Andrei Platonov

Then she would wander through fields, over simple, poor land, looking carefully and keenly all round her, still getting used to being alive in the world, and feeling glad that everything in it was right for her _ for her body, her heart, and her freedom.

Happiness will come from materialism, not from meaning.

Inside every poor creature was a sense of some other happy destiny, a destiny that was necessary and inevitable -why, then, did they find their lives such a burden and why were they always waiting for something?

O masses, o masses! When will you assume the image and likeness of your avant-garde?