The working class is my home country, and my future is linked with the proletariat.
Without truth I feel ashamed to be alive.
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.
My body gets weak without truth.
Everything comes to an end, only objects are left to pine in the dark.