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| Written by Марина Базылюк | ||||||||||||||
| Пятница, 22 Май 2009 | ||||||||||||||
A correspondent from 'NI' visited one such family. In her cozy kitchen, Elena Prostomolotova shows me photographs. The pictures were taken «There's no life after the death of a child, none…» But what about your grandson? You must go on for him. «I go on for him, but he doesn't need it. He has no mother, no birthday, nothing. He hasn't found himself. He's tried it all — alcohol, drugs. Now he draws pictures, writes poems and stories, because he's remained there, at that age, on that day when it all happened. He's also always telling me: 'You have me'. He doesn't understand that he can't replace my daughter. She was better than me, and after her death it seems that I also became better, because I'm always thinking: how would Sasha have done this, what would Sasha have said?» «There wasn't a lifeline there» Elena Anatolevna's daughter, «I never could've recognized her — she was so swollen,» said Elena Anatolevna. «My friends identified her. The authorities gave me almost all her things — her passport, and a writing book, in which she wrote me a farewell letter. And they gave me all her clothes.» Elena Prostomolotova is very calm on the outside, only she smokes continuously. A pack disappeared during two hours of conversation. «I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember how she was buried. At the church, when they were doing the funeral service, I saw death. I saw it next to me, in a white shroud.» Elena Anatolevna stares at me: «I’m not nuts. You know, I'm good at reading palms. When Sasha died, when I was by her coffin, I decided to look at her palm. When my daughter was alive, she never let me do this. She'd say something like, 'mama, I'm not showing you because you'll say that it'll come true'. I took Sasha's hand and right away I remembered that I saw her hand once by accident, and what I saw scared me so much that I put it out of my mind right then and there. I refused to remember it, because there wasn't a lifeline there. There just wasn't.» «They only remembered us for the first two months» «Everyone loves to talk about how they gave us money for our dead children,» Elena Anatolevna again takes a drag on her cigarette. «Yeah, they gave me 100 thousand rubles for Sasha. I threw it away. Just let it fly away in the wind. Certainly, I never should've taken it. But out of stupidity I took it, left court, and tossed it away. Because it's funny that a human life is worth 100 thousand. By the way, Sveta from Kazakhstan, whose husband and only child, a daughter, were killed, they didn't give her anything. She was from a different country.» Elena Anatolevna and Alexei today live in the same apartment that they once lived in with Sasha. The apartment is in need of repairs, but there is no money to do it on. When Sasha was alive she made fairly good money and supported her son and mother. After «Everywhere they spit on us. Their position is that we're after money, and that's why we want to go to the Strasburg Court. It's not money we're after, but truth! But the The terrorists' victims died… from gastritis After «What's the point?» the woman laughs. «A couple people sued them. They got themselves 120 ruble pensions. Everyone's just waiting for us to die. Right next to my Sasha is the grave of a boy, 23 years old. He also died at But at least they provide you with free psychological assistance? «Give me a break! Everything's out of pocket! All the lawsuits for pain and suffering got tossed out. What's there to discuss, when the investigator in charge of our case looks us in the eye and says: 'your children all died because they were drug addicts'. No one ever let us make copies at the prosecutor's office. We had to write out the autopsies by hand. My Sasha had five autopsies. When we got her at the morgue we had to sign a paper, stating there was no right to a repeat exhumation. But what's to exhume? They took all the organs. In the first autopsy they wrote one thing, and in the second something else, while in the fifth one, the last one, that she died from acute gastritis.» Nonetheless, many of the «They care so little what we think, that they didn't even ask our opinion when they put a monument to our children near the Theatrical Center,» said Elena Anatolevna. «It was a plaque with the names of our children that was hung on the corner, inept and ugly. But no one wants a monument in the center of the square. After all, that's where the parking lot is, in the center. Such blasphemy.» From 'Novye Izvestiya' Views: 4306 |
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