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The prison was very quiet and calm. The bench was comfortable. The walls were covered with inscriptions, and William passed the time correcting the spelling.

Lies and violence went hand in hand. The "browns" abolished the principles that since the French Revolution have been the basis of the social life and culture of the peoples. They re-introduced slavery under the guise of "voluntary labor service." They imprisoned their opponents, kept them worse than animals, subjected them to torture and called it "physical training." They burned swastikas on their bodies, forced them to urinate on each other, plucked grass with their mouths, led them in buffoon processions through the streets and called it "education in the spirit of national identity." The commandment "Thou shalt not kill" was abolished. Political assassination was extolled as a heroic deed, the Fuehrer called the murderers - precisely because they were murderers - his brothers; memorial plaques were erected to the murderers, the dead were thrown out of the graves; one murderer - precisely because he was a murderer - was elevated to the rank of police president. During the first three months of fascist domination in the country, there were five hundred and ninety-three murders with impunity - more than in the entire previous decade. This figure includes only registered, documented murders. And the number of those executed in the first months of fascist domination was greater than in the previous fifteen years.

Your screams are still not enough!

I love music madly, that's why I curtained all the walls of the house with pictures.

- Adult, huh? I hate all adults! Especially your stupid parents! And I'm not going to die like those pathetic idealists who helped the refugees! Any adult who wastes time on empty dreams is a hopeless fool! Merge

These walls, trees, bushes, these scenery painted on canvas have seen the most sublime love created by the imagination of poets who stand a hundred cubits higher than ordinary people.

The higher the walls you build around your heart, the more it hurts when they are broken.

Because then it will become even worse than "wasted and there is no need."

- Incomparable… Artillerymen! I won’t waste words, I don’t know how to speak, because I didn’t speak at rallies, and therefore I’ll say it briefly. We will beat Petliura, you son of a bitch, and be calm, we will beat him. Among you are Vladimirovites, Konstantinovites, Alekseevites, their eagles have never yet seen shame from them. And many of you are pupils of this famous gymnasium. The old ones from the wall are looking at you. And I hope you don't make me blush for you. Mortar battalion artillerymen! We will defend the Great City during the hours of siege by a bandit. If we roll this dear President six inches, the sky will seem to him no more than his own underpants, his mother's soul through seven coffins!!!

It is not very pleasant to be in a strange house where you are not welcome. There is an acute feeling that everything is trying to squeeze you out of here, even the walls seem to be shrinking, increasing the discomfort.

His tongue works faster than his head, but in his own way he is very intelligent, no doubt about it. He clearly sees his benefits, even through three brick walls.

I take off the cap from the pen and start writing. All my life I've been doing just that. He wrote, drawn by a double contradictory impulse: to erect walls and open doors. Walls - to protect reality from destructive cruelty, and doors - to break out into a parallel world, the same reality, but not as it is, but as it should be.

- I'm telling you exactly. As you will see, you will immediately understand.

We built bridges...