Sunday, February 6, 2011 2:52:00 PM
People like her should not die at the age of twenty-seven. It's unfair when a person full of life, energy and unflagging optimism, not even having walked a third of the path, draws a black spot in the absurd lottery of blind chance.
I have neither the spirit nor the writing skill to render proper honors to the living, feeling, kind and compassionate soul that has left us. No text can fulfill the irreversible loss. And who am I to write about her? Just one of those whose heart will from now on forever be missing a piece.
I can't even make myself write about Uliana in past tense.
Out of respect for the memory of the deceased, there won't be a regular weekly issue in this blog today. I offer my sincerest sympathy to Uliana's family and friends.
По-русски: Прощай, Росомаха.