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Arrested by an unexpected silence, he paused at the corner and looked up the dome. The smooth handrail swept squarely in an unbroken curve at each landing, forming an inclined plane from the top to the bottom of the structure. The contemplative attitude towards the bucolic landscape, whether we call it mindfulness, awareness, enlightenment, concentration or contemplation, brought the Ukrainian warrior to a different time and place. The remembrance of a few written verses of his ancestor returned to his troubled soul:
Day dawns, then comes the twilight grey,
The limit of the live-long day;
For weary people sleep seems best
And all God's creatures go to rest.
I, only, grieve like one accursed,
Through all the hours both last and first,
Sad at the crossroads, day and night,
With no one there to see my plight.