Second farewell. Sergey Loiko - About the diaries of the foreman of the reserve
I will once die-we once always die-- How to guess so, so as not yourself - in the back with a knife: The killed people spare, the funeral and indulge in paradise, - I will not say about the living, but we protect the dead. Vladimir Vysotsky When Arkady "died", I, like many, sincerely mourned and wrote a necrologist in which Babchenko called the "tuning fork".