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Where there is no law, but every man does what is right in his own eyes, there is the least of real liberty
Henry M. Robert

Den is Two Years Old!

13 November, 2012 - 00:00

Dear readers,

Our newspaper, like we all, is living in a very difficult time. Still, it seems to me that we succeeded having chosen one of our first slogans – tomorrow there will be another Day! We are convinced that our newspaper attracts readers who, like us, do not agree with many things in our life and believe that Ukraine deserves a better fate. Thus, there is no need to proclaim ourselves an opposition newspaper because those who think like us are the majority.

Influential newspapers all over the world cannot count on reaching a circulation of millions immediately. Especially in Ukraine, where middle class people, the intelligentsia, and simply thinking people have found themselves in a very difficult situation where they have to choose between buying a paper or spending money for other necessities. But all of us have finally to understand: in order to change the current situation people must not only think but also act. You have seen, read, and met many new people on our pages over these last two years, and this provides a serious basis for optimism. I was amazed once talking with Serhiy Krymsky, the prominent Ukrainian philosopher who like many people now is underestimated by society. He told me that since the 1930s many bright people here have hidden in holes, and their fear along with the indifference that fear engendered keep them from coming out, get control of the situation, and then seriously influence it. Now it seems that the moment has come when a deep economic crisis can throw the society far behind or keep it in that gloomy and mendacious swamp where we are now stuck. And this forces all thinking people get rid of infantilism and unite. We believe that free interaction on The Day’s pages will help many like-minded people give their exact address. Our newspaper is open to you!

...Our family acquaintance lived in a backwater village in Polissia without roads, gas, or electricity. Such villages still exist in Polissia. And every morning this woman would go to her cow dressed in a white starched apron and a white kerchief. I am sure many people thought she was an eccentric. But this aristocrat of the village simply did not care about that and did this all her life. Although something strange can seem like a manifestation of normalcy in a time of troubles, I believe that this is our only possible route to an intelligent future.

 

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