God's Ratter: We were not allowed to think about her, to mention her...
date:May 04, 2025 Editor: Editorial
We were not allowed to think of her, to mention her, to celebrate the day she saw the light...
The action on the Italian front was to be attended by the 50,000 Second Polish Corps under General Anders, separated from the Army. Soldiers, grouped in the deserts of Iraq, reaching out to the Italian front, did not know that there, in a fascist-controlled eternal city, respective Polish patriots managed to publically celebrate the anniversary of the Constitution of May 3.
Under the pretext of the 400th anniversary of the founding of the chapel of rorantist singers a capella, called the Sistine Chapel, Mateusz Gliński, lawyer and conductor, since 1940 Vatican music advisor and rapporteur "L’Osservatore Romano", organized a performance of spiritual music in Ponteficio Istituto di Musica Sacra on 3 May 1943, in which program was performed by God-parent. This dignified hymnal song, the oldest native synthesis of Christian religion and sense of Polishness, the Jagiellonian coronation song, was sung regularly by soldiers of the Carpathian Brigade on the day before each battle. It is worth noting that an awesome commemorative album, a actual rarity released in triplicate with a papal emblem on the cover, containing notes with Polish and Italian words by Godmothers and the past of the song. (Emigration of the Fightrs, Wojciech Jerzy Podgórski).
They came from the territory of the Republic, with Polish lands received by treaty of enemies, raised in Polish schools of Polish Matrix.
At dawn on September 17, the inhabitants of Dithiatine appeared a frightening sight. On the hill and in the fields between Dytiatyn, Bokov, Szumlan and Bybel lay bodies of killed Poles, red-armists and horses. The ground was red with blood. Polish heroic defenders local population buried in the cemetery in Boków and Dytiatina. Throughout the full 20th anniversary, the interwar inhabitants of Małopolska, and especially the residents of Stanisławskie Voivodeship, had large respect for this place.
Every year, on the occasion of 3 May and 16 September, children and young people from close schools, even 20 kilometres away, marched to Dithiatine. There, in a very lofty atmosphere, with the participation of priests of both rites, there was a service, followed by performances of children. After the construction of a cemeterial church dedicated to 21 September 1930, the commanders of the surrounding garrisons and specially invited guests regularly attended the ceremonies. At the collective grave, apart from children and youth, soldiers enlisted honorary guard.
On 4 April 1925, a draw of 15 battles was held, from which the body of the Unknown Soldier was to be exhumed, among them he found his early place of the Dishian pantheon. The inscription “Dithiatine 16 IX 1920” was placed on the pylon of the Grave. After being forced to forget in the Polish People's Republic, on May 3, 1991, the name Dithiatin returned to the plaque of the Unknown Soldier's grave
The Warsaw Library 1907 Volume 2: The Constitution of May 3 was a card, removed from our past by abroad governments. We were not allowed to think about her, to mention her, to celebrate the day she saw the light. And erstwhile in 1891, on the centennial anniversary of a memorable parliamentary resolution, Polish university youth organised a silent and modest demonstration for the eternal thought in Warsaw (Russian congregation), she was punished severely. We can celebrate it openly only today, erstwhile our shackles have relaxed although something, the Polish nation's day of constitution on May 3 has celebrated in a truly dignified and serious way.
This was at the initiative of the Management Board of the Polish Matrix, on whose behalf Henryk Sienkiewicz took the floor, announcing his beautiful letter calling for a "national gift" for education. Sienkiewicz's letter found a wide reflection in the country, and thanks to this initiative, 3 May in the year was the day of the Matrix. A wide stream of victims flowed from everywhere, and the treasure of our first, public, on broad grounds based on the educational institution, was supplied seriously. Education, this powerful lever, raising nations.
And now the European Union has decreed that nations should not be enslaved and deprived of simple knowledge, an easy steerable crowd. Therefore, Minister Nowack obediently and hastily removes Polish school readings with Henry Sienkiewicz at the head and turns cognition into sexual adoption according to sex standards.
It was like that on May 3rd. From Henry Żuk's report, “Onufrego”: Arresting and disarming the revealing soldiers was abrupt and unexpected. Privates were packed in various camps, besides in Majdanek, inactive dripping with fresh blood of Gestapo victims, officers were taken distant somewhere. Antoni Górecki remembers. “I was brought to Vilnius prison...A twelve another arks were judged with me. In front of 3 officers of the Military Court, the indictment was read: treason of the homeland, armed participation, membership of a subversive organization. After 10 years of camp and 5 years of imprisonment of public rights... On a beautiful, sunny day on May 3, 1945, they drove me to the stage. They pushed us 100 each into the car... I clenched my teeth, knelt under my nose and thought, “Like Nazis, like Gestapo.” At 1 station, we learned from the speakers that the war was over. Singing, joy, “the day of victory”. But our wagon was moving on. North. To the camp’.
Oh, my God.
Under the pretext of the 400th anniversary of the founding of the chapel of rorantist singers a capella, called the Sistine Chapel, Mateusz Gliński, lawyer and conductor, since 1940 Vatican music advisor and rapporteur "L’Osservatore Romano", organized a performance of spiritual music in Ponteficio Istituto di Musica Sacra on 3 May 1943, in which program was performed by God-parent. This dignified hymnal song, the oldest native synthesis of Christian religion and sense of Polishness, the Jagiellonian coronation song, was sung regularly by soldiers of the Carpathian Brigade on the day before each battle. It is worth noting that an awesome commemorative album, a actual rarity released in triplicate with a papal emblem on the cover, containing notes with Polish and Italian words by Godmothers and the past of the song. (Emigration of the Fightrs, Wojciech Jerzy Podgórski).
They came from the territory of the Republic, with Polish lands received by treaty of enemies, raised in Polish schools of Polish Matrix.
At dawn on September 17, the inhabitants of Dithiatine appeared a frightening sight. On the hill and in the fields between Dytiatyn, Bokov, Szumlan and Bybel lay bodies of killed Poles, red-armists and horses. The ground was red with blood. Polish heroic defenders local population buried in the cemetery in Boków and Dytiatina. Throughout the full 20th anniversary, the interwar inhabitants of Małopolska, and especially the residents of Stanisławskie Voivodeship, had large respect for this place.
Every year, on the occasion of 3 May and 16 September, children and young people from close schools, even 20 kilometres away, marched to Dithiatine. There, in a very lofty atmosphere, with the participation of priests of both rites, there was a service, followed by performances of children. After the construction of a cemeterial church dedicated to 21 September 1930, the commanders of the surrounding garrisons and specially invited guests regularly attended the ceremonies. At the collective grave, apart from children and youth, soldiers enlisted honorary guard.
On 4 April 1925, a draw of 15 battles was held, from which the body of the Unknown Soldier was to be exhumed, among them he found his early place of the Dishian pantheon. The inscription “Dithiatine 16 IX 1920” was placed on the pylon of the Grave. After being forced to forget in the Polish People's Republic, on May 3, 1991, the name Dithiatin returned to the plaque of the Unknown Soldier's grave
The Warsaw Library 1907 Volume 2: The Constitution of May 3 was a card, removed from our past by abroad governments. We were not allowed to think about her, to mention her, to celebrate the day she saw the light. And erstwhile in 1891, on the centennial anniversary of a memorable parliamentary resolution, Polish university youth organised a silent and modest demonstration for the eternal thought in Warsaw (Russian congregation), she was punished severely. We can celebrate it openly only today, erstwhile our shackles have relaxed although something, the Polish nation's day of constitution on May 3 has celebrated in a truly dignified and serious way.
This was at the initiative of the Management Board of the Polish Matrix, on whose behalf Henryk Sienkiewicz took the floor, announcing his beautiful letter calling for a "national gift" for education. Sienkiewicz's letter found a wide reflection in the country, and thanks to this initiative, 3 May in the year was the day of the Matrix. A wide stream of victims flowed from everywhere, and the treasure of our first, public, on broad grounds based on the educational institution, was supplied seriously. Education, this powerful lever, raising nations.
And now the European Union has decreed that nations should not be enslaved and deprived of simple knowledge, an easy steerable crowd. Therefore, Minister Nowack obediently and hastily removes Polish school readings with Henry Sienkiewicz at the head and turns cognition into sexual adoption according to sex standards.
It was like that on May 3rd. From Henry Żuk's report, “Onufrego”: Arresting and disarming the revealing soldiers was abrupt and unexpected. Privates were packed in various camps, besides in Majdanek, inactive dripping with fresh blood of Gestapo victims, officers were taken distant somewhere. Antoni Górecki remembers. “I was brought to Vilnius prison...A twelve another arks were judged with me. In front of 3 officers of the Military Court, the indictment was read: treason of the homeland, armed participation, membership of a subversive organization. After 10 years of camp and 5 years of imprisonment of public rights... On a beautiful, sunny day on May 3, 1945, they drove me to the stage. They pushed us 100 each into the car... I clenched my teeth, knelt under my nose and thought, “Like Nazis, like Gestapo.” At 1 station, we learned from the speakers that the war was over. Singing, joy, “the day of victory”. But our wagon was moving on. North. To the camp’.
Oh, my God.
