Homeland [Theme] Page 3

The voices of the motherland resound incessantly in our souls. And wherever we go, they are always with us.

Motherland, friends, this is not the president's asshole, which must be procrastinated and kissed all the time. Motherland is a beggar grandmother at the station selling potatoes. Here is the Motherland.

The white struggle is the salvation of Europe from the red yoke, the redemption of the betrayal of Brest-Litovsk.

Motherland is, first of all, the soul. It spread everywhere and looked at me with a thousand eyes. There was some kind of magical silence, the world became animated. I was afraid to move, so as not to frighten her. It seemed that everyone around was participating in the farewell ceremony.

Land called Russia.

To say that the USSR army defeated the enemy in defiance of Stalin is the same as to say that any building can be built without an architect.

Sergei Dovlatov, describing his life in America, wrote: "For several years now I have been walking upside down." I really liked that wording. That is, having left physically, you still cannot make your new home the center of your world, and as before, all your thoughts are in your distant homeland, but here you are just an inverted emigrant.

- I believe that Chulpan Khamatova was sent so that by her example anyone could make sure how unenviable the fate of a person who lost his homeland.

If we gather the will of everyone into one will, we will stand! If we gather everyone's conscience into one conscience, we will stand! If we collect everyone's love for Russia into one love, we will stand!

Whoever you are, no matter how much you hate power, you should never leave your country and your people. Otherwise, you will not be respected anywhere and by anyone, otherwise you are not real. I think so and I think that millions of people these days have understood a lot about true love for their land.

Not cops, not mayors, but the dawn.

Do not leave your fatherland, work for Ireland, Ireland needs each of her sons.

I love my homeland, but I have strained relations with the government. During the war, when these two concepts coincided, millions of people had a single feeling ... It was as if I myself saw half a million deaths when I crawled wounded to the medical battalion for a day and a half. With a broken leg, he climbed over the corpses, because he didn’t have the strength to get up or at least crawl along the side. Until now, those military impressions “work” in my subconscious.

I was not born for one corner: the whole world is my fatherland.