It was a great happiness to grow up like this boy. It is a great sorrow to be his traitor and to feed from the hands of the scum of the earth, financial tycoons, international cannibals, to betray the Russian fathers and grandfathers and to invent for himself another kinship, another memory, other victories - and absent in that. Don't be a late revanchist, Russian man. Have a conscience. They did it. This date will never expire. God knows in the name of what is happening in our country. The Russians were then at the center of world history. From the grain of November 7, 17, May 45 blossomed, and evil was crushed. But to be prepared for the return of evil and the invasion of the swastika into the light of the Russian star is a task for every generation. No victories happen forever. Defeats don't happen forever. But a people who betrayed his name may disappear from the face of the earth, just as thousands and thousands of peoples who suddenly believed that they were wiser than their ancestors have already disappeared. We are none the wiser. But we are their children. And the blood of the victors flows in us. Declaring winners as losers is the lot of madmen.

It was a great happiness to grow up like this boy. It is a great sorrow to be his traitor and to feed from the hands of the scum of the earth, financial tycoons, international cannibals, to betray the Russian fathers and grandfathers and to invent for himself another kinship, another memory, other victories - and absent in that. Don't be a late revanchist, Russian man. Have a conscience. They did it. This date will never expire. God knows in the name of what is happening in our country. The Russians were then at the center of world history. From the grain of November 7, 17, May 45 blossomed, and evil was crushed. But to be prepared for the return of evil and the invasion of the swastika into the light of the Russian star is a task for every generation. No victories happen forever. Defeats don't happen forever. But a people who betrayed his name may disappear from the face of the earth, just as thousands and thousands of peoples who suddenly believed that they were wiser than their ancestors have already disappeared. We are none the wiser. But we are their children. And the blood of the victors flows in us. Declaring winners as losers is the lot of madmen.