He who is conceived in a cage yearns for the cage.

Sorrow happens, hardship happens, the hell with it, who never knew the price of happiness, will not be happy.

How can the confessor teach/ those who are lost and sick at heart,/ when he himself, among the sinners,/ is worst, and most forsaken?/ It is only a game we play/ with other people's sins./ Besides, everyone knows/ that everyone lies confessing.

Мне говорят, качая головой:
"Ты подобрел бы. Ты какой-то злой".

Я добрый был. Недолго это было.

They tell me, shaking their heads:
"You should be kinder. You are somehow furious".

I used to be kind. It didn’t last long.

We stopped the war in Afghanistan. We abolished censorship. We abolished the special commissions that were checking on Russian citizens going abroad. I am very happy that in history my name will be connected to this period.