Author of quotes: Yevgeniy Dolmatovsky

Between the ribs I was to thrust the slander
Forced to bend, I bend,
And marthaville my dream
To collapsed and fell asleep without a pulse.
It was in the potholes of all my roads
So many cases to test the will,
I can, like a real yogi
To demonstrate the disregard for pain.

I'm not taking you to the movies -
There the honor of a soldier under threat:
Not crying a long time ago
There I sometimes swallow the tears.

Can not help it then,
When you get up in the films
Rebuilt the city
I knew in the ruins...

If we are to fight, to fight fair,
In the open to join the fighting.
Friends will support!
They know
And power and my weakness.

Just like to declare myself a Saint,
The cloth hung out like a flag on a pole
Over the Adobe house of his own,
And think about life and death;
After retiring from all the labors, anxieties, worries,
Thin shoulders covered with sacking,
Cross your knees, sit as God,
Shaking his lion's mane.
You are in the world guest in every house.
Get up, go trample my path.
Hungry riprap rice a handful of
The poor man will give the cake.
Wait! Answer me a simple question:
They are Holy or you are Holy?