⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⠟⠋⠉⠉⠙⢦
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡾⠁⠀⠀⠀⣀⠀⠀⢻
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀⡞⠁
⠀⠀⠀ᵐᵉᵒʷ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢷⡀⠀ ⠈⣧
⠀⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠳⣄⠀ ⠙⢷⣄
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠑⠀⣀⣭⣷⣦⣤⣀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣘⠁⠡⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⠚⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣧
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠛⠀⠀⠐⠒⢤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⡇
⠀⠀⠀⠀⡐⠁⢴⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠈⠉⡽⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇
⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⣤⠀⠶⡦⠀⠀⠴⠚⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⠇
⠀⠀⠀⠀⡼⠂⠀⠒⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⣠⠏
⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣎⠴⠋
⠀⠀⠀⠘⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡴⠋
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠋⢠⡤⠂⠐⠀⠤⠤⠴⠚⠁⠀⠀

      
         
                  
                           

MY LAND, MY CITADEL
(Моя земля, моя твердиня)

You cannot name it otherwise:
the roots of Birth ate firmly into it.
Here I stand higher than the highest towers!
My land is my Continent, my citadel.
Wherever you were, you wouldn’t free yourself from guard,
therefore my gaze is firing at distance,
therefore I don’t lay down my Makhno fork

⠀⠀   ⠀⣀⣀⡀⠀     ⣀⣀
⠀⡴⠚⠛⠲⣤⠞⠁⠈⠙⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⡷⠛⢳⠀
⢸⡇      ⣹⠀    ⣇⣀⣀⣀⠜⠀
⠈⢇     ⢀⡟⠋⠉⠙⠳⣄⠴⠛⠋⠋⠛⣷⡄
⠀⠈⢦⡀   ⢀⡞⠀⠀⠀⠀⡔⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⡆
⠀⠀⠀⠙⠦⣀⣀⣠⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⡜⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡇
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠰⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⠃
  ⣀⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡴⠋
⠀⠀⣠⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠳⣆
⠀⣴⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⣶⠦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠾⠷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣧⡀
⢠⣿⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣀⡀⠀⠤⠞⠢⠄⠀⠀⣀⣀⣀⣀⡀⠀⠀⢹⡆
⢸⣇⡠⠚⠋⠉⠉⠉⠉⠳⣄⠀⠀⢠⠞⠉⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠳⣄⢸⡇
⣀⣿⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣸⣀⣀⣇⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣸⣾⣇

⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⠿⣛⣯⢭⣶⣲⢶⣖⣮⣬⣜⡨⣛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⡟⣭⣶⣶⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣽⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣮⡚⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⡇⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡼⣿⣿⣿
⣿⡷⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣫⣝⢿⣿⣿⠹⣿⣿
⣿⡏⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠚⣖⢸⣿⠟⣛⣿⣤⣧⣾⣿⣿⣷⢹⣿
⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣷⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⢷⣿⢸⣿
⣿⣷⢸⣿⣿⣿⣽⢯⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢋⣾⣿
⣿⣿⣧⡫⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠋⡉⠅⡉⠍⠛⢋⢡⠠⣐⠄⢻⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣭⣍⢋⣫⠄⢐⢐⠐⡐⠈⠌⡀⡂⡐⢈⣭⣤⢻⣿
⣿⣿⡿⣟⠿⣿⡟⣾⣿⣿⣿⡿⠃⠄⠅⠡⠐⡀⢂⠌⠻⠿⣸⣿
⣿⣿⣷⣝⢗⡝⢡⣿⣿⣿⡉⠁⠡⠨⠠⠁⠅⢂⠂⠌⢐⣼⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⡎⣷⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣄⣄⡁⠌⠨⢀⣂⡅⣿⣿⣿⣿