Mama, don't forget to put a little monument on my tomb when I'm dead..

Why aren't I like other boys?.

When I am dead, I will not hurt anymore, will it Mama?...When I am dead, build me a little monument of stones in the woods..

Today is like yesterday and tomorrow will be the same as today. God, help us! Take pity of us!.

Now I have realized what the lie is. If I became a tsar, no one would ever dare to tell me a lie. I would have gotten the country under control..

I enjoy the sun and the beauty of summer as long as I can. Who knows whether one of these days I shall not be prevented from doing it?.