Book: Tomorrow was the war. Page 3

Kills not only the bullet, not just the blade or splinter - kills bad word and a bad thing, killing indifference and red tape, killing the cowardice and meanness.

With regard to poetry in particular and art in General, I prefer where the question marks take precedence over the exclamation marks. The exclamation point is finger pointing, and the question mark - the hook that draws the answers out of your head. Art should give food for thought, not to lull them.

We didn't know what the threshold of our class was on duty death. We were young, and ignorance of youth restored faith in his own immortality.

A real man is one who loves only two women. Yes, two, well! His mother and the mother of his children. A real man is one who loves the country where he was born. A real man is the one who will give another the last ration of bread, even if he himself is destined to die of hunger. A real man is one who loves and respects all people and hates enemies of these people. And we must learn to love and learn to hate, and these are the most important items in life!