Excerpt from the novel "The Union Moujik"
Nikolai Mazepa carried on from where Constantin Honadine left off by intoning a popular lyric that every man, woman, boy, and girl in the Soyuz Republic knew by heart. “Union-Muzhiks, the struggle continues:”
The struggle continues for the Union-Muzhiks.
Our struggle began with the creation of the Soyuz Republic,
That December night gave it life.
That was the day of the Soviet Union’s burial.
Union-Muzhiks have realized the dream of humanity.
Union-Muzhiks have an envied republic to call home,
Not in arrogance, but in appreciation of their humanity.
Selfish nationalists have destroyed a struggling epoch,
But we are reliving its reformed version in our union republic.
Our epoch embodies bread, love, morality, solidarity and wine.
Union-Muzhiks do not judge by the color of the skin.
Ethnicity, nationality, race, religion, or ideologies have no basis,
The Soyuz Republic of muzhiks does not harbor biases.
Union-Muzhiks judge the mind only for the sake of progress.
Union-Muzhiks appreciate humanity’s worth.
Union-Muzhiks do not shriek with hatred but smile with joy.
The Soyuz Republic of muzhiks has a new breed of humans.
Union-Muzhiks have minds that strive to enlighten.
Union-Muzhiks never forsake their fellow humans.
Not until serenity becomes an integral part of our world.
Union-Muzhiks, Union-Muzhiks—
“Union-Muzhiks, Union-Muzhiks—” Boris mumbled in his sleep until Ivan Yukhanov’s barking dog finally woke him up.
“You were singing in your sleep, Comrade Boris,” Ivan said and sat down again next to the boulder.
Boris rubbed his eyes to clear his vision, then sat up and smiled. “You won’t believe it, Comrade Ivan. But the truth is that I was actually dreaming of my dream.”
