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Chapter 9
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Poland, you aren't
a slave any longer!
But are the supreme
thing to be: Yourself!
Leopold Staff, poet
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We’ve lived to see the moment when
our fathers’ ideals have come true,
ideals for which entire generations
groaned in the penal camps of Siberia,
the prisons of Prussia and Austria.
Wojciech Korfanty, politician
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Woman has passed the test,
equaling man in almost
every field. Now, having
proven her power, it is her
right to admit her frailty.
Irena Krzywicka, writer & feminist
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Whoever has not been through
these quickening days, whoever
has not in these times gone mad
with joy together with the entire
nation, will not experience the
greatest joy of their entire life.
Jędrzej Moraczewski, Prime Minister
of Poland 1918-19
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I feel compelled to be
as modern as possible.
Zofia Nałkowska, writer & feminist
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All day long, the streets are
packed… From the midst of
it, Poland materializes. And
no one sees how beautiful
she is. No one beholds her
amidst the tumult.
Maria Dąbrowska, writer