Boris Grebenshikov. (№ 367040)

I have long and not without astonishment see around a wave of nostalgia for our recent past. Of course, understand the desire of people to make life durable and reliable, so there would be no depreciation of money, an obscene wealth of business lads and begging seniors... But, nostalgic for Soviet times, we somehow forget about what it was to live in a tightly closed space, separated from the rest of the world wall lies. The space in which you can at any time take men in civilian clothes, and you will be gone forever and nobody even dare to ask - what happened to you. My mom told me about the pre-war issue in her school. Someone from high school was a prank. And all three of the graduating class right from prom was taken by state security organs. Those who survived, returned from the camps many years later. Songs remaining from "Nautilus" - a reminder to all of us; a reminder and a warning: if we want that to happen again. This is what hurt the heart Ilya Kormiltsev. And now that he's no longer with us, who will now be on duty at the bell?