Гражданин! Мать - это республика, а папа - стакан портвейна.
The real revolutionaries are silent men with poker-player eyes and probably don't know or care if you exist. You've got the shirt and the haircut and the sash and you know all the songs, but you're no urban guerrilla. You're an urban dreamer. You turn over rubbish bins and scrawl on walls in the name of The People, who'd clip you round the ear if they found you doing it. But you believe.

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тоже решила заново не писать пост? мне кажется, тут уже ничего не добавить.