Filled with feelings untasted as yet upon earth, Andrii kissed the sweet mouth which pressed his cheek, and the sweet mouth did not remain unresponsive.

In this union of kisses they experienced that which it is given to a man to feel but once on earth.
And the Cossack was ruined.

He was lost to Cossack chivalry.

Never again will Zaporozhe, nor his father's house, nor the Church of God, behold him.

The Ukraine will never more see the bravest of the children who have undertaken to defend her.