At the time of the Revolution, dogs howled day and night all over Russia.
I want my word to be up to the scale of the feat of arms performed by the Russian soldier.
We can't feel anything - all that's left inside us is dust.
Busy remaking the world, man forgot to remake himself.
Everything comes to an end, only objects are left to pine in the dark.
The working class is my home country, and my future is linked with the proletariat.