representatives of our civil movements will lay flowers at the place where our friend igor ivanyuk wasled. excuse me ivanov . they kill, they kill all the people, they spoil our earth, they destroy the people. all this is power. it needs to be destroyed to the root, it lies, it will destroy the blows around the corner, the bit. someone's life takes away, look. here is a woman looking for her son , calling as she did, the mother of igor lukas on the third day, when she was looking for him, the building is not idle here. i don’t know, nothing, that the son died and he won’t come home, please, be quiet and don’t need much, only the memory of fidelity on the pavement in a bouquet of flowers, benefits have become unnecessary to them, and slava is not asked. they are orders for you. let their bright souls become granite, which hides cold borders for a minute in silence. they deserve to be remembered for the password almost their minute of silence by the whole world for just a minute. you know, we had well-thought-out wonderful songs about may 2, wonderful songs about those who died on may 2,