" . . Here I stand before you, a simple Russian woman, beaten by her husband, frightened by her ass, shot by enemies - tenacious! I'm standing there thinking, why am I here? It is to enforce the greatest laws in the world. You have to understand! I am only sorry that my youth passed in a foreign field, on the master's pots, on the husband's fists. What's there to say? Now I look only at my happiness, I look and believe: maybe my word will fall into the law! We have been brought up here—here I am—to this rostrum—the Party and our Soviet power! So let us fight for them and, of course, for this life until our death hour. Yeah. This monologue won't work right now!
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