Character: Kira Argunova

If necessary, you can learn anything.

- I loathe your ideals.
Why?
Mainly for one reason - the main and eternal, no matter how much your party promises to accomplish, no matter what Paradise it plans to give to mankind. Whatever your other claims, there is one thing which you cannot avoid, one that turns your Paradise into the most unspeakable hell: your claim that man must live for the state.
- For what else should he live?
- You don't know? - her voice trembled suddenly in a passionate plea, which she was unable to hide. Do you know that the best of us is something to which no one outside hand should dare touch? Something sacred because, and only because you can say, "This is mine". You don't know that people live only for themselves, at least the best of them, those who deserve it? You don't know that we have something that should not touch any state, no team, no millions?
"No," he replied.
- Comrade Taganov, how much you still have to learn!

The crowd is there and gives the feel its existence. It is a well known and disgusting fact. In our time, the crowd gave him experience with a particular abomination.

- You know what you're doing, Argunova? she asked, eyes flashing.
- Eat porridge, ' replied Kira - want to sit with us.
- Do you know what made this girl?
- Don't have a clue.
- No? Then why are you for it?
- You're wrong. I'm not for it, I am against twenty-eight others.
- So do you think it wise to go against the majority?
I think when the question is controversial and there is doubt as to the correctness of any of the parties, correct to side with the weakest of opponents...

This is the only profession [engineer] that does not need to learn to lie. Steel is steel. The greater part of science is someone else's thoughts, someone's desire and the lies of many people.

- ...now is the time to come to terms with life as it is. With such thoughts you far.
"This," Kira said, - depends which direction I want to go

He looked at her with a weak smile and patted my hand like a child.
- Don't you know - he asked - that we can't sacrifice millions in the name of several people?
- And to sacrifice the few when those few - the best of the best? Choose the best right on top and you will remain the best. What is your weight, not the millions of stupid, cowering, indifferent souls who have no own thoughts, own dreams, their own desires, who eat, sleep, and helplessly repeat the words hammered into their brain the other? And for those you would sacrifice a few, who knows life, who is life itself? I'm sick of your ideals, because I don't know the worst of justice, than to give not deserved. Because people are not equal in abilities and not treat them like they are equal.

- Still do not know who of us you need to arm yourself with courage.
- I would be scared only in the day when I give up. And this day will never come.

- Look at me! Take a good look! I was born and I knew that I live and understand what I want.
What do you think keeps me alive? Why do I live? Because I have a stomach, which I stuffed with food? Because I breathe and earn a living? Or because I know what I want, maybe it is life itself.
And who - in this damned universe - who can tell me why I should live not for what you want.
Who articulately answer me this question?
You tried to give us their guidance on what we want and what is not. You came, like an army in a triumphal procession, with the mission of building a new life. Root out old life, about which you knew nothing, you define the criteria new. You got into the natural man, in every hour, every minute, every nerve, every secret thought and said that now all have to live differently. You came and forbade living to live. You locked us in the stone basement, from your close bonds we have burst a vein! And you curiously watching to see what will become of us. Well, look! Look anyone the eyes!

- I would like to help you. But of all people, I least of all can help you. You know that.
He laughed softly:
- But you're helping me, Kira. You're the one who helps me.
She whispered:
Why?
Because, whatever happens, I have you. Because, whatever the human tragedy I saw around me, I still have you.

... If we quietly and just think about all of this - as it is - may we know what death is? It's the end of everything, forever, never again, never, no matter we want it or not.
Can't you see why can't he die? Because I love him.
We all have to suffer. We all achieve something and lose something. It's all good. But because we live, each of us has something that... like... the basis of our existence - and this cannot be touched.

It is a rare gift - to respect themselves and their lives, wanting the best, the highest in this life only for yourself! Imagine the heavenly Paradise, but not to think about it, and tends to demand!

Any God - whatever meaning is invested in that word is the embodiment of what a person believes himself above. And if the person puts the fiction above himself, so he has a very low opinion about himself and his life.