“Here I am in my homeland! My dear Volyn is good! Quiet, calm and God's grace. Now I was wandering through the park... Darkness, wilderness... the paths were thickly overgrown with grass... I wandered as if in a forest: right through, virgin soil, through the impenetrable thicket of lilacs, honeysuckle, rose bushes running wild in the wild roses, barberry, young hazel. You barely make your way between them, leaving scratches on your face and tears in your dress. Hares jump from under your feet, a thousand-voiced bird choir rings overhead. You will enter this melodious green kingdom, and you will definitely be taken away from the rest of the world. I took two steps from our dilapidated palace, and it was already covered by a green leafy canopy...”