There Are People Whose Souls Have Just

There Was Something Terrible, But Also Something Sad And Melancholy In This Long Cry Uttered By The Russian Infantry As They Staged An Attack. As It Crossed The Cold Water, It Lost Its Fervour. Instead Of Valour Or Gallantry, You Could Hear The Sadness Of A Soul Parting With Everything That It Loved, Calling On Its Nearest And Dearest To Wake Up, To Lift Their Head From Their Pillows And Hear For The Last Time The Voice Of A Father, A Husband, A Son Or A Brother...

Why Do People Have Memories? It Would Be Easier To Die - Anything To Stop Remembering.

He Was Endowed With The Extraordinary Powers Of Endurance Characteristic Of Madmen And Simpletons.

The Divine Impeccability Of The Immortal [soviet] State Turned Out Not Only To Have Suppressed Individual Human Beings But Also To Have Defended Them, To Have Comforted Them In Their Weakness, To Have Justified Their Insignificance. The State Had Taken On Its Own Shoulders The Entire Weight Of Responsibility; It Had Liberated People From The Chimera Of Conscience.

I Have Written Only What I Have Thought Through, Felt Through And Suffered Through.