We hate our squalor.

I lived and languished.

I have a trend of my own.

My body gets weak without truth.

Without truth I feel ashamed to be alive.

If they don't think, people act senselessly.

Does the world have nothing inside but sorrow?

From our ugliness will grow the soul of the world.

Busy remaking the world, man forgot to remake himself.

Happiness will come from materialism, not from meaning.

We can't feel anything - all that's left inside us is dust.

Everything comes to an end, only objects are left to pine in the dark.

When you've nothing to live for, you get to thinking inside your head.

At the time of the Revolution, dogs howled day and night all over Russia.

What if we all suddenly get carried away thinking - who will be left to act?

The working class is my home country, and my future is linked with the proletariat.

A man who's never seen war is like a woman who's never given birth - soft in the head.

I want my word to be up to the scale of the feat of arms performed by the Russian soldier.

Do you know how much thinking and feeling I’ve done? It’s terrible. And nothing’s come of it.

If kids can forget their own mothers but still have a sense of comrade Lenin, then Soviet power really is here to stay!

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