Book: The spark of life

Time. It erodes and corrodes. Really feel broken or not, when all this will come to an end, when you want to start all over again on the other side of the barbed wire.

And it's very simple: what does not concern you personally, you can always carry with limitless zeal.

A good cigar is sometimes better than any diplomacy.

Strange - how quickly it disappears from the face of the determination, it is necessary only to remove the uniform!

Life is life. Even the most pathetic.

We should not forget this [the concentration camp]. But we should not turn this into a cult. Otherwise, forever remain in the shadows of those damned towers.

Who we are now, actually - will show time. Who can tell today?

Spring every time they returned, every year, with swallows and flowers, she did not care neither to war nor to death, nor sorrow, nor to someone else's expectations. She was coming back. And now she was here. And that's enough.

He knew only one thing: to live means to get out of the camp, and all that should happen then, it seemed huge, vague, shifting cloud, through which he could not make out.

He always believed in the best, if it was not associated with risk. So it was easier.

When you believe in something, the suffering is not so horrible.

...a day in the life - a day life and for this day many things can happen.

Their faces filled with sweat, and his eyes darted like fire, desperate, unrelenting fear of death, not instinctive, and conscious, based on experience; this fear is not capable of experiencing any living creature except man.

...prisoners were standing in formation naked. Each of them was a man. But they have long forgotten about it.