
Ira Papernaya died. It would seem 80 years old, but she never lived to her old age. Irochka, Irina Borisovna, as if she had never changed in appearance or internally: she always smiled, was friends with people of all ages, from children to the elderly, she also had her own family and diverse, and they were involved in her business, because it was not just work, she lived like that - exciting.
At first there was a club "White Tarakan", 1990. Probably then we met her. At that time, there were many clubs of the new, not Soviet format, Ira had her own handwriting: intelligent artistic, she invited poets, musicians, actors and the audience called just such a property.
Then she came to the Vermel club for a while, and her long-long club is “Chinese pilot Jao-yes”.
Many thought that her club was the owner. No, she controlled these clubs, was the soul of a place. Where she is - there is cozy, friendly, interesting.

It seemed that everything was happening by itself, but Ira told me how difficult it was to keep the balance: her guests are by no means rich, and the owner needed a profit, and she managed to make the guests feel “at home”, and the owners of the clubs come to terms.
It seemed that the paperlar mobile was working inside the paperny, that she works from the solar battery, since herself is so sunny, in any bad weather, but one day, and it was one and a half months ago, something happened. The sun suddenly went out: it is not clear where the meningitis came from.
Well, then - a long stay in intensive care. Alexei Paperny, her adored son, a famous musician, created a group of friends of Irina Borisovna, where he published reports from doctors, and friends decided every evening, at 22:30, mentally take hands and collectively pray for Ira.
On October 10, Ira turned 80 years old, and Alyosha offered all the members of the group - amazingly, Ira and in this state managed to create a club around her - to record short congratulations on the anniversary.
There were a lot of them, Alyosha and granddaughter Tanya gathered them in one record and turned them on near Irina's bed. It seemed to them that she heard these words of love, and maybe because her solar battery did not immediately stop absorbing the light so that we could all say goodbye to her in her last club.

It seems to me that she, who was on the threshold, was important, she left not alone, she was escorted by those with whom she spent her life.
I performed in Irin clubs many times, made books presentations in the “Pilot”, and the last two times - evenings of the magazine “Bulletin of Europe”, and it was recently, in May, and Ira was, as usual, young and beautiful. Such and left. The kingdom of heaven.
Tatyana Shcherbina , poetess, especially for "new"