我是一名普通的文学战士,一名普通的文学工人,我并因此而骄傲,因为,归根结底,战士的双手创造胜利,工人的双手建设生活。我的生活是非常幸福的:我从幼年起就从未脱离开劳动群众……北方的劳动农民给了我第一篇小说……知识界给了我理性知识,而无产阶级一奥列霍沃朱耶夫工厂的纺织工——把这些知识变成了阶级感情。 I am an ordinary literary warrior, an ordinary literary worker, and I am therefore proud because, ultimately, the soldier’s hands create victory and the worker’s hands build life. My life is very happy: I have never separated the working masses since my youth ... The northern working peasants gave my first novel ... The intellectual circles gave me rational knowledge, and the proletariat-Oleghoyo The textile workers at the Juyev factory turned this knowledge into a class feeling.