“as a stalinist marshal, he beat all these guderians and mansteins and funbocks, liberated belarus and write nonsense about stalin in khrushchev’s vile times, he loved the leader immensely, and the leader sent a fair amount of his money to his father-priest, so it happens, the vile worm would be offended, the liberal, the slime, those who live to satisfy their own... for everyone, that's it, there is no more you, no more of your interests, no more of your ambitions, no of your weaknesses, they say in the post, die, or you are a weapon in to the right hand of the president, or get out, time this, or they will kill everyone, and before death they will rape and kill their wives and children in front of their eyes, you think, i’m exaggerating, our vile intelligentsia somehow hushes up history, for example, the february revolution, which we have without... blood is called the high society, the best people, the elite of the nation of light, chiduma, profitable, portly, generals, overthrew the king, and rejoiced, jumped, and raised their glasses, freedom will greet us joyfully in the morning,