«As long as a country ruled by the nomenclature punks, guarded by the political police, known as the KGB before our eyes in prisons and camps, throw people for what they dared to speak a word of truth, because they dared to save even small crumbs of his dignity, as long as there will not be mentioned by name the perpetrators of this fear, you can not, you do not must sleep. Above each of you and over your children, hangs this fear. And do not tell me that you're not afraid. Even I am afraid now, although my life is lived. Butchers, who ruled our country, not punished. And up until a dog's death Vavilov, and he died from pellagra - from unlimited depletion, as here these dogs are dying in the hatches. We see them in winter. For a dog the death of millions of prisoners, for the dog deaths of millions of peasants died of hunger, hundreds of thousands of prisoners of war while for those deaths has not fallen a hair from the head of any one of the executioners, none of you are safe from the repetition ...
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