There are no dads, but people in the pictures remained ...
15 years ago, my father, Evgeny Uspensky, photocorus of the very remarkable Komsomolskaya Pravda, died. This text is dedicated to his black and white "manuscripts" Evgeny Uspensky. Photo: from the family archive Papin friend, a wonderful journalist Alexander Shumsky, who lived only 29 years (he crashed in 1980 in a car accident), once said in his report: “When a person dies, it leaves, everything that he loved, hated, and endured. So they think the living. Probably grief makes them think so.