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It is no exaggeration to say that the poet Mykola Petrenko was the same age as everyone else. Neither the Holodomor, which he experienced at the age of seven, nor Buchenwald and other Nazi and Soviet concentration camps he went through later, broke his spirit or embittered his soul: "I grew up as if I was carrying a candle to an icon" - few people could see themselves that way! And at the age of 95, Mykola Petrenko remains a pure young poet for all generations, and the songs to his words written by Myroslav Skoryk, Mykola Kolesa, Anatoliy Kos-Anatolsky, Volodymyr Ivasyuk, and Ihor Bilozir add a high polyphony of truth and honour to his poetry.