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“And anything that the boys could carry, they made off with. Combs, lamps, silly little things, even bridal wreaths, everything went. As if we'd had years of life ahead of us. They looted to take their minds off their troubles, to make it look as if they had years before them. Everybody likes that feeling. As far as they were concerned, gunfire was nothing but noise. That's why wars can keep going. Even the people who make them, who fight in them, don't really get the picture. Even with a bullet in their gut, they'd go on picking up old shoes that 'might come in handy.' The way a sheep, lying on its side in a meadow, will keep on grazing with its dying breath. Most people don't die until the last moment; others start twenty years in advance, sometimes more. Those are the unfortunates.”

“A seeker of radical strenght Keeps everything on track, Feeble force yields at length, Not sure where to go back. When one can't find courage, And all the efforts seem vain, It's advised to fight like a sage: Be powerful like a bullet train! Too much work and no play Can make a brain go astray! Determined to live and stay Can lead life into a long way.”

“We must love one another whether or not we die. Love can’t block a bullet but it can’t be destroyed by one either, and love is, for the most part, what makes Us Us— in Orlando and in Brooklyn and in Kabul. We will be everywhere, always; there’s nowhere else for Us, or you, to go. Anywhere you run in this world, love will be there to greet you. Around any corner, there might be two men. Kissing.”

“He placed a pinch of snow on his tongue and thought of making snow ice cream with Frank and their mother when they were small boys - 'First you stir in the vanilla' - Frank standing on a stool on his wondrously functional pre-Libya legs, the bullet that would sever his spinal cord still twenty-five years away but already approaching: a woman giving birth to a child who will someday pull the trigger on a gun, a designer sketching the weapon or its precursor, a dictator making a decision that will spark in the fullness of time into the conflagration that Frank will go overseas to cover for Reuters, the pieces of a pattern drifting closer together.”

“Ndani ya kibweta cha risasi kuna vitu vitano vyenye uwezo wa kulipuka kama vile risasi, kasha, baruti, kitako na fataki. Risasi hutumika kama kombora – kitu kinachoweza kusafiri hewani na kulipuka baada au kabla ya kugonga shabaha – wakati kasha kazi yake ni kuhifadhi vitu vyote vya kibweta kwa pamoja kusudi visisambae. Baruti inayotoa au isiyotoa moshi ni poda yenye uwezo wa kulipuka ambayo ndani yake kuna mkaa, salfa na shura; ambayo husukuma kombora mbele kwa nguvu kubwa baada ya fataki kulipuka kupitia katika kitako cha kibweta. Kitako cha kibweta hutumika kama kiziduo cha risasi kutoka katika chemba ya silaha, wakati fataki kazi yake ni kuwashia baruti.”

“Ndani ya gruneti kuna vitu kumi vyenye uwezo na visivyokuwa na uwezo wa kulipuka kama vile pini, mtaimbo, springi ya mtaimbo, tundu la kuingizia baruti, baruti, fataki, fyuzi, utambi, wenzo na ganda la chuma la pingili kama vipande vya risasi. Pini inapochomolewa, na bomu kurushwa kuelekea kwenye shabaha au kuelekea sehemu nyingine yoyote, wenzo wa usalama huchomoka pia na kuachana na bomu moja kwa moja. Wenzo wa usalama unapochomoka huruhusu mtaimbo ugonge fataki ya kuwashia fyuzi kwa nguvu na kasi kubwa. Fyuzi itawaka kwa sekunde nne kabla ya kuwasha utambi, ambao utawasha baruti ndani ya sekunde moja, kabla ya baruti kulipuka – na kusambaza vipande vya bomu katika kila sehemu ya shabaha.”

“May be the power lies in the hands of the one who holds the gun... so he just presses the trigger whenever the slightest streak of anger passes his mind... and after a few haunting days he roams freely in the country without fear .. and what about the one who faces the wrath and bears the bullets? He leaves a movement behind... but haven't such movements always been ephemeral? Is death the price you need to pay to open the eyes of those who care but just for a couple of days?”

“Глядя на аккуратные ряды «пулек» на прилавках, Артем вспомнил слова своего отчима. «Я читал когда-то, что Калашников гордился своим изобретением, тем, что его автомат – самый популярный в мире. Говорил, счастлив тем, что именно благодаря его конструкции рубежи Родины в безопасности. Не знаю, если бы я эту машину придумал, я бы, наверное, уже с ума сошел. Подумать только, именно при помощи твоей конструкции совершается большая часть убийств на земле! Это даже страшнее, чем быть изобретателем гильотины». Один патрон – одна смерть. Чья-то отнятая жизнь. Сто граммов чая – пять человеческих жизней. Батон колбасы? Пожалуйста, совсем недорого: всего пятнадцать жизней. Качественная кожаная куртка, сегодня скидка, вместо трехсот – только двести пятьдесят, вы экономите пятьдесят чужих жизней. Ежедневный оборот этого рынка, пожалуй, равнялся всему оставшемуся населению метро.”

“It was never easy being a refugee, regardless of what people might never be able to see. Displaced from your truth, running away from the shell, counting the fears over the scars and the hell. It was never easy having a bullet at your head, scattering thoughts, dreams, ideas, on the pot of shame, left behind your day by prejudices and faked games. It was never easy being a refugee… But a torture of the body and the mind, shaping storylines to fit in, concealing the self in the maze of a pipe dream. Just to find the peace, the one that many of us takes for granted.”