Homeland [Theme] Page 4

A person who loses his homeland loses everything.

A woman has no homeland. Her homeland is a man. A woman's homeland appears when she has a husband. Or children. Children abandon their homeland - and the mother again does not have it. Homeland is where the heart of a child is.

... you bastard will learn to love your homeland - not as a guest, but as normal people should: with passion, devotion, hatred, and disgust.

Georges knew them [his father's jokes] by heart, but nevertheless he laughed - he laughed because he was intoxicated by the air of his native fields, because he again spoke of love for his native land, for places familiar from childhood, for every thing, for every little thing, at the sight of which old feelings and memories of the past revived in him: it could be a notch on the door, a tripod chair reminiscent of some minor incident, the scent of earth, a strong scent of resin and trees that breathed the nearby forest, the smell of housing, the smell of stagnant water , manure smell.

You have your homeland, and therefore you can abandon it, and this is probably the best thing that can be done with your homeland, especially because what cannot be denied in it is not denied.

Those who decided to stay precisely because they would soon be able to return began to torment some vague sense of loss. The prospect of staying in the States did not seem as bright as before, although, in essence, nothing changed. And those who intended to return and before whom Europe, the old homeland always loomed, suddenly felt that now this is not paradise at all, but a devastated land full of all sorts of problems. It was like a weather vane: it turned one side, then the other. The touching illusions that they all lived with burst. Both those who wanted to return and those who wanted to stay equally felt like deserters. This time they deserted themselves.

Once my homeland was Germany, then Austria, France, in general - Europe, and after that America, and each time this or that country became my homeland only because I left it, and not at all because I lived in her.

Without saying this word ...

Those beggars are crippled at heart.

Stabbed a girl from Nagasaki.

It seemed to me a stuffy prison.

We will raise the first, God willing, not the last,
A bowl of wild honey for Siberia is great!
And the brother-skillful will go in a circle,
From the cedar table, what do you want, snack!
My mother, bear, the house-Siberia is boundless!
If only in a blizzard the shuttle would not be injured!
And the brother-skillful will go in a circle,
From the cedar table, what do you want, snack!

Nikolay Emelin

Get up, Russian people ...