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.

Without truth I feel ashamed to be alive.

Happiness will come from materialism, not from meaning.

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

I have a trend of my own.

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