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“Только когда будет срублено последнее дерево,
Только когда будет отравлена последняя река,
Только когда будет выловлена последняя рыба, Только тогда вы поймете, что деньги нельзя есть.”
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Только когда будет отравлена последняя река,
Только когда будет выловлена последняя рыба, Только тогда вы поймете, что деньги нельзя есть.”
―
“For what?"
"I don't know," she said, lowering her gaze. "To go with you."
"Go with me where?" he gasped.
"Anywhere." She turned her eyes up. "Anywhere you go." Tatiana said, "I will go with you."
Alexander tried to speak but couldn't; he found himself without words. "But, Tania...I'm going back to the front."
She was looking down at the ground. "Are you, Alexander?" she asked quietly without looking up.
"Of course. Where else would I be going?"
Her eyes stared at him with profound emotion. "You tell me."
Blinking and stepping away from her, as if being too close to her left him unprotected, Alexander said, still holding her backpack, "Tania, I'm going back to the front. Colonel Stepanov gave me extra time to come here. I gave him my word I would return."
"And that's one thing about you Americans," she said, "you always keep your word."
"Yes, that's one thing about us," Alexander said bitterly. "It's no use talking about it. You know I have to go back."
Shivering. Tatiana raised her seaweed eyes to him and in a small voice said, "Then I'll go back with you. I'll go back to Leningrad.”
― The Bronze Horseman
"I don't know," she said, lowering her gaze. "To go with you."
"Go with me where?" he gasped.
"Anywhere." She turned her eyes up. "Anywhere you go." Tatiana said, "I will go with you."
Alexander tried to speak but couldn't; he found himself without words. "But, Tania...I'm going back to the front."
She was looking down at the ground. "Are you, Alexander?" she asked quietly without looking up.
"Of course. Where else would I be going?"
Her eyes stared at him with profound emotion. "You tell me."
Blinking and stepping away from her, as if being too close to her left him unprotected, Alexander said, still holding her backpack, "Tania, I'm going back to the front. Colonel Stepanov gave me extra time to come here. I gave him my word I would return."
"And that's one thing about you Americans," she said, "you always keep your word."
"Yes, that's one thing about us," Alexander said bitterly. "It's no use talking about it. You know I have to go back."
Shivering. Tatiana raised her seaweed eyes to him and in a small voice said, "Then I'll go back with you. I'll go back to Leningrad.”
― The Bronze Horseman
“Fuck Mars.”
― Divorced [Not Dead]
― Divorced [Not Dead]
“Ukraine, March 1929
Roman and Ostap founded an organization called OWK. They handcrafted leaflets with thick pencils and distributed them across the city, sticking them to doors and walls. When an OGPU agent of Afros confronted Roman, he boldly stated, "I serve the revolution, comrade. What about you?" Later, Afros and Zhuk summoned the brothers to a commandeered house in the village square. There, Zhuk questioned if Roman wanted to be sent to Murmansk, which Roman refused. He argued that no kulaks were left in Ispas after the severe purge six weeks earlier. Therefore, they decided to form a group open to everyone, planning its first meeting for the next week. OWK, standing for 'Organization without Kulaks,' was envisioned by Roman as a collective for the non-wealthy farmers of Ispas. He believed that maintaining class struggle among Ukrainian farmers was difficult, as the categories changed with each harvest. Given the recent bad harvest and the absence of kulaks, Roman was unsure how to continue the class conflict as Zhuk had outlined. Nonetheless, he reassured Zhuk with a friendly smile about their commitment to removing the last anti-communist elements, thus establishing OWK. Jock insisted that true commitment meant joining collectivization. Roman recognized the inefficiency of small farms and was open to discussing it further, alluding to important details about the Lazar family's land.”
― Light at Lavelle
Roman and Ostap founded an organization called OWK. They handcrafted leaflets with thick pencils and distributed them across the city, sticking them to doors and walls. When an OGPU agent of Afros confronted Roman, he boldly stated, "I serve the revolution, comrade. What about you?" Later, Afros and Zhuk summoned the brothers to a commandeered house in the village square. There, Zhuk questioned if Roman wanted to be sent to Murmansk, which Roman refused. He argued that no kulaks were left in Ispas after the severe purge six weeks earlier. Therefore, they decided to form a group open to everyone, planning its first meeting for the next week. OWK, standing for 'Organization without Kulaks,' was envisioned by Roman as a collective for the non-wealthy farmers of Ispas. He believed that maintaining class struggle among Ukrainian farmers was difficult, as the categories changed with each harvest. Given the recent bad harvest and the absence of kulaks, Roman was unsure how to continue the class conflict as Zhuk had outlined. Nonetheless, he reassured Zhuk with a friendly smile about their commitment to removing the last anti-communist elements, thus establishing OWK. Jock insisted that true commitment meant joining collectivization. Roman recognized the inefficiency of small farms and was open to discussing it further, alluding to important details about the Lazar family's land.”
― Light at Lavelle
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“They trod into Majdanek, which had been liberated by the Soviets barely three days earlier. The Nazi camp lay on a plate-flat field of brown-green grass and its squat, long green barracks looked almost like camouflage. Alexander smelled the acrid-sweet smell of burning flesh in the air, but said nothing, though by the gradual quieting down in his tank and around his formations, he could tell his men smelled it, too.
"Why did they want us to come here?" asked Telikov, coming up to Alexander and staring with him at the city of Lublin through the barbed wire fence. Lublin was just over the field and down a slope.
"The high command wants us to see what we're dealing with as we force our way into Germany," said Alexander. "So we don't feel pity for the Germans."
Ouspensky asked if the residents of Lublin could smell what he smelled, and Alexander replied that they had probably been smelling it every day for months.
The camp was small and seemed almost serene-as if the humanity had left it, leaving behind only ghosts-
And ash-
And bones-
And blue remnants of Zyclon B gas on the concrete walls.
Femur bones, and clavicles
And spy holes in steel doors.
A "bathhouse" on one side of the small camp.
And ovens with one long tall chimney stack on the other.
A road that connected them.
Barracks that divided them.
A commandant's house.
SS barracks.
And nothing else.
The men walked through slowly and silently, and then bent their heads, and finally, standing at the back of the camp, they took off their caps.
"Can't pretend this was a forced labor camp, can you?" Ouspensky said to Alexander.
"No, can't.”
― By PAULLINA SIMONS - Tatiana and Alexander (2003) [Paperback]
“They trod into Majdanek, which had been liberated by the Soviets barely three days earlier. The Nazi camp lay on a plate-flat field of brown-green grass and its squat, long green barracks looked almost like camouflage. Alexander smelled the acrid-sweet smell of burning flesh in the air, but said nothing, though by the gradual quieting down in his tank and around his formations, he could tell his men smelled it, too.
"Why did they want us to come here?" asked Telikov, coming up to Alexander and staring with him at the city of Lublin through the barbed wire fence. Lublin was just over the field and down a slope.
"The high command wants us to see what we're dealing with as we force our way into Germany," said Alexander. "So we don't feel pity for the Germans."
Ouspensky asked if the residents of Lublin could smell what he smelled, and Alexander replied that they had probably been smelling it every day for months.
The camp was small and seemed almost serene-as if the humanity had left it, leaving behind only ghosts-
And ash-
And bones-
And blue remnants of Zyclon B gas on the concrete walls.
Femur bones, and clavicles
And spy holes in steel doors.
A "bathhouse" on one side of the small camp.
And ovens with one long tall chimney stack on the other.
A road that connected them.
Barracks that divided them.
A commandant's house.
SS barracks.
And nothing else.
The men walked through slowly and silently, and then bent their heads, and finally, standing at the back of the camp, they took off their caps.
"Can't pretend this was a forced labor camp, can you?" Ouspensky said to Alexander.
"No, can't.”
― By PAULLINA SIMONS - Tatiana and Alexander (2003) [Paperback]
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