In memory of Eldar Ryazanov

Here's another loss. The loss of irreplaceable, though, and say that no one is irreplaceable. There are such people. There is. But, unfortunately, they are not so much, but after the departure of one of them among us is formed hole, cold and lifeless void where nothing and no one to fill. Every man like Eldar Ryazanov, we lose a particle of goodness, light, warmth, hope and love for each other. The good news that we are its wonderful movies. Films, which was able to remove only one Ryazanov, and no one else. Movies help us at least for a couple of hours to become themselves, to lose with his soul growing inevitably scab indifference, stiffness, and even violence, which are necessary to survive in this crazy world, rushing back to the war, and expose the soul to laugh and cry as in early childhood, forgetting about shame, about the situation, about the age and nationality. But sad to realize that the new films Eldar will be gone. And such is unlikely to have someone remove. The time to measure everything in money encourages filmmakers another level, the creation of which must be profitable and affect any human components, except for the innermost - the soul. Before she had none, as it is sad, is not the case.
The bright memory of Eldar Ryazanov!

Prayer
Lord, no gasp or sigh,
days flying in snow storms whirl.
Life - the path from birth to death,
vague, secretive, lonely road.
Lord, no gasp or breathe!
Snow. And we talk together,
as we beat a great winter.
It must overcome,
to re-hear the thunder in spring.
Lord, thank you for living!
We go out together in the snow.
And the four of us print,
printed shoes,
persistently following, watching.
God, I'm glad the blizzard!
Where are my first tracks?
Unknown primary road
sweep the residue slowly
responsive mercy of fate ...
Lord, thank you for help!
E. Ryazanov
Forgive me for the free translation.