Native land, by Judith Hemschemeyer But there is no people on earth more tearless, /
More simple and more full of pride. /
1922
We don’t wear her on our breast in cherished amulets,...
This Russian Soil, by Irina Zheleznova In all the world no people are so tearless. /
So proud, so simple as are we. /
1922
In lockets for a charm we do not wear it, /
In verse about...