Character: Stepan Tymoshenko

We decided to build a temple. Will we, in the end, even though the chapel? No. We did not succeed even to the toilet. We built musty kitchen with an old stove! We put on the fire a kettle and began to prepare the brew of blood, ash and steel. What have we got? A new humanity? The people of granite? Or at least a terrible monster? No. We people are meandering nonentities. Gutta-percha, two-faced creatures. These puny humans don't even need to be punished. They dutifully take the whip into their own hands and flog themselves. You never had a chance to attend any of the circle of political education? It would not hurt. There you can learn a lot about the human spirit.

Once people supervised reverence. Then fear. Today people are guided by their stomach. Earlier people were bound hand and foot with chains. Today, they are enmeshed in the rectum.

Did I drink too much? Do you want to know why I drink? I assure you, sucker, that, knowing the cause, you'd be surprised that I drink so little.