What if we all suddenly get carried away thinking - who will be left to act?
I want my word to be up to the scale of the feat of arms performed by the Russian soldier.
Does the world have nothing inside but sorrow?
We can't feel anything - all that's left inside us is dust.
If kids can forget their own mothers but still have a sense of comrade Lenin, then Soviet power really is here to stay!
Happiness will come from materialism, not from meaning.