Efim Fishtein: power of powerless
If he had not died five years ago, he would now be eighty. It is unlikely that he would look different than in his lifetime. Well, maybe he would have looked even more comical in his short, boy pants and a jacket jacket, burry, always coughing and half -bent, hardly choosing the right words. From a beautiful far, his figure looked much more monumental than in his native Czech Republic.