My Diary

2002
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Anna Politkovskaja, an observer of «Новой газеты»
http://2002.novayagazeta.ru/nomer/2002/83n/n83n-s23.shtml


November 15, 2002

Never visited a madhouse, but my sensation from an event is that all Russia is like an enormous bedlam in which to not distinguish patients from medical personnel, even may be, a mix of bedlam with a brothel.

But though they started as up to a good bordello. Now, nobody understands: who is sick, who is a whore, who is the doctor, who is the garbage man. Every ones are mixed all together. I do not understand to whom to sympathize.

Let God forbid our love America to turn in similar team! Anna Politkovskaja, an observer «Новой газеты» there again. Anna, are you the doctor or a mad, please answer me. Did not! The angry bird, your wings too little short to save the Russians from total madness. Lets work for time. Time is the best doctor.

The old Prospect Park. Brooklyn's autumn Boldino: again, leaflets, bushes: thin, gentle, pink, and transparent. Watercolor's hue - entirely.
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October 10, 2006
How wrong I am. Time is still to kill. Dear, poor Anna. I loved you so much. I will remember you forever. David