Flinging an arm around my shoulders, he would say:
'To stand up for the truth is nothing!
For truth you have to sit in jail!
Or else he taught me to sing this song from Tsarist hard-labor days:
'And if we have to perish
In mines and prisons wet,
Our cause will ever find renown
In future Generations yet.'
- Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn. The Gulag Archipelago. VOL1.
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