Necrological contradictions
Vladimir Abarinov Mikhail Yuryevich Lesin was like the character of the Gignol Theater, and his death came to him in the same genre, sloppy and departed-leisure. Not terribly vulgar, but in the reverse order. I respect death, bow my head in front of her and shake in every way before the greatest secret of being. But having learned about the conclusion of the Washington forensic expert, I experienced professional excitement, which, perhaps, I am ashamed.