Russia [Theme]

If you only knew with what joy I left Switzerland and flew to my darling, my beautiful Italy! She is mine! No one in the world can take it away from me. I was born here. Russia, St. Petersburg, snow, scoundrels, department, department, theater - I dreamed of all this. I woke up again in my homeland and only regretted that the poetic part of this dream - you and three or four memories that left eternal joy in my soul - did not turn into reality.

Dear friend, once again political news disrupts the usual rhythm of life. Everyone is walking as if on a volcano that is about to open up and rage. Everyone feels that the state of affairs in the world is fragile and that changes must happen, but nothing can be foreseen. Could there really be a war again, again bloody rivers would flow, again the interests of art would fade into the background, again Russia would spend its best efforts to maintain its dignity?

- You know, the most stable situation is in the cemetery. If you think that a cemetery is what Russia needs, then I don’t agree with that.

And perhaps most equally...

Where to humiliate myself is the same.

Verse Longing

And the soul will not forgive anyone.

Verse K

What we and each of us will be like, this will be the country.

What we and each of us will be like, this will be the country.

We believe and know that Great Russia will rise and be restored then, and only then, when we rise and rise in prayerful power. For Russia is us, each and all, although it is greater than each and all. For each of us, in his feat, gathers and builds Russia, and in his inertia and fall, ruins and dishonors it.

Oil and swearing are our Russian treasures.

And all of Russia has changed.