graves [Theme]

At the ancient temple... God... You!

Melina: - I don't expect you to understand, you're English, but I'm half Greek, and Greek women always take revenge for their loved ones!

Graves of the dead

You will not meet at the market, you will not buy.

Ovsyankin

Lord our God, our young patriots, the idols of our hearts, go into battle - be with them! In our thoughts, together with them, we leave the peace and warmth of our dear hearths and go to smash our enemies. Lord our God, help us smash their soldiers to bloody shreds with shells; help us to litter their flowering fields with the lifeless corpses of their patriots; help us drown out the roar of the guns with the cries of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us with a hurricane of fire to raze their modest dwellings to the ground; help us to torment the hearts of their innocent widows with inconsolable grief; help us to deprive them of friends and shelter, so that they roam with their little children through the barren plains of their devastated country, in tatters, tormented by thirst and hunger, scorched by the sun in summer, trembling from the icy wind in winter, completely despairing, vainly begging you to open before them the doors of the grave so that they may find rest; for us who worship you, O Lord, crush their hopes to ashes, ruin their lives, prolong their woeful wanderings, make their steps heavier, sprinkle their path with tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! With love and faith, we pray for this to the one who is the source of love, a true friend and refuge for all those who suffer, who seek his help with a humble heart and a penitent soul. Amen.

Buying your own piece of land is the favorite dream of our commoner, often to the obvious detriment of his well-being ... love for our own land can rightly be called popular among us, but this does not mean that it is combined with love for the communal form of ownership or life ... The whole modern life of the peasant from the cradle to the grave there is a constant desire to jump out not only from communal ownership, but even from family ownership, for which the daily divisions with tearing off the passage from the hut and breaking the saw between two brothers serve as eloquent proof ... The people hate communal ownership and flounder with it because it is from he is not released.

We are not afraid of the darkness of the grave.

We are not afraid of the darkness of the grave.

In war, politicians give ammunition, the rich give food, and the poor give their children! When the war is over, politicians shake hands! The rich are raising food prices, and the poor are looking for the graves of their children.

And consider that in the grave we would suddenly need life experience.

An empty pocket is better than a full grave.

“If there was an afterlife, I would know,” he teased earlier. “While alive, your mother grumbled at me incessantly, so nothing would have stopped her from returning from the grave.

we cross at someone's grave.