
This reality is captured in a chilling installation on Lviv's Rynok Square. "The one-day action called 'Diplomas that will never be issued' is dedicated to the students who died in Mariupol, Kharkiv, Bucha, Chornobaivka, Mykolaiv, Chernihiv, and other Ukrainian cities, to those young people who did not have time to graduate and receive their diplomas."
“This emptiness where there should have been life. They were so young, they would have had children and seen their children grow and have children. The future. They are gone. They will never be here again.”
I don't know who the author of the idea is, but it's brilliant and terrifying. This emptiness where there should have been life. They were so young, they would have had children and children's children. The future. They are gone. They will never exist again.
We will be given money, we will buy bricks and we will rebuild our free country, we will rebuild our Ukraine, it will become better and even more beautiful, all the destroyed villages, all our cities… But... where will we find boys and girls like this, the best of the best. They were the first to go, they did not wait to be called up.
They remain there, in the fields of Ukraine, under the ruins of our unconquered cities, villages and settlements, about which we knew nothing before this curse, this terrible war. Children, daughters, sons who will never become engineers, teachers... parents and will never be able to see the eyes of their children.
They will never exist again.
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About the author. MICHAEL Myshkalo (Mykhailo Myshkalo), journalist, writer.
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