A unique experience - what do you feel when everyone is sure that you are dead. How friends, neighbors, acquaintances react. How someone gloats like someone did not say anything so that there would be no trouble, as somebody did not want to waste his time. And someone suddenly empathizes, hurries to the aid of the family, and someone throws everything and flies through half the world to look for the last time. And suddenly you see who the enemy is, who is a friend, who is an occasional fellow traveler, who is indifferent, who is a coward, and to whom you were truly dear. And here is the intrigue - the funeral is canceled, and you're alive again. And how is your life changing now?. You are alive, but you were born again as a man who could swim across the river of Death again, and endowed with all the wisdom that a man who knows his day and his hour. This experience was not a single writer, I'm sure a bestseller will turn out.

Impressed how one of the friends with a good soul at night invited the Arcadia family to Italy for a while. And Father Sergius, chaplain of the 30th Mechanized Brigade, has already agreed to organize a funeral in the St. Michael's Cathedral.

Today I wrote down an interview with Adam Osmayev, he has three bullet wounds on his body, he holds up very dignifiedly, and he has a message that Arkady is alive, he did not cause emotions - he can not be resurrected by Amin, a Russian killer who stuck two bullets at him, now under trial, and the group that shot Amina from the gun in search of. And there is no joy from the victory, there is a short happiness - passed, alive. The miracle is not that a person is hunting, that the organizer of the assassination is detained, but that still alive, alive, all the same life has won. The front is everywhere where our enemy spends it, where we hold it.

About what I feel after a sleepless night under the entrance of Babchenko, dozens of conversations, tears of friends, after rereading dozens of his articles, interviews and a couple of liters of coffee - all this can not be described yet, many words.

Yury Butusov Original.