When the newspaper comes out the day after the tragedy [ 1 ], to write an article in an entertainment ruble does not want to - it does not matter. The first numbness of horror; The list of your own, who - God forbid - could ...; The cowardly joy of the edge of conscience, that all their own are intact, and the most expensive are at home, in safety. And a terrible, drunk understanding that this is only an accident, that no one is protected and you will not hide in any holes. Such a day today.