To everything there is a time, and a time for everything under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to uproot what is planted; a time to kill and a time to heal; a time to cry and a time to laugh; a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to tear, and a time to sew; a time to be silent and a time to speak; a time to love and a time to hate; a time of war and a time of peace. Sometimes the time comes to say goodbye to the dearest and the time to blossom apple trees near the house.

Now, when the time of flowering comes, Ukrainians first remember the spring that was taken from us, but at the same time, this flowering gives us hope that we will all bloom again soon