Age - 21, from Moscow, Russia.

Pavel - an infinitely happy, bright, positive person, always wanting more knowledge and skill.  Everything was madly interesting to him, and he was always trying to do, try, and see something new.

‘Pasha’ has an outstanding sense of humor.  You could listen to him for hours.  I remember, once when he was a few hours late for a date.  I thought I would just jump him out of anger, but, when he entered the café where my friends and I were waiting, and began to talk with them about something, I sat and thought: “Just go ahead and talk.”  I enjoyed it immensely, and immediately forgave him.  Such a story about drinking martinis from tiny coffee mugs, but perhaps I do not recall it right…

Being with him was very peaceful.  There are not many men like him anymore.  Pasha had that manly uprightness, that strength, that sensation of powerful support and a reliable person backing you up, as only a real man can.  Very gallant, courteous, well brought up, smart, and decisive.  I remember once he said that he would never participate in student plays and that only professionals should be on stage.  I do not know who managed to talk him into it, but when he acted the role of Pavel Palikin in a medical parody of “Who wants to be a millionaire?” the ovations in the auditorium never ceased.

Pasha chose the dental profession.  After two months, he was sitting in the kitchen telling about how to pull teeth.  He never knew how to do anything badly, and was always striving for perfection.  He was also crazy about cheese.  Once, at a dentistry exhibition, one of the stands was giving away little cups of Parmesan cheese.  I gave him mine, and Pasha, like a child who has been given his favorite candy, looked eternally happy there with cheese crumbs on his chin.

Pashka…  I try to write, but my fingers do not listen.  Tears cover my eyes and my heart beats wildly.  More than 4 years have passed and it still hurts, although the pain is different.  It is deeper and duller, and there is a feeling of endlessness because it is impossible to change, prevent, or avoid anything.  It is impossible to believe that I will never again see his madly charming smile, nor hear his dear voice, or watch his assured walk.  But, perhaps, am I incorrect in writing these heavy words.

He was different.  He was bright.  He was kind.  He was tender.  He was for real, not an ideal, but he was UNIQUE.  He was and will remain in my heart.

Written by Alexandra Kharkova.

We shared a school table.  We laughed, wanted, believed, loved, made plans, and dreamed.  We dreamed of getting into college and opening our own business – a little café with wicker chairs and a big screen TV.

We got into college and became specialists: physicians, psychologists, and economists.  We got together on weekends and holidays, always laughing, teaching each other, healing each other, continuing to make plans, skiing, swimming in the sea, and continuing to dream: “Pretty soon we’ll be adults and we’ll be able to make it all come true!”

BUT in a single instant it all fell apart and a best friend is no more, simply no more, and the dream is no more…  But I know that he is always with me, he is watching me from somewhere in the sky and protecting me, and I continue to remember his reply when I said: “Pasha, I’m tired.”  He answered, passionately: “Mikhailova, I must make you!”

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