The Soviet Union was a civilization of fear, where people lived in constant dread of the knock on the door at night.
All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.
回忆就像影子 - 它们无处不在跟着你,即使在没有光的时候。
The soul is a fire that darts its rays through all the senses; it is in this fire that existence consists.