UKRAINIAN HISTORICAL POTPOURRI

[steve_vlasenko]

The Pol Nationalist should enter the Olympic Marathon, as his ability to run from the ANC question shows almost super human endurance.

Vlas

[JetSet]

Here's a question that doesn't seem do belong anywhere else.

One day a few months ago, I was ready a text about the Scythians, and came across a reference that they never bathed in water. Instead they had some sort of mixture that they could apply to their bodies in a similar manner as balm, and that keep them just as clean. Scythian history and customs is another thing that I am interested in, and I was wondering if anyone in their travels have come upon information such as this? I have since been unable to locate a copy of the text in question. Help?

[Nonson]

JetSet,

Its a good bet that you don't really want to know the ingredients of the Scythian balm. I say this believing that you are a person of civilized sensibilities.

[Stella]

Hi Jetset, I am interested in both ancient and modern history and have come across the information you are referring to. It is relatively easy to find on the net or are you searching for a specific text? The balm was a paste consisting of cedar, cypress and frankincense. Hope this helps.

Ciao Stella

[Nonson]

[b]No. No. No.[b]

Like the ancient Scythians could afford such expensive item as frankincense. Too, who would apply the highly acidic rosin of cedar to his/her skin? Sap of Cypress? A truely stinking thing that be.

The truth is out there.

[Nonson]

Stella & JetSet,

I can't do it to you guys. Greek history is my love. So I offer you this:


Rites





"...After a burial, those involved have to purify themselves, which they
do in this way. First they soap and wash their heads, then to cleanse
their bodies they make a little tent, fixing three sticks in the ground,
tied together and tightly covered with felt. Inside a dish is placed,
with red-hot stones and some hemp seeds.



There is in that country kannabis growing, both wild and cultivated.
Fuller and taller than flax, the Thracians use it to make garments very
like linen. Unless one were a Master of hemp, one could not tell which
it was - those who have never seen hemp would think it was linen.



The Scythians take kannabis seed, creep in under the felts, and throw it
on the red-hot stones. It smolders and sends up such billows of
steam-smoke that no Greek vapor bath can surpass it. The Scythians howl
with joy in these vapor-baths, which serve them instead of bathing, for
they never wash their bodies with water.



Their women pour water onto a rough stone, pound cypress, cedar and
frankincense into it, and smear this think ointment all over their faces
and bodies - which not only leaves them fragrant with perfume, but also
makes their skin shining and clean when they rub the goo off the next
day."

Herodotus Histories

[TuchajBay]

FIRST POST: Per today's UNIAN item, dated 01/16/01, a monument, to commemorate the Ukrainian Galician Army [Ukrayins'ka Halychans'ka Armiya], will be dedicated May 5 of this year, in Lviv. The UHA, as it was known, distinguished itself indelibly in its hard-fought battles against the Bolsheviks, in the aftermath of October Revolution. My father, then a young officer in the UHA, was severely wounded in a battle, in the Kyiv Region, and survived the ordeal to continue his struggles for the cause of FREE UKRAINE.
]The Legendary Major Klee

Norym
Little info on the subjec .Too bad these 2 armies were fighting each other ,insted unite and fight Bolsheviks together,as the danger was comoing from East more then any other direction.
TB


by Volodymyr Barahura


(*Webmasters note - I came across this interesting historical document while searching for Haller's Army references. It provides a viewpoint from a whole different perspective; that of the Ukrainian people. It merits a special thanks to the author and translator and to Yuriy Diakunchak for publishing this on the Internet.)


Translated from the original Ukrainian by Yuriy Diakunchak


The day was dark, oppressive, damp and rainy. A bitter, penetrating wind had brought a drizzling rain since the morning. To add to the troubles, the town had been captured by Polish forces. It had happened unexpectedly the day before, in the afternoon. The past couple of weeks had been peaceful. A small Ukrainian garrison had been stationed in Nemyriv for a few weeks and the town had managed to avoid any military actions. But yesterday, the garrison suddenly began to hurriedly entrech itself along the line of the town's ancient walls. They set up a field telephone, a few machine guns with their muzzles pointed in the direction of the Voroblyachynsky forest. Maybe, they expected the enemy to approach from the direction of Rava Rus'ka. Suddenly, we noticed, that the garrison was abandoning its fortifications without a fight. Far away on the Blikh hills, we saw that the Ukrainian soldiers stationed there were also falling back, occasionally returning fire on the advancing enemy.


Later, it became clear that a superior Polish force had set upon Nemyriv from three sides - from Rava, which was their invincible stronghold, from Mageriv and from Lyubachiv. To avoid capture, our forces had to beat a hasty retreat in the direction of Yavoriv, before the foe could close the circle and cut off the escape route through the Zavadivskiy forest.


After some tense minutes spent waiting, the Polish vanguard entered the town followed shortly by the main column. They were well armed, they even had a battery of filed artillery. We could tell they were of the Poznan regiment because of the greyish-green German uniforms they wore with dark green trim on the collars and cuffs. Being from western Poland, their dialects were different from that of the local Poles, with a lot of German loan words.


They immediately began to requisition all sorts of goods, especially cattle, horses, food stuffs and they began to conduct inspections and arrests. They ransacked homes, left no belonging unturned, poked into every nook and cranny as if they were hoping to find Major Klee hidden in one of the cupboards. Major Klee was a Galician German who after the collapse of the Central Powers and the creation of the Ukrainian Galician Army, volunteered to serve in the Ukrainian armed forces, to fight for the freedom of the country that had become his second fatherland. He wasn't alone - Bizantz, Koch, Vaygert, Muller, Laier - were but a few of the German colonist who acted likewise.


Klee was an exemplary, able soldier, fearless, rash and valiant, besides, he was an expert in tactics and laying traps and ambushes for the unwary opponent. He conducted his battles methodically, but fearlessly, putting trust into his military luck, which hadn't failed him yet. He commanded a well organized, highly trained, disciplined unit that was armed to the teeth. The Poles tried to avoid direct battles with him. To build up confidence they made up a little ditty about him that went sort of like this:


"We'll write a letter to Klee,
In black indelible pen,
That we don't fear him,
even with 1,000 men."


But in truth Klee inspired panic in them. They would scatter at the very mention that ; "Klee is on the battlefield."


***


Ignoring the discomfort of the rain and the unwelcome guests, I left the house to go feed the rabbits and bring some firewood for mama. But no sooner had I finished with the bunnies and gathered some wood when shots rang out from the direction of Voroblyansky forest. The bullets whistled past me and shattered some boards on the roof of our house. Fear overtaking me, I dove to the ground and crawled the rest of the way home where my frightened mama was already awaiting me.


The Poles formed a line along both sides of the road to Rava, lying in the roadside ditches, and returned fire. Machine gun nests were set up on the fortifications behind our house and two howitzer were dragged right into our yard.


The battle intensified. Machine guns chattered from within the forest. Small arms fire peppered the town. A young Polish artillery officer ran into our home with a few soldiers. Seeing my mother and three young children, he told us to lie on the ground and ordered his charges to lay mattresses and grain sacks along the walls to protect us from the bullets. We weren't really sure who was attacking. Ukrainian forces had never advanced on Nemyriv from the direction of Rava before. We thought it could be a Polish unit, as yet unaware that Nemyriv was already in their hands, thinking they were attacking Ukrainian positions.


However, the artillery officer's comportment convinced us that it was in fact Ukrainian forces advancing on Nemyriv. Could it be that our side had captured Rava?


After every few volleys, the Polish officer would run into the house take a sip of black coffee, and shielding himself with the mattress, peered though his field glasses at the enemy positions. It was hardly likely that the officer could see what was happening in the forest from his vantage point, but every time he looked through the glasses he would shout "Look how they're running!" Later, we discovered that the artillery had missed the Ukrainian forces all together. The shells had fallen all they way over in the village of Voroblyachyn where they damaged the local magnate's palace.


The Polish cannon alternated their bombardment and with every shot our house shook, window panes shattered, the dinner ware pounded out a staccato rhythm, dust fell from the ceiling.


The crackling, crunching, whistling, buzzing, the noise, the pounding, the crack of rifles, the shouts, the screams of the wounded all blended into one endless cacophony. As night fell, we notice that the Polish officer no longer came into the house to make his observations; that the cannon fire seemed to be further away. On the other hand, the fire from the forest seemed closer than ever. I peeked out from behind the mattresses and saw some ghostly figures running through the field, taking cover in the dips and valleys as they approached.


Twilight limited my range of vision. The Polish cannon fell silent; suddenly all about there was silence. At once we saw that some soldier with a bayonet attached to his rifle, and grenades on his belt was running up to the houses on the outskirts of town. Someone was shouting "Hurrah! Strike at the Haydamaky!*" This insulting word which the Poles used to label the Ukrainians, brought fear into our hearts. Could it be that the Poles regained the upper hand and were advancing again.


Suddenly with hisses and loud bangs, green flares rose into the sky and the air shook with a fierce war cry: Slava!" These were the lead scouts of the Ukrainian forces announcing that the village was freed from the enemy. Now we understood that the earlier shouts of "Hurrah!" were just a ruse to fool the enemy, keep him guessing whether those advancing were friends or foe.


Presently, a column of Ukrainian troops followed the scouts along the Ravsky road from Voroblyachyn to Nemyriv. Behind them stretched the long train of supply wagons. At the head of this column rode Major Klee with his staff. He was dressed in a cavalryman's uniform with a short rifle, a pistol and a sword. He held a whip in his right hand.


Only Major Klee could dare attack the Poles from Rava Ruska. Only he knew how to fight so dashingly, to quote from Shevchenko - he turned battle into "a wedding, a happy celebration with bloody wooing."


In all this time of war I hadn't seen any Ukrainian troops who were better disciplined and better equipped than those of Major Klee. They set up camp on the great parade ground under the historic walls of the town. Long into the night burned their campfires. The soldiers talked and sang martial songs. In the morning, the soldiers were billeted in the houses of the townsfolk.


***


Our joy didn't last very long. No matter how brave, battle ready and fierce individual military units may have been, they could do nothing in the face of the historic events transpiring in that era. Halychyna** was flooded by General Haller's Polish Army .


**The Ukrainain spelling of Galicia, a region which covers western Ukraine and eastern Poland.


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*An Important Footnote on Klee!

More info about that wars.

http://www.geocities.com/hallersarmy/eagle.html