Text of Anna Politkovskaya, 2001 ... On a shot, sprayed stool, with difficulty holding a naughty body in balance, the old man sat. The thin, pale, pale to gray, almost blind, with a “rag” skin, outstanding chronic malnutrition. His legs “warmed” ... “Ta -a-a-Ak-e-family-I Russian hero-o-o-oh ...”-in the head-as if nothing, out of nowhere-the old Soviet Popevka, completely worthless for the current Grozny, screeched. “...