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The Price Of Cowardice Will Only Be Evil. We Shall Reap Courage And Victory Only When We Dare To Make Sacrifices.

The Line Dividing Good And Evil Cuts Through The Heart Of Every Human Being. And Who Is Willing To Destroy A Piece Of His Own Heart?

A Work Of Art Contains Its Verification In Itself: Artificial, Strained Concepts Do Not Withstand The Test Of Being Turned Into Images; They Fall To Pieces, Turn Out To Be Sickly And Pale, Convince No One. Works Which Draw On Truth And Present It To Us In Live And Concentrated Form Grip Us, Compellingly Involve Us, And No One Ever, Not Even Ages Hence, Will Come Forth To Refute Them.

History Is Too Slow For Our Life, For Our Hearts.

When I Returned To Russia In 1994, The Western World And Its States Were Practically Being Worshipped. Admittedly, This Was Caused Not So Much By Real Knowledge Or A Conscious Choice, But By The Natural Disgust With The Bolshevik Regime And Its Anti-western Propaganda.