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The husband of the self -immolation of the Nizhny Novgorod journalist Irina Slavina promised to restore the release of Kozapress

In early October, a completely wild event occurred in Russia, which was strikingly lost in the rest of the idiotic in a couple of weeks: the Nizhny Novgorod journalist Irina Slavina, after a search under the far -fetched pretext of her wrecking activities and cooperation with political organizations prohibited in Russia, burned itself with the building of the local Ministry of Internal Affairs. After that, Irina was buried by the whole city, the seized things were returned to the family, they stopped the next court that Slavina distributed false news on Kozapress, but it was completely easier to do.

Probably, the arguments about what the flaw of the system is that Slavin faced, or polemic thoughts, how to fix it, could reassure the nervous system. However, a simple consideration that this system simply should not be like such does not give rest. You can catch this obvious anxiety even in the simple monologue of Alexei Murataev, the husband of the deceased Irina Slavina, who recalls her youth, wife and life with her in Russia:

“I was born in Nizhny Novgorod, on Kovalikhinskaya Street. Standard Soviet family. Life without any frills. A communal apartment, in fact, in an old wooden house. Work, rest, like everyone else, go to the sea. There is no car. The salary is a maximum of 180 rubles. I studied at the eighth school, it was a good school. Then he studied here, in Nizhny, - Academy of Water Transport. By the specialty, I am an engineer-prisoner, that is, I am a navigator of long-distance swimming. My father, too, had a sailor, a trading fleet, just after a certain accident he had a village of vision, and he went ashore.

Here we had mixed swimming vessels, it was possible to carry goods directly from the depths of the country to the external market. Want from here to the Baltic, you want in the North Sea. You start with the bottom. Sailor. Navigator. Senior assistant captain. Captain. But I went ashore with a senior assistant - Rita was born, the second child, I had to deal with her, and I left. And so at home was not a year. As all this jerking out with the Soviet Union, when he fell apart, there was nothing to carry here. They drove there. They spun around Europe most often. Due to this, the nineties lived.

We lived with Irina opposite each other. It turned out that her father was also a sailor. As we met, we walked together with dogs. We had two Foxers who fought among themselves incredibly. I had Bim, and she had Mars. I still have a trace of this Mars on my hand, he tucked me during a fight. Irina then still studied at school, and I only finished, entered the institute. So like that.

We got married, probably a year and a half. We had no plans about children, we lived as we lived. Irina worked at the school as a teacher of Russian language and literature. She was at first interesting. And then the money was not enough. Some framework in education began to appear, she felt that she had burned out. I decided to do journalism. At first she came to the “Nizhny Novgorod truth”, brought some kind of article, showed it, they took it to work.

How did I feel about this? Yes, it doesn’t matter. Now, if she drove something into her head, it was impossible to curtail her.

Well ... so what's wrong? What to scandal? Sailors choose their wife simply: for love. We cursed, of course. Without this, it does not happen, in principle. I think: if you do not swear with a person, then you don’t communicate with a person, you do not need him. Well, you put up. I am so quick -tempered, but retreating. I never hold evil.

I read her materials, it was. I was interested. She, as it were, was not in the situation she described, but above her. I never discovered its attitude. I especially liked this. And she also had a pseudonym - Slavina. It went from what. Our son was first born, called Glory. And her father is also glory. So: whose are you? Slavina. So it went. And the son, Glory, is now 28 years old. Balble. And Rita's daughter studied in college, became a photographer graduated, went to the university at the Faculty of Philology. I don’t know what comes of it there, let's see.

And Irina had principles that she never violated. From the principle, she opened her goat ( Kozapress - Irina Slavina’s website, which she conceived as a source of news about Nizhny Novgorod without censorship. - Ed. ). It was eight years ago, if not more. Before that, she was sitting for a year and a half without work, they did not give her the truth, and suddenly it was lit up so. Facebook friends helped. Called. Like, you want to write the truth, be by itself.

She wrote there every day. Her routine was like that. At nine o’clock I got up, shaved, I felt, and in the fields. She ran, came in the afternoon, and until one time, until two in the morning she wrote the whole thing. And so every day. Gradually, all this was accumulated, made up and became than it became-a famous history in the city. A lot of people called her, offered her materials, she looked, took it away. Apparently, everyone felt that there was now such a fuss. There is no fifty people, there are people who are sleeping. Here is the lower one. Here, when there was a World Cup, a lot of foreigners arrived. And they arranged a procession here. Funny, cool guys. And then Nizhny woke up. And now he is sleeping again, everyone is so given life that there is even no glimpse.

So. Irina had some kind of FSB material. And from this moment, some pressure went. The car cut the wheels twice. Administrative cases sucked from a finger. For example, for a post on the Internet in which it quotes her own note posted on her own resource - you will receive 20 thousand a fine. And this is the average salary in Nizhny Novgorod. By and large, probably garbage, but in that spirit all this was constantly. We tried to somehow smooth out this business, scratched the turnip: what to do? I work in a small house -control company, not a millionaire at all. People helped, of course, took off - they already knew Irina in Nizhny. But on this score it remained only sad to joke: we live by alms. So it was.

The events completely sad began so. That day I got up at six in the morning, began to gather to work. The doorbell. I go up, I look: there is a bunch of people on the site. I ask: who are you, why? They put me a search for a search. Not a question. I warn my wife. She jumps out in practice practically. She is immediately sent to her, to look after her so that she does not hide anything. They plant us in a room on the sofa, a search begins. It lasts from six in the morning to eleven, probably or half of the twelfth. The cavardk is complete, of course. Twelve people. Three people are openly armed, it was Sobr. Well, the operatives, I don’t know about them - probably there was a weapon too.

All passed, in full, even in the loggia. They searched for booklets, something else, some documents of “open Russia”, but in the end they themselves realized that there was no horseradish. But still they took all the phones, computers, we had to change passwords everywhere and buy new phones. We did this until the evening. Well, the next day what happened happened.

My daughter called me and said that she had a mother, left all the money and cards and said: tell me dad. And then the son called and said that such information had passed that the woman burned herself alive. I am in the car, and go. Arrived.

There is a fenced area. A bunch of police. No one says anything. Even now, so far, no one has officially informed me that my wife died. The police did not come to me, did not apply.

Officially, I do not know anything about what happened, although Irina had a passport, documents. Maybe they had a shock, maybe they still have a shock, but this does not justify them.

I will not lie with the organization of the funeral, the governor probably helped us. Without it, I would still not even get the body. I did not know at all the morgue of Irina was taken away. I was told that in one, it turned out, in the other, which closed for two days. On Monday, I just came to this morgue, they conducted the so-called identification there, wrote me a piece of paper with a list of what I had to do: go to the police department number five, draw up a recognition protocol there, then to the Investigative Committee for the Nizhny Novgorod District, then somewhere else. It is thirty kilometers by car.

We came to the police, they say: but we have nothing. In terms of? You need to go to the Investigative Committee. Okay, we are there. They say: we have nothing, go to the regional investigative committee. Let's go to the regional. We also have nothing. And who is the case then? And so twice. And suddenly they called us, they said: return to the morgue. We arrived, there are already two investigators, both from the police and from the Investigative Committee. Apparently, some team passed.

Now what to do? Six months later, I will have to become the official owner of the Irin media. I am related to the media, to put it mildly, remote. Therefore, it will be necessary to somehow debug the system so that all this is on the rails and works without me and without Irina. I think this is important because it is a memory of her. Kozapress will exist, and its editorial policy will not change. How else to live?

It is good to live in Russia, but in the Russian Federation it’s bad. And I have the feeling that every year it gets worse. I believe: there must be some kind of replacement of the authorities. Because everyone is separately now - a normal, in principle, person. And when all together is some kind of flock. Why it turns out, I don't know. But you need to find out. There are no other options. ”