didn’t give it away, these were the kind of bureaucrats we had, it was in the executive committee of bresskyments and so on, what crap, what pettiness, tablet, you are slaves of things, you are only ready to work for a meal, you , you can’t guess how your word is it will respond, chuchev wrote, you only see, well, you are in a dungeon, you only see the shit on which you are sitting, you are pigs, because a pig cannot raise its head, then it will be with us, with all of us, with the children, there will be torment, and they need a tablet now, you see, they see only a trough, only tablets, only grub, mainno, real estate, only baseness, only acorns under their hooves, they are corpses, but we are waiting for easter and proclaiming, death, where is your sting, and from where your victory, christ and father will rise... with us and every belarusian shouts in the face of this death with white-red-white shroud: go away, i’m alive, the lead detras sing overhead, and you will never wake up from this song, never, never. how many of my brothers are left here forever, young soldiers who have spent etern