And what to compose about erstwhile they disgusted everything adequate that after years (long live, I have seen a lot of) observation, reflection, active participation in social life, years erstwhile the consent for something, erstwhile opposition and rebellion, years erstwhile it felt like it was participating, reacting, building, bringing something up, reproving, needing, worth it, sometimes it wanted to shout. What, erstwhile present they suppressed, suppressed, brought to absurdity, torn from illusions, so much so that present the voice, even if it was known yesterday, crying out in the wilderness, and yet the voice, seemed to have the effect, moved, awakened, slow but effectively, according to all the laws of psychology (including subliminal perception), comes to the phase that it wants that voice with sadness, but just shut up.
And he says to me, very close to the heart The individual from whom I think I am very important:- "May, and why not what is beautiful in us, such", as he does erstwhile he wants to emphasize how crucial something is, "such Polish, Polish", "such ours, ours." Maybe. It won't be easy, but why not try.
Unfortunately, so fewer have succeeded in bringing so many to specified a stage; that now it is only with fear of silence and sadness to watch us rotation over/damaged erstwhile we helplessly, and many passively, surrender, into a abyss. The abyss of forgetting, of emasculating everything that, even if not everyone, not everyone (but we are not called "everyone," in our name, we do not have "everybody") the same, but someway there was a community, any more traditions, any more faiths, any ordinary, 1 such, without pathos, attachment to; that's why nice, that's why it's worth caring for due to the fact that ours, due to the fact that Polish, due to the fact that it's not anywhere, due to the fact that it's beautiful everywhere, but at home best/beautiful. due to the fact that even if I feel good everywhere (somewhere), it's just where I come from, with a longer, shorter, stay/trip I feel full at home, I feel host and place and time. Unfortunately, so fewer have managed to kill in so many even this.
For years they worked, sociopaths, sociotechnicians how to get to the minds, how to take over the government over the souls, ... and succeeded (or perhaps, I hope - maybe- is here, only they think and hope).
They give us substitute subjects, specified as not communists, "patriots" and patriots, "ruskie onuce", kacaps, Krauts, Kamiński, Wąsik, Nowak, Giertyków etc., to eat ... and not, not to eat them, but to eat each other. They propose individuals, activists, ministers, pills day after day, abortion, of which they already know that the subject will end with a veto, they propose what they know that we will be dancing as they played us, while they themselves, on the side, behind their backs, are developing a mysterious plan of the globalists' “happy” of humanity, where places or views another than mainstream, nor national governments have and cannot be. It was not for this reason that she fed and financed (for a memorable Poland) the alleged Polish democratic opposition, in short, of the alleged so-called alleged so-called alleged so-called alleged so-called alleged so-called alleged so-called alleged so-called alleged so-called "so-called" to let them to get off the leash today. After all, they are inactive the same as then, they, their daughters, sons, pupils-from our Polish side, and if something has changed, it is definitely not a leash, possibly only an officer conducting it.
Well, possibly like Karinka told me. He may not pander in this imposed monothematic cacophony from the “everlasting” cycle; who who, when, for what, spits, will put in who more who/what he hates, and if he does not yet hatred to hatred guilty to be trendy and in accordance with guidelines. possibly not in all that imposed, on work since 1989; bury in the consciences of others, forget about weeds in your own and bite, dig, scratch, spit, blabber and not, not in crucial matters, at least in essential matters, and in those that occupy you have adequate to make you think of crucial things you would not want. specified a inexpensive trick, and that cheap, chance hunters, like Black Friday, erstwhile they just catch up with her, not be a hunter. So maybe, possibly it's not time to shut up yet, possibly alternatively of giving in, complaining, on the another hand, this hydration needs to be controlled. possibly 1 can be tempted, after all, to cut off the hydra (all-how many of them he has today) and to start simply to announcement that, in addition to all the insistent nothingness and evil, there is more beauty. That it, that beauty is simply, and if something should be done it should be mentioned about it, not let the sin of silence break it.
I may be grateful for this inspiration, due to the fact that silence means a Pole, means to admit that the instructors of “happy” made in globalism with theirs: “do what they want”, about their forgetfulness, individual else's praise, feel what they want, mine is mossier, find a stick for the opposing reason “jj” etc.itd.
And so next to everything that shakes the political scene, blood in people (at the request of respective – and their leaders) cooks, “sacks in pockets opens”, in Polish, as usual (for a while still)schools prom time, and together with this “Poloneza time to start”. As part of the antidote, I look at hundreds thrown into the net (youtubes, instagrams, tick-toks and where we can inactive do that) video of the coverage from various corners of Poland, large schools and smaller ones, those with traditions, known/recognized, and those who are somewhere in the province, quietly ...
I'm just looking around and what I see, and I see a cult of tradition, a cult of Polishness. They boast, do not shame (yet) that they started with polonaise. I know that they practiced this for months before, so that it would come out, on this beautiful, crucial day of dignity, as on the polonaza, as it was on an crucial ball in Poland, as with the immaterial, then the DzidziCTWEM cannot break ties, due to the fact that Polish, due to the fact that ours, due to the fact that it is crucial how the minute of entering adulthood is important.
Yeah, yeah, I've heard in the tv area that balls are a kind of wedding, that he's exaggerating, that it's terrible like this now... that in our times modestly etc. And I'm boiling. due to the fact that even this, but different than before in the frame (and another 1 is simply a fairy tale), (although Polonez always the same) due to the fact that times are different, due to the fact that the dress, due to the fact that ... due to the fact that you simply gotta bring about – about- to ... disgust, to ridicule, to detest, to plow? But no, they don't put into the net what they do later, play their music, and their climate, which we don't realize anymore, they put: “poloneza time to start”, we started, we did, and we turned out so, and we were beautiful, and so here we are, dignified, in Polish in adulthood, dance, in Polish, step in.
And so virtually wandering through our Poland from school to school, as long as the bread from this oven was eaten, with a note and a longing, but even more awe that despite the "interesting" offers and hints of "civilization", they wanted to give so much of themselves and the performers, and those who prepared them to yet so beautifully, due to the fact that yes, due to the fact that beautiful, due to the fact that watching and the heart grew and the soul sang and ... reflection was born.
I was disappointed by this journey to the album of memories. Years in Belarus. Where I heard live Polonez Ogiński’s “Goodbye to Homeland” in Polish, performed by Belarusian National Band of “Songers”:
A song to the Homeland knows its way
spinning in the sky like a bird
to the country where the father's home is,
where there's a good and sweet waiting for me,
What I'm forever given
Where polonaise all lunar night bewitched.
We all come from those fields and waters,
From there is our pedigree
where we will return,
We won't leave him anymore.
(loved country, beloved country).
The church on top is standing there
I utilized to run around in my childhood.
From the blue sky, in the sunshine they sang to me
For me, sweet angels
And the fathers spoke
He was shining to me there from the pulpit
And my church bells were soothing.
God, give us strength.
God, be loving
God defend us from the enemy
God, show us the way.
where the charming country shines
where the most beautiful forest in the planet
There, and the river awaits us
where time comes from,
There's the Homeland
There's our country
To his land
We should go back.
A song to the Homeland knows its way
spinning in the sky like a bird
to the country where the father's home is,
where there's a good and sweet waiting for me,
What I'm forever given
Where polonaise all lunar night bewitched.
, and then so many times that I can't number how many, I listened to him in rehearsals (when they asked: “See Bożena, perceive to whether we pronounce well, improve, ...), at ceremonies, festivals, those at which Polishness was promoted, those whose intent was to save what Polish was from oblivion.
And so, challenged, as it were, to answer by the close heart of the Talker, to mention what is beautiful erstwhile he is wicked so much, erstwhile in fact all he wants to do is be silent, to mention. Challenged to answer, I thought, and what else is beautiful here...? Or possibly this few, twelve-minute, ultimately, preceded by hours of effort Polonaise just did. due to the fact that possibly if they there in Belarus, Polishness sees that the forest, that pulpit, that Fathers voice, that God give, or weapon, indicate ... then possibly here, in the native yard too. due to the fact that possibly erstwhile I listened to it in Belarus with tears in my eyes and realized how tiny the content of what it contained, that this Homeland is what the ancient, the forefathers worked out, why not here, erstwhile the tears in my eyes are just as spinning, behind ... lost ... Polish.
For if all the available means are trying to induce in us the worship of nothingness, of malice, of immorality, even of exhibitionism, then why should we not effort to rise in ourselves the request of worship for beauty, love, tradition, for what the great-grandfathers are, The fathers left why to submit to the hints of those who teach how to divide hair into fours, and themselves, into tribes, strains, strains, strains, alternatively than cultivate what is ready, what is tested, much simpler, heart closer, native.
Why not want to scope for what is normal, normal, humanly closest to us, for what, erstwhile others do not see, we look with delight, what makes the heart grow, the soul sings... why let the lustful regulation over our souls force us to forget what is beautiful in us, erstwhile if we do not surrender, we can save ourselves from oblivion, what more we have a duty.
So polonaza time to start due to the fact that beautiful, due to the fact that dignified, due to the fact that Polish, due to the fact that our ... Because Poland needs to learn again, you gotta start somewhere, why not with individual memories, why not by showing admiration to those who (some consciously, others possibly less) awakened those memories?! Memories in any a long time ago in any just passed distant youth, but (and above all) longing, longing for ... Polish Poland.
Because if, I've thought about it, it's a thrill that they want to get into adulthood like this, then let's keep up with them, let's remember, let's see, appreciate. And no, not beautiful and "beautiful" dresses, flies, suits and another frats, (although these too- here besides a spoon of fineness, not all dress, cleavage for belt, girdle for belt, here they are composing, but it's already the responsibility of adults/matures(?), who want to simply exposure their children, due to the fact that their own snobby ambitions and egos overwhelm with form-showers) specified will have many times to assume. But this young man, let's say, that 1 (wherever there was, due to the fact that not everywhere, due to the snobbery of parents and the infirmities of the school in the chair of parents, there was) dignity, chicness, elegance, care for form simply is hard not to notice. That specified importance, specified dignity, specified a minute is erstwhile in a life and that if for this time they wanted reachroots and present precisely that they want to draw from sources, It's good for the future. It is us who admire them in this dance, dance- his pronunciation and symbolism, not in the didascales of dress, make-up I emphasize, let us bear witness to ours and appreciation, and emotion. We are liable for not going to what they participated in as to what they were asked, trained, executed, forgotten. So they know, from us, their parents, their grandparents, their friends and strangers, that they did something incredibly important. That they wanted to give, as beautiful as they can, a evidence of recognition with this culture, with this tradition, with this Polishness, which are close to the hearts of the generation, from which, on their way to creating a better tomorrow, they will take over in the close future the "stick".
After all, we, in the vast human mass, were entering adulthood and did not let ourselves to think that individual would want to rubber it out of our heads, and even erstwhile it came to the thought that he would, we believed that we would not let it succeed. So what happened to us, that present we let evil, thematically imposed emotions to regulation us, alternatively of what germinated beautiful then?!
Here is Poland and as much of this Poland as we want to keep. And to keep means no less, no more than this: As long as the school is inactive this place, which not only about cultural heritage, it teaches tradition, but the heritage of tradition remains faithful and in this spirit to form attitudes. Any parents, especially girls (and not all, and some) did not confuse proms with proms or proms at another “Bathor”, and surely not with a run or an exhibition on which, like the mannequins of their children, they are expected to do as exhibits, their parents' own snobbishness and the realization of individual unfulfilled ambitions in children. And if they were wrong, if the school wanted to preserve, even in this regard, autonomy and specified a forceful overgrowth of form over content, the parents were able to talk out the desire to gain close value and, above all, to age their own children, erstwhile they were not alone yet, nor full aware of what life and their own work for it. And this prom is to realise that, in addition to technological knowledge, besides cognition of the appropriate place, the circumstances of the description in life apply. As long as the school and the same parents didn't forget that as not all the gold that shines, neither from the outside, but from within man is the most actual in manhood. After all, these prom youth are inactive students, and this prom is just a prelude. The right scenes, acts, compose and execute themselves, but only erstwhile they mature into this, as emotionally as liable as erstwhile they become independent and not alone, not in a 100 days. This prom is only the keys: cello, bass, first notes, pauses, first bars and steps of dancing with life. He will come, in a mature life, to dance and to “dance”, and they will experience this erstwhile they scope their desired diplomas, goals, jobs, their own place in life. Then they'll compose themselves, or life will add more bars to their own dances. possibly there will be no more polonaise, possibly the polonaise will never dance again, but ..., but possibly in memory of the 1 who, at the start of adulthood, made them feel differently than usual, that (while counting the steps to "grow" in another, proper) they felt the importance of the minute that they felt dignified in it, that in this dignity they thought that they would go through life and would like to draw from it just as they would take another and subsequent steps and put them dignity. But to have something to go back to, it cannot be that they were not equipped with it. And that's the school's job! This 1 as the prom host, too! And since as there is no more beautiful in the dignity of dancing than the polonaise, so there is no more beautiful in the attitude of life, knowing the importance of its deeds, where the value of the highest relation with another man - the dignified Man.
And since there is no Poland without Polishness, so let us learn it again, and therefore; Polonaza time, Miliście, start!
Bożena Gaworska-Aleksandrovich
