Everything in the existing world seemed strange to him; it was as if the world had been created for some brief, mocking game. But this game of make-believe had dragged on for a long time,for eternity, and nobody felt like laughing anymore.
We hate our squalor.
The working class is my home country, and my future is linked with the proletariat.
If kids can forget their own mothers but still have a sense of comrade Lenin, then Soviet power really is here to stay!