Happy International Women’s Day (aka the 8th of March, 8ого березня)! Ukraine celebrates this holiday hardcore; I received many well-wishes, flowers, and chocolates from my pupils yesterday. Also this week: the first “Mister School” competition (won by my 10A pupil, Nazar), and the opening concert for my school’s newly-renovated assembly hall. Videos below from the celebrations:
The following was a new one for me and I loved it — it’s beautiful. Not sure of the actual name of the song, though.
This next one was also new for me. It talks about Ukraine as a homeland & mentions the green Carpathians. Set in sort of a melancholy key, but still beautiful.
I don’t know the proper name of this one, either. The duet is sung by my pupils Iryna (7A) and Iryna (8A).
I’ve previously posted and translated the following song, “Карпати” (“Carpathians”). Here it is again, this time with my 10A pupil, Christina, and a friend of hers.
As if this post weren’t long enough yet, I leave you with a poem for Women’s Day. Because we are phenomenal women:
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s sizeBut when I start to tell them,They think I’m telling lies.I say,It’s in the reach of my arms,The span of my hips,The stride of my step,The curl of my lips.I’m a womanPhenomenally.Phenomenal woman,That’s me.I walk into a roomJust as cool as you please,And to a man,The fellows stand orFall down on their knees.Then they swarm around me,A hive of honey bees.I say,It’s the fire in my eyes,And the flash of my teeth,The swing in my waist,And the joy in my feet.I’m a womanPhenomenally.Phenomenal woman,That’s me.Men themselves have wonderedWhat they see in me.They try so muchBut they can’t touchMy inner mystery.When I try to show them,They say they still can’t see.I say,It’s in the arch of my back,The sun of my smile,The ride of my breasts,The grace of my style.I’m a womanPhenomenally.Phenomenal woman,That’s me.Now you understandJust why my head’s not bowed.I don’t shout or jump aboutOr have to talk real loud.When you see me passing,It ought to make you proud.I say,It’s in the click of my heels,The bend of my hair,the palm of my hand,The need for my care.’Cause I’m a womanPhenomenally.Phenomenal woman,That’s me.-Maya Angelou, “Phenomenal Woman”