"People should control their habits, and never let habits control people."

"If a person cannot get rid of bad habits, then he is worthless."

"No matter what, what I gained is much more, and what I lost is incomparable."

"The future belongs to us."

"Don't leave painful memories in your life."

"There are not only struggles in our lives, but also the joy of beautiful relationships."

"Be Work with all your strength, like a docile horse climbing a heavy load."

"Keep fighting until the end."

"What makes me leave the fighting ranks. There is only death."

"Remembering my life year after year, like an impartial judge examining my life."

"Even when life becomes unbearable. We must be good at living and do our best to make life beneficial to the people."

"Wasting manpower is equivalent to committing a crime." "No one has the right to waste his own health. . ”

“Being strong is relatively simple and easy to do when a person is healthy and full of youthful vitality. Being strong is only glorious when life tightly surrounds you like an iron ring. Achievements! ”

“Have you done everything you can to make your life beneficial to the people? ”

The most precious thing is life, and life is for everyone. Only once. How should we spend this only life? Whenever I look back on the past, I will not feel regret for wasting my years, nor will I feel ashamed for doing nothing. When I am dying, I can say that my whole life and all my energy have been dedicated to the most precious cause of mankind - the struggle for the liberation of mankind! (The most classic)

In late autumn, it rains continuously. The cold raindrops soaked through clothes and chilled the body. The road construction team works from early morning to late at night every day. At night, everyone slept on the concrete floor wearing rain-soaked and mud-hardened clothes, using each other's body heat to keep warm. The daily meal was a pound and a half of anthracite-like black bread, and sometimes even this was not available. Orric gangs also continued to attack. Members of the Communist Youth League fought and worked at the same time. The sound of iron rods and shovels hitting stones could be heard everywhere, and backbones bent during intense labor could be seen everywhere. Soon, winter came. People are still working hard in the ice and snow, digging through the frozen land. As long as we keep doing this, we will definitely build this railway. Zhu Helai came to the construction site and was extremely moved when he saw this scene: "This is how steel is made!"

Paul, who was severely attacked by the disease, took the lead in fighting against sabotage. Labor creates competition. Before dawn every day, he dragged his swollen and stiff feet and took the initiative to prepare boiling water and hot dishes for his comrades. Even though Paul had a high fever all day long, he still shoveled snow with a big wooden shovel. Severe typhoid fever finally knocked Paul down. The body of an unknown young man with fair hair was carried to the platform. This young man was Paul.

Paul did not die of typhoid fever. He came back from the death line and fought tenaciously at his revolutionary post.

The death of the leader did not cause the party's ranks to disperse. Just like a big tree, its roots are deeply rooted into the soil. Even if the top of the tree is cut off, it will never wither.

Put the gun away and don’t tell anyone. Even if life is unbearable, you have to persevere. Only then can such a life become valuable.

Thousands of people form a powerful transformer, forming an inexhaustible driving force.

There is no need to hold a mass meeting. No one here needs propaganda and encouragement. Tokarev, you are very accurate. They are indeed priceless. This is how steel is made.

When a person is healthy and full of youthful vitality, being strong is relatively simple and easy to do. Only when life holds you tightly like an iron ring, being strong is glorious. Performance

The problem is different if you know what you are dying for. Those who understand this will have power. If you feel that the truth is on your side, you may even be willing to die. This is how heroic actions occur.

Any fool can end himself at any time! This is the cowardest and easiest way out.

Comrades, move forward bravely,

Steel is forged in struggle,

To open up the road to freedom,

Stand up and march towards battlefield!

Even when life is really unbearable, you must find a way to survive, life will always be useful

The waves lapped at the scattered rocks at his feet, from The dry sea breeze from distant Turkey caressed his face. The coast of the harbor is irregularly arched, and a breakwater made of steel and cement blocks the waves. The rolling mountain ranges abruptly break off to the seashore. On the outskirts of the city, white huts line up among the peaks, stretching far into the distance.

The old suburban park was quiet. The withered yellow maple leaves swept by the autumn wind slowly fell on the path that had not been cleaned for a long time and was overgrown with weeds.

An old Persian coachman pulled Paul here from the city. As he helped the strange passenger out of the car, he couldn't help but ask: "Why are you here? There are no girls here, no theater, only jackals wandering around here... What are you doing here? I really don't understand." Understood! Mr. Comrade, you'd better take my car back!"

Korchakin paid the fare and the old man left.

The park is deserted. Paul found a bench at the beach and sat down, facing the sun, which was no longer so scorching.

He came to this secluded place by car in order to consider how to arrange his future life. It’s time to wrap things up and make decisions.

With his second arrival, the conflicts in the Chucham family intensified to the extreme. When the old man heard that he was here again, he became very angry and made a lot of noise and mischief at home. The leader of the resistance was naturally Paul. The old man did not expect to encounter strong resistance from his wife and two daughters, so from the day Paul came for the second time, the family had been separated, and the two sides were hostile to each other and hated each other. The corridor leading to the old couple's room has been nailed down, and a small wing has been rented to Korchagin. The rent has been paid to the old man in advance. He seemed to calm down quickly because his two daughters no longer had to bear the cost of living on their own.

For diplomatic reasons, Albina still lives with the old man. The old man never went to where the young man lived because he didn't want to meet that hateful man. However, in the yard he was like a locomotive, puffing out smoke loudly to show that he was the owner of this place. .

Before the old man went to work in the cooperative, he knew two skills: a shoemaker and a carpenter. Now, he uses the shed as a workshop, working in it whenever he has time to earn some extra money. He quickly moved the workbench under Paul's window, deliberately trying to embarrass the tenant. He hammered the nails hard, feeling happy in his heart. He knew that this would prevent Paul from reading.

"Just wait, one day I will drive you away from here..." He often whispered to himself in a low voice.

In the distance, close to the horizon, the smoke column from the ship spread out like a dark cloud. A flock of seagulls screamed and dived toward the sea.

Korchakin held his head in his hands and fell into deep thought. His whole life, from childhood to the present, flashed before his eyes scene by scene. How has his life been in these twenty-four years? Good or bad? He looked back year after year, examining his life like an impartial judge. He was very satisfied with the result and his life was pretty good. Of course, due to stupidity, youth, and mostly ignorance, I also made many mistakes. But the most important thing is that in the fiery years of struggle, he did not sleep. He found his position in the brutal struggle to seize power, and there were also a few drops of his blood on the red flag of the revolution.

He never left the team until all his energy was exhausted. Now that his body is broken and he can no longer hold his position, there is only one way to go to the rear hospital. He also remembered that during a fierce battle near Warsaw, a soldier was shot by a bullet and fell from his horse to the ground. The comrades hurriedly bandaged his wounds, handed him over to the ambulance personnel, and continued to run forward, chasing the enemy. This cavalry company did not stop advancing because of the loss of a soldier. That's how it is, and that's how it should be when fighting for a great cause. Of course, there are exceptions. He has seen machine gunners without legs, sitting on machine gun carts and persisting in fighting. They are warriors who frighten the enemy. Their machine guns bring death and destruction to the enemy.

With their iron will and accurate marksmanship, they have become the pride of each team. But such people are rare.

Now, his body is completely broken and there is no hope of returning to the team. What should he do with himself? He finally learned the true condition of the disease from Bazhanova: he should be mentally prepared, as he would encounter more terrible things in the future. So, what exactly should be done? This unresolved problem lay before him like an eerie black hole.

Now that he has lost the most precious thing - the ability to fight, what's the point of living? Today, in the bleak tomorrow, what can he use to prove that he is not wasting his time? What do you use to enrich your life? Just eat, drink and breathe? Just be a helpless bystander, watching your comrades fight and advance? Are you going to become a liability to this team? Should he destroy this body that had betrayed him? Just take a shot in the heart and all the problems are solved! If you could live a good life in the past, you should be able to end this life in time now. Who can blame a dying warrior who refuses to struggle any longer?

His hand touched the flat frame of the Browning pistol in his pocket, and his fingers habitually grasped the handle of the gun. He slowly pulled out his pistol.

"Who would have thought that you would have such a day?"

The muzzle of the gun looked into his eyes contemptuously. Paul put the pistol on his knee and cursed fiercely:

"Brother, this is fake heroism! Kill yourself, any fool can do it at any time. This is to get rid of The most cowardly and easiest way to survive. Have you ever tried to overcome this life? Have you tried your best to break free from this iron ring? Didn't you launch seventeen charges in one day near Volonsky New Town and finally conquer that city against all odds? Put your pistol away and never tell anyone about it, even if life becomes unbearable. We should also be good at living and make life useful and fulfilling."

He stood up and walked towards the road. A mountain man driving a four-wheeled carriage into the city took him along with him. At the crossroads he bought a local newspaper. There was a notice in the newspaper: Party members in the city were asked to meet at the Demyan Bedny Club. It was late at night when Paul returned home. He delivered a speech at the meeting. He did not expect that this would be his last speech at the conference.

Paul and Daya arrived in Moscow and stayed in an agency archives for a few days. The person in charge of this agency helped Paul to be admitted to a specialized hospital.

Until now, Paul understands: When a person is young and strong, it is relatively simple and easy to be strong; now, when life is holding you tightly like an iron ring, It is a glorious achievement to be able to persevere even when you are struggling.

A year and a half has passed since the night Paul checked into the archives. It is difficult to express in words the pain he has suffered during these eighteen months.

In the hospital, Professor Averbach told Paul bluntly that it was impossible to restore vision. In the unlikely future, if the inflammation disappears, pupil surgery may be tried. He suggested surgical treatment first to eliminate inflammation.

They asked Paul for his opinion. Paul said he agreed with whatever the doctor thought needed to be done.

When he was lying on the operating table and the scalpel cut open his neck and removed the parathyroid gland on one side, the black wings of death touched him three times. However, Paul's vitality is very tenacious. Daya waited outside anxiously. A few hours later, she saw her husband's face was as pale as death, but still very energetic and as calm and gentle as usual: "Good girl, don't worry, I won't be so easy." I'm going to go into a coffin. Even if I try to mess with the predictions of those medical authorities, their diagnosis of my condition is absolutely correct, but it would be a big deal to write a certificate saying that I am 100% incapable of working. That's wrong. Let's see!"

Paul firmly chose a path and was determined to return to the ranks of builders of a new life through this path.

Winter has passed, and spring is blooming outside the window. Paul performed the last operation and finally escaped death, but his blood was gone. He felt he could no longer stay in the hospital.

He had lived for so long among the pain of various sick people and the groans and wails of the dying, which was more difficult than enduring his own pain.

The doctor suggested that he undergo another operation. He said coldly and bluntly: "That's it. That's enough for me. I have donated part of my blood to science, and the rest will be left behind." Give me something else to do."

That same day, Paul wrote a letter to the Central Committee, asking for help in settling in Moscow, because his wife was working there and he continued to move around. Hospitalization was of no use. For the first time in his life, he asked the party organization for help. The Moscow City Soviet allocated him a house. So Paul left the hospital, his only hope at that time was to never come back.

The house was in a secluded alley on Kropotkin Street. It was very simple, but in his opinion, it was already very luxurious. When he wakes up at night, he often still doesn't believe that he has left the hospital far away.

Daya has become a formal party member. She worked very hard and despite a very unhappy personal life she did not fall behind other advanced workers. The workers trusted this taciturn woman: she was elected to the factory committee. Paul was proud that his lifelong partner had become a Bolshevik, which eased his pain.

Once, Bazhanova came to Moscow on a business trip and came to visit Paul. They talked for a long time. Paul enthusiastically told her of the path he had chosen, by which he would be able to return to the ranks of a warrior.

Bazhanova noticed that Korchagin had silver hair on his temples, and said softly: "I can see that you have endured a lot of pain, but you still have not lost the eternal beauty." Unquenchable enthusiasm. What could be more valuable than this? You have been preparing for five years and now you have decided to write. But how do you write?"

Paul comforted her with a smile. Said: "Tomorrow they will send me a board with a grid carved on it. It is made of cardboard. Without this board I can't write, and the words on different lines will overlap. I thought about it for a long time. The solution was to carve out spaces on the cardboard so that my pencil would not go outside the straight lines. I couldn't see what I was writing. It was very difficult to write, but it was not impossible. I'm convinced of this. I tried for a long time and couldn't write well at first, but now I write slowly and carefully, and the result is pretty good. " /p>

Paul started to work. He planned to write a novella about the heroic Kotovsky Cavalry Division, and the title came to him without thinking: Born of the Storm.

From this day on, Paul devoted his whole body and mind to the creation of this book. He wrote slowly, line after line, page after page. He forgot everything and immersed himself in the characters in the book. He also tasted the hardship of creation for the first time: sometimes those vivid, vivid and unforgettable scenes clearly reappeared in his mind, but he could not express them with pen and ink. The written words seem so pale and weak, lacking vitality and passion.

He must memorize all the parts that have been written word for word. Otherwise, once the clue is broken, the work will be hindered. The mother watched her son's work with anxiety.

In the process of working, he had to recite entire pages and even entire chapters from memory, so his mother sometimes thought he was crazy. When Paul was writing, she did not dare to approach him. Only when she was picking up the manuscript that had fallen to the ground for him, she timidly said: "Povrusha, you'd better do something else. Where have I seen someone like you, always writing endlessly..."

Seeing his mother so uneasy, Paul couldn't help laughing, and comforted the old lady, saying that he was not completely "crazy" yet. the point.

① The most precious thing for a person is life. Life is only once for a person. Therefore, a person's life should be spent like this: when a person looks back on the past, he will not regret for wasting his years, nor will he regret it. Being ashamed of his inaction; in this way, when he is dying, he can say that I have dedicated my whole life and all my energy to the most precious cause in life - fighting for the liberation of mankind. We must live in a hurry because even a sudden illness or accident can end our lives.

②The death of the leader did not cause the party’s ranks to disperse. Just like a big tree, its roots are deeply rooted into the soil. Even if the top of the tree is cut off, it will never wither.

③Put away the gun and don’t tell anyone. Even if life is unbearable, you have to persevere. Only then can such a life become valuable.

④Thousands of people form a powerful transformer, forming an inexhaustible driving force.

⑤ "There is no need to hold a mass meeting. No one here needs propaganda and encouragement. Tokarev, you are very accurate. They are indeed priceless. This is how steel is made!" Zhu Helai of.

1) When a person is healthy and full of youthful vitality, being strong is relatively simple and easy to do. Only when life holds you tightly like an iron ring, being strong is Glorious achievements

2) If you know what to die for, the problem is different. Those who understand this will have power. If you feel that the truth is on your side, you may even be willing to die. This is how heroic actions occur.

3) Any fool can end himself at any time! This is the cowardest and easiest way out.

5) Comrades, move forward bravely,

Steel is forged in struggle,

To open up the road to freedom,

Stand up Chest to the battlefield!

6) Even when life is really unbearable, you must find a way to survive. Life will always be useful.

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"You must hurry up and live quickly, because an inexplicable disease or an unexpected tragic event will make life difficult

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"Our country is reviving and becoming stronger, and there is a lot to do in this world."

"People should control their habits. Never let habits rule you."

"If a person cannot change his bad habits, he is worthless."

"I have gained much more anyway. , the things lost are incomparable."

"The future belongs to us."

"Don't leave painful memories in your life."

"There are not only struggles in our lives, but also the joy brought by beautiful feelings."

"We must work with all our strength, like a docile horse focusing on "Everything goes uphill."

"Keep fighting until the end."

"The only thing that can keep me from fighting is death."

"One year." Looking back on a year, I am like an impartial judge examining my life."

"Even when life is unbearable, you must be good at living and do your best to make life < /p>

It is beneficial to the people."

"It is a crime to waste manpower." "No one has the right to waste his own health."

" Being strong is relatively simple and easy to do when you are healthy and full of youthful vitality. Being strong is a glorious achievement only when life is like an iron ring that tightly hugs you."

"To make you stronger! Have you made every effort to make your life beneficial to the people? ”

The most precious thing for people is life, and life is only once for everyone. How should we spend this only life? Whenever I look back on the past, I will not regret for wasting my years, nor will I feel ashamed for doing nothing.

When I am dying, I can say that my whole life and all my energy have been dedicated to the most precious cause of mankind - the struggle for the liberation of mankind! (The most classic)

In late autumn, it rains continuously. The cold raindrops soaked through clothes and chilled the body. The road construction team works from early morning to late at night every day. At night, everyone slept on the cement floor wearing rain-soaked and mud-hardened clothes, using each other's body heat to keep warm. The daily meal was a pound and a half of anthracite-like black bread, and sometimes even this was not available. Orric gangs also continued to attack. Members of the Communist Youth League fought and worked at the same time. The sound of iron rods and shovels hitting stones could be heard everywhere, and backbones bent during intense labor could be seen everywhere. Soon, winter came. People are still working hard in the ice and snow, digging through the frozen land. As long as we keep doing this, we will definitely build this railway. Zhu Helai came to the construction site and was extremely moved when he saw this scene: "This is how steel is made!"

Paul, who was severely attacked by the disease, took the lead in fighting against sabotage. Labor creates competition. Before dawn every day, he dragged his swollen and stiff feet and took the initiative to prepare boiling water and hot dishes for his comrades. Even though Paul had a high fever all day long, he still shoveled snow with a big wooden shovel. Severe typhoid fever finally knocked Paul down. The body of an unknown young man with fair hair was carried to the platform. This young man was Paul.

Paul did not die of typhoid fever. He came back from the death line and fought tenaciously at his revolutionary post.

The death of the leader did not cause the party's ranks to disperse. Just like a big tree, its roots are deeply rooted into the soil. Even if the top of the tree is cut off, it will never wither.

Put the gun away and don’t tell anyone. Even if life is unbearable, you have to persevere. Only then can such a life become valuable.

Thousands of people form a powerful transformer, forming an inexhaustible driving force.

There is no need to hold a mass meeting. No one here needs propaganda and encouragement. Tokarev, you are very accurate. They are indeed priceless. This is how steel is made.

When a person is healthy and full of youthful vitality, being strong is relatively simple and easy to do. Only when life holds you tightly like an iron ring, being strong is glorious. Performance

The problem is different if you know what you are dying for. Those who understand this will have power. If you feel that the truth is on your side, you may even be willing to die. This is how heroic actions occur.

Any fool can end himself at any time! This is the cowardest and easiest way out.

Comrades, move forward bravely,

Steel is forged in struggle,

To open up the road to freedom,

Stand up and march towards battlefield!

With his second arrival, the conflicts in the Chucham family intensified to the extreme. When the old man heard that he was here again, he became very angry and made a lot of noise and mischief at home. The leader of the resistance was naturally Paul. The old man did not expect to encounter strong resistance from his wife and two daughters, so from the day Paul came for the second time, the family had been separated, and the two sides were hostile to each other and hated each other. The corridor leading to the old couple's room has been nailed down, and a small wing has been rented to Korchagin. The rent has been paid to the old man in advance. He seemed to calm down quickly because his two daughters no longer had to bear the cost of living on their own.

For diplomatic reasons, Albina still lives with the old man. The old man never went to where the young man lived. He didn't want to meet that hateful man. However, in the yard, he puffed out smoke loudly like a locomotive to show that he was the owner of this place. .

Before the old man went to work in the cooperative, he knew two skills: a shoemaker and a carpenter. Now, he uses the shed as a workshop, working in it whenever he has time to earn some extra money. He quickly moved the workbench under Paul's window, deliberately trying to embarrass the tenant. He hammered the nails hard, feeling happy in his heart. He knew that this would prevent Paul from reading.

"Just wait, one day I will drive you away from here..." He often whispered to himself in a low voice.

In the distance, close to the horizon, the smoke column from the ship spread out like a dark cloud. A flock of seagulls screamed and swooped toward the sea.

Korchakin held his head in his hands and fell into deep thought. His whole life, from childhood to the present, flashed before his eyes scene by scene. How has his life been in these twenty-four years? Good or bad? He looked back year after year, examining his life like an impartial judge. He was very satisfied with the result and his life was pretty good. Of course, due to stupidity, youth, and mostly ignorance, I also made many mistakes. But the most important thing is that in the fiery years of struggle, he did not sleep. He found his position in the brutal struggle to seize power, and there were also a few drops of his blood on the red flag of the revolution.

He never left the team until all his energy was exhausted. Now that his body is broken and he can no longer hold his position, there is only one way to go to the rear hospital. He also remembered that during a fierce battle near Warsaw, a soldier was shot by a bullet and fell from his horse to the ground. The comrades hurriedly bandaged his wounds, handed him over to the ambulance personnel, and continued to run forward, chasing the enemy. This cavalry company did not stop advancing just because it lost a soldier. That is how it is, and that is how it should be when fighting for a great cause. Of course, there are exceptions. He has seen machine gunners without legs, sitting on machine gun carts and persisting in fighting. They are warriors who frighten the enemy. Their machine guns bring death and destruction to the enemy. With their iron will and accurate marksmanship, they have become the pride of each team. But such people are rare.

Now that he has lost the most precious thing - the ability to fight, what's the point of living? Today, in the bleak tomorrow, what can he use to prove that he is not wasting his time? What do you use to enrich your life? Just eat, drink and breathe? Just be a helpless bystander, watching your comrades fight and advance? Are you going to become a liability to this team? Should he destroy this body that had betrayed him? Just take a shot in the heart and all the problems are solved! If you could live a good life in the past, you should be able to end this life in time now. Who can blame a dying warrior who refuses to struggle any longer?

The muzzle looked into his eyes contemptuously. Paul put the pistol on his knee and cursed fiercely:

"Brother, this is fake heroism! Kill yourself, any fool can do it at any time. This is to get rid of The most cowardly and easiest way to survive. Have you ever tried to overcome this life? Have you tried your best to break free from this iron ring? Didn't you launch seventeen charges in one day near Volonsky New Town and finally conquer that city against all odds? Put your pistol away and never tell anyone about it, even if life becomes unbearable. We must be good at living and make life useful and fulfilling."

When he was lying on the operating table, the scalpel cut open his neck and removed the parathyroid gland on one side, the black color of death appeared. The wings touched him three times. However, Paul's vitality is very tenacious. Daya waited outside anxiously. A few hours later, she saw her husband's face was as pale as death, but still very energetic and as calm and gentle as usual: "Good girl, don't worry, I won't be so easy." I'm going into a coffin. I still want to live, even if I try to mess with the predictions of those medical authorities. Their diagnosis of my condition is absolutely correct, but it would be too big to write a certificate saying that I am 100% incapable of working. That's wrong. Let's see!"

Paul firmly chose a path and was determined to return to the ranks of builders of a new life through this path. In the course of his work, he had to recite entire pages and even entire chapters from memory, so his mother sometimes thought he was crazy. When Paul was writing, she did not dare to approach him. Only when she was picking up the manuscript that had fallen to the ground for him, she timidly said: "Povrusha, you'd better do something else. I have never seen someone like you, who keeps writing endlessly..."

"Our country is reviving and becoming stronger, and there is a lot to do in this world."

< p>"People should control their habits, and never let habits control people."

"If a person cannot get rid of bad habits, then he is worthless."

"No matter However, what I have gained is much more, and what I have lost is incomparable.

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“The future belongs to us. ”

“Don’t leave painful memories in your life. ”

“There are not only struggles in our lives, but also the joy brought by beautiful feelings. ”

“Work with all your strength, like a docile horse climbing a heavy load. ”

“Keep fighting until the last moment. ”

“The only thing that can keep me out of the fighting ranks is death. "

"Recalling it year by year, like an impartial judge examining his life. ”

“Even when life becomes unbearable, we must be good at living and do our best to make life

beneficial to the people. ”

“A waste of manpower is tantamount to a crime. “No one has the right to waste his or her health. ”

“Being strong is relatively simple and easy to do when a person is healthy and full of youthful vitality. Being strong is a glorious achievement only when life holds you tightly like an iron ring. ! ”

“Have you done everything you can to make your life beneficial to the people? ”

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