From our ugliness will grow the soul of the world.
If they don't think, people act senselessly.
The working class is my home country, and my future is linked with the proletariat.
We can't feel anything - all that's left inside us is dust.
I have a trend of my own.
Without truth I feel ashamed to be alive.
Happiness will come from materialism, not from meaning.
My body gets weak without truth.
I lived and languished.
What if we all suddenly get carried away thinking - who will be left to act?
A man who's never seen war is like a woman who's never given birth - soft in the head.
At the time of the Revolution, dogs howled day and night all over Russia.
If kids can forget their own mothers but still have a sense of comrade Lenin, then Soviet power really is here to stay!
We hate our squalor.
When you've nothing to live for, you get to thinking inside your head.
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