I like that the people of my country have such empty and bulging eyes. It instills in me a sense of rightful pride... One can imagine what kind of eyes there are. Where everything is sold and everything is bought... Deeply hidden, lurking, predatory and frightened eyes... Devaluation, unemployment, pauperism... They look from under their brows, with unceasing worry and torment - these are the eyes in the world of the miser... But my people have what kind of eyes! They are constantly wide open, but - no tension in them. A complete absence of any meaning - but what power! (What spiritual power!) These eyes will not sell. They will neither sell nor buy anything. Whatever happens to my country, in the days of doubt, in the days of painful reflections, in the hour of any trials and hardships - these eyes will not blink.