Reflections at the entrance of a house on Lesnaya Fragments of a memorial plaque on Lesnaya Street. Photo: Victoria Artemyeva / Novaya Gazeta “I was always amazed by these things with paintings. They hang there for years, then, for no reason, out of the blue, I say, bam, they fall down. They hang there, on a nail, and at some point, boom, they fall down like a stone. In absolute silence, everything around is motionless, not even a fly flies by, but they bang. For no reason. Why at this moment?