Your death, death of children With brutal joy I see. Pushkin It is pleasant to the dictator to come up with the Egyptian executions while he is alive. While he, a bastard, breaks his own people on his knee, lets tanks on Tiananmen Square, keeps his competitors in prisons, flies in the elections, lies and hypocrites, forcing others to praise himself. Oh, what kind of flour does not draw an indignant consciousness in response to another injustice!