Sergey Adamovich ...

With him, no one managed to maintain pathos at the required level

We searched for a photo. Winter, through the area a minute in the formidable against the wind three people go in a coat, hats. Three deputies, three former Politsyk - Moloostov, Kovalev and the third, it seems, Yul Rybakov.

They shot from all sides. Not hit.

Then, over the years of the Chechen war, he had never shot him on either side or the other.

When he was elected by the People’s Deputy, the criminal record was not yet removed, forced to fit into an official biography. But this did not stop him,

True, he did not have time, but a deputy of Russia in a year - he was elected as a deputy of the Union.

Then he became the first Commissioner for Human Rights.

Then this post was made bargaining in political games; Yeltsin gave the “human rights” to the Communists, who had previously called the “human rights” exclusively “so -called” and Krivili physiognomy. And the fact that even under the Communists they did not finally “so -called”, they did not, the merit primarily of him, Kovalev.

In the early 90s, he and I were members of the Redsovet of one magazine-Open Politics. They celebrated the New Year, gave each other gifts, the most unreasonable. I remember him, a jin bottle with a label made on a computer - Gene "Saddamych".

When my comrade Politzek Vitold Abankin wrote a book, among others he called Kovalev. He came, performed, reduced Paphos. Abankin was embarrassed, but laughed too.

With him, no one managed to maintain pathos at the required level.

Once he was insultingly divorced by street thimbles. He came up, looked, took out the money ... He came to his senses when he stayed with empty pockets and he was offered to run home to get home ...

I remembered that there was nothing to get at home. Went to the police ...

He was never rich.

Politzes were different. He was one of those few who never “gave slacks”, did not compromise in the calculation of future benefits.

I did not achieve benefits.

Apart from the fact that even the enemies respected him and did not dare to throw him a single lump of dirt, only the most rabid ones tried to hurt something, to come up with something.

Failed.

Farewell, Sergey Adamovich!