Valery Valerianovich Ragulsky, an outstanding Soviet and Russian scientist (and also my father), was born on January 18, 1943, into a family whose history was closely intertwined with the history of Russia. It should be noted that due to the hereditary heroism of his ancestors, the probability of his birth was extremely low.

His great-grandfather, an artilleryman, liberated Bulgaria from Turkish rule during the defense of Shipka in 1877. He was severely shell-shocked and only miraculously survived. Tsarist Russia conveniently forgot its hero, and he died in poverty.

His grandfather, the son of the Bulgarian liberator, in 1915, as part of the Russian army, defended the Russian-Turkish border, saving Armenian refugees from the massacre by enraged Young Turks. He allowed helpless, mutilated women, the elderly, and children to cross the border into Russian territory, while a thin line of Russian soldiers held off the Turkish mob. Many Cossacks, unable to bear the bloody sight, charged on horseback into Turkish territory, risking their lives to snatch children from under the knives and throw them to the Russian side. Thanks to their selflessness and the order of Nicholas II to open the border, Russia managed to save over 350,000 Armenians from a gruesome death. Valery Ragulsky's grandfather, Pyotr Polyansky, was awarded the Cross of St. George. After the revolution, he nearly died of typhus, barely survived, trained as a doctor, and worked as a physician in a Kuban village until old age. He was awarded the Order of Lenin for his professional work.

His mother, Nina Polyanskaya, and his father, Valerian Ragulsky, met under equally dramatic circumstances during the battles of the Great Patriotic War in December 1941. During the retreat of Soviet troops near Moscow, young Nina, who had just graduated from medical school, was serving as the head of a frontline military hospital. The troops were retreating, German tanks were hot on their heels, and there was no way to evacuate the hospital, which meant a death sentence for everyone: the wounded and the medical staff. The Germans would shoot Soviet hospitals to the last man. In desperation, Nina ran onto the road in front of a passing artillery regiment and begged for help to evacuate the wounded. What followed was more like a fairy tale or a miracle, but on that day, the heavens were merciful. The regiment commander took pity on the desperate young doctor and said that he couldn't stop to evacuate the hospital—it was against orders—but he could take his wife, and along with her, the hospital. The wounded Soviet soldiers and officers were tied to the gun carriages with torn sheets, while the lightly wounded walked alongside, holding onto them. In the back of the departing trucks, doctors continued to operate on the severely wounded under fire from German tanks, but the hospital was successfully evacuated. In the first quiet village, Nina and Valerian got married. Valerian Ragulsky managed to avoid a tribunal for evacuating his wife's hospital (for saving people instead of guns), went through the entire war, and was awarded the Order of Alexander Nevsky. In the cold January of 1943, the couple had a son, Valery. The maternity hospital was unheated, and many newborns died from the cold. So, my grandmother wrapped the baby in a blanket and walked home immediately after giving birth. Five kilometers through snowdrifts, snow, and frost, without a road, bleeding and stubbornly carrying the infant in her arms. The genetic chain finally closed: the newborn Valery Ragulsky got a chance to survive and grow up to become a remarkable scientist and a wonderful person. It would seem that with such ancestors, the boy was destined for a military or medical career. But the love of his inquisitive mind turned out to be physics and the exploration of the mysteries of nature.

His childhood was spent in a Kuban village, near his grandfather. A talented doctor, accustomed to being responsible for others' lives, Pyotr Polyansky was a serious and even stern man in everyday life. I was a bit afraid of my great-grandfather. A veteran of three wars (the Russo-Japanese War, World War I, and the Civil War), he commanded his hospital and family like a regiment. With military precision and brevity, without room for discussion, objections, or pseudo-democratic wavering. But he genuinely loved his eldest grandson and taught him everything he knew. And he knew a lot besides medicine: how to build a stove, work with a plane, and keep bees. Until the end of his life, Valery Ragulsky enjoyed carpentry and dreamed of one day having his own apiary.

And what about physics? As my father himself told it, his love and aptitude for physics awoke unexpectedly, and the role of Newton's apple was played by an ordinary Kuban rake. That year, the village high school students were undergoing the usual Soviet labor practice in the endless Kuban fields. At some point during this practice, the young "not-yet physicist" managed to fall off a haystack headfirst, hitting his head on a piece of farm equipment. After this blow, standing dizzily by the haystack, he suddenly realized that F=ma, a=F/m, m=F/a—these were not three different formulas but the same law. After this epiphany, as my father said, everything in physics became simple! His physics teacher, recognizing the suddenly revealed talent of her student, often had him explain topics to his classmates that they struggled to understand. Upon graduating from school, Valery Ragulsky received not only a diploma with honors but also a qualification as an electrician, and he even successfully practiced in this field. He was as proud of this fact as he was of his diploma from the Physics Department of Moscow State University. But school was over, and what next?

An autobiography written by V.V. Ragulsky before his election to the Academy of Sciences in 2000 has been preserved. There, with his characteristic humor and brevity, he wrote about himself: "Until the age of seven, I was completely illiterate. To remedy this, I was sent to school. I successfully completed school (with a gold medal) in 1960. That same year, I chose the profession of a physicist and enrolled in the Physics Department of Moscow State University, where I studied until 1966. There, I had the opportunity to attend lectures by N. Bohr, I.K. Kikoin, M.A. Leontovich, L.D. Landau, A.I. Shalnikov, and others, as well as to familiarize myself with the work of the departments of molecular physics, nuclear theory, and theoretical physics. My acquaintance with the military department resulted in a grade of four in the corresponding subject, which prevented me from receiving a red diploma and strengthened my pacifist beliefs. In 1966, I was hired by the Lebedev Physical Institute of the USSR Academy of Sciences. In 1977, I moved to the Institute of Problems of Mechanics of the USSR Academy of Sciences. During my time at the Academy of Sciences, I defended two dissertations: a candidate's dissertation in 1973 and a doctoral dissertation in 1982. During the same period, I got married. My wife was first a student and is now an associate professor at Moscow State University. As a result, we have two daughters, who followed in their father's footsteps and are now successfully engaged in scientific work at IZMIRAN, combining it with raising their children. What path the next generation will take remains to be seen."

Ah, the Physics Department of the 1960s! The competition was 25 people per place, talent upon talent, and everyone was sure that "We can do anything!" and "We are the best in the world!" The best post-war generation of the 20th century. Bold, free, incredibly creative, and utterly reckless! A generation that felt like gods and was. As if all those who died on the fronts of the Great Patriotic War, all those who died from wounds after the war, all those who never met and were never born, all of them passed on to the sixties their thirst for life, their talents, unrealized dreams, and achievements.

Arriving at Moscow State University (MSU) from an ordinary school in a Kuban stanitsa (Cossack village), the fervent young neophyte attended preparatory courses at the Faculty of Physics. He dutifully sat through a lecture for an hour, only to honestly realize that he understood nothing of what the professor was saying. This was an entirely different kind of physics—not the one taught in his rural school. Yet, his fighter’s spirit refused to let him retreat. As father later recounted, he locked himself in his dormitory room for a month, draped the window with a dark cloth, and spent four weeks without leaving the MSU Main Building, solving every single entrance exam problem from the physics faculty’s preparatory manual. He slept and ate not by the clock but by the demands of his relentless self-imposed study regimen: solving problems for hours, sleeping briefly, waking to an alarm, solving again, eating once a day in the cafeteria (when possible), and repeating the cycle—solving, solving, sleeping. And against all odds, he succeeded, passing the mathematics exam administered by none other than Professor V.P. Modenov! 

I think, this ability to achieve extreme intellectual concentration, disregarding bodily needs in pursuit of a goal, was both Valery Ragulsky’s greatest strength and, ultimately, his undoing. On one hand, it allowed him to make his mark in science. On the other, it led to early burnout and premature death. 

At MSU’s Faculty of Physics, young Valery not only excelled academically but also immersed himself in vibrant student life, forming lifelong friendships with extraordinary people: Yuri and Lyudmila Matveyets, Sergey and Marina Chekalin, Boris and Elena Zhilinsky, Yuri and Irina Gaponov, Azim Rustamov, Elena Ganshina, Svetlana Kovaleva—the list goes on. These friendships provided unwavering support through joy and sorrow, health and illness, carefree student days and the weight of academic responsibilities. The Matveyets and Chekalin families became like relatives, with parents celebrating holidays together, their children growing up side by side—and now even their great-grandchildren playing together during summer vacations. 

Thanks to Sergey Chekalin’s passion for photography, the mosaic of Valery Ragulsky’s multifaceted life was preserved in numerous portraits over the years. Another pivotal moment at MSU was his involvement in the university choir, where he met my mother—then a philology student and the choir’s leader. (The photo on the right shows Valery and Galina Ragulsky; on the left, Yuri and Lyudmila Matveyets.) 

It should be noted that as a result, he got married not only a beautiful and clever woman, but also an exceptional editor. For the next 36 years, she balanced multiple roles: a wonderful scientist and teacher, devoted wife and muse, and mother of two. Beyond her own academic career, she served as his in-house "Sofia Tolstaya," meticulously editing his articles, books, and dissertations—transforming dry, terse physics prose into concise, vivid, and accessible writing. All without computers, relying on handwritten drafts, scissors, and glue for revisions. 

As a child of academia, I vividly remember our room in the MSU Main Building: darkness outside, my wooden crib, the glow of a green university lamp, and beneath it, my parents’ heads bent over another manuscript, whispering discussions. (The photo shows Valery Ragulsky with his eldest daughter Maria before his Ph.D. defense.) Beyond that room, the Faculty of Physics thrived with the intoxicating spirit of the Thaw era, teeming with fascinating people, ideas, and projects. 

"Physicist’s Day" and the opera "Archimedes" (a "musical optimistic tragedy of Ancient Greece," as its creators dubbed it) were among the student initiatives that blossomed into enduring cultural phenomena, surviving from the 1960s to this day. Staged on the faculty steps, at MSU’s Great Hall, the Academy of Sciences’ House of Scholars "Archimedes" became a lifelong passion for Valery. In 1961, Niels Bohr attended Physicist’s Day, delighting in the student performance and reportedly ranking it above Verdi’s "Aida". Valery Ragulsky said that during this historic visit, he stood right next to Bohr behind L. Landau's shoulder (and therefore, in the famous photograph, only father's forelock is visible from behind the academician's shoulder), and was amazed by Niels Bohr's openness, his "non-stardom" and sincere delight at the student's amateur physical education. As the author of the opera "Archimedes", Professor A. Kessenich, wrote later (with his characteristic malice).: "The numerous productions and the tremendous success of the opera among all strata of our and foreign intelligentsia have shown that humor, inexhaustible enthusiasm and simply the charm of opera cannot be destroyed by any performance."

For Valery Ragulsky, "Archimedes" became not only a lifelong love, but also practically a family affair. At various times, not only his friends and both daughters appeared on stage with him, but even his eldest granddaughter. The last time he participated in the production of the opera was on November 14, 2013, coming on stage after three strokes and one heart attack (a photo from this performance is attached). The path of struggle continued even then.

Following the Wikipedia link "Physicist's Day" you can find not only a description of the history of the project, but also attached videos from the recording of the opera "Archimedes" in 2000 with the participation of V.V. Ragulsky (and both of his daughters). In many ways, "Archimedes", as a cultural phenomenon, was able to survive thanks to the organizational talent of Yuri Gaponov, who transferred him from the steps of the physics faculty to the Kurchatov Institute and the House of Scientists of the Russian Academy of Sciences (Supplement: Yu.V. Gaponov is a Doctor of Physico–Mathematical Sciences, Deputy Director for Scientific Work at the Institute of Molecular Physics of the Russian Scientific Research Center Kurchatov Institute, editor-in-chief of musical accompaniment and classical subjects for the opera “Gray Stone”, director and long-term organizer of the “Archimedes” collective at the IAE Club). An amazing man, a talented scientist and a great organizer, Yuri Gaponov actually saved the opera from oblivion. He also had a great influence on the formation of his father's social views (In the photo in the center is Yu. V. Gaponov, on the right is V. V. Ragulsky after a seminar on the history of the Soviet nuclear program). Yuri Vladimirovich had fantastic charisma and an incredible ability to convince! So, during a long day on one of our trips, for the sake of interest, he explained to me, then a ten–year-old girl, the basics of linear algebra in one day (and he explained it so successfully that later, when studying at the physics faculty of Moscow State University, I practically did not have to remember it, everything was clear!). And on the same "smart" day, he diluted the overstressed children's intelligence with remarkable physical activity, namely, he taught them to swim in a few hours (fortunately, the July days are long). Yuri Gaponov just showed me how to breathe properly, like a yogi, and said, "Let's swim!" The rest of the highly intelligent scientific physics company, together with his father, Valery Ragulsky, a born experimenter, watched this action with interest, while simultaneously repairing a kayak that had been broken on the rapids and slowly stirring a future dinner in a pot. Everyone was wondering: will the experiment succeed or not? And we really swam, and right away – across a 2.5-kilometer-long lake. Not along the coast, but directly through the depths. Together, without insurance, a 10-year-old child, who could not swim yesterday, and Yuri Gaponov, who could convince anyone of anything, began storming the lake. We swam to the opposite shore, rested a little until our arms and legs stopped shaking from fatigue, and swam back.  On the way, I listened to a fascinating story about linear algebra. And, it should be noted that in the few hours that we sailed, neither my father nor any of the other adult hikers ran along the shore, did not get hysterical, did not launch kayaks to insure us in the process of such a long swim. Upon arrival back at the tent camp, we were greeted joyfully on the shore, praised, and offered a hot dinner. Such was the degree of trust in each other and faith in friends in his father's circle.

Kayaking was another passion of Valery Ragulsky, which he learned from his student years. Every year, he and I, along with a wonderful team of his physics department friends (with the future professors of the Physics and Chemistry Faculty of Moscow State University, Phystech and Kurchatnik), went to storm the rivers, lakes and swamps of the Vologda region. The trips were full of guitar songs, very intelligent conversations around the campfire about the latest achievements of science and new experiments, and snide calls between the participants. Well, where without humor! My father and Elena Zhilinskaya had a great "snide championship". In the photo from left to right: Boris Zhilinsky, Yuri Matveets, Marina Andreeva (Chekalina), Elena Zhilinskaya, Valery Ragulsky. While her solid, large and very calm husband, the undisputed leader of the team, Boris Zhilinsky, successfully led the way, choosing the route and parking spots, the fragile, mobile Elena and her father enjoyed teasing each other and others. The people around giggled, waved away the crowds of biting mosquitoes and sharp jokes, and moved around the Vologda land much more cheerfully and cheerfully.  Even now, endless forests have been preserved in these places, and even then, in addition to pine forests, charming rivers and excellent sandy beaches in the Vologda region, there were also no roads at all. Or rather, they were in places. But not asphalt roads. And even usually – not unpaved. So, a deep track for a tractor (if you're lucky). And sometimes the main means of transportation between villages was small aircraft, which landed with wild shaking directly on the field outside the village (those who watched Mimino will immediately remember what it looks like). After landing in another village, Dad took me out of the plane and put me on the grass near the landing gear to lie down. Then he brought us back, and we flew on to our destination, through the next landing and takeoff. Because: "It is necessary!" (The slogan "It is necessary!" was the main driving force of Valery Ragulsky). Getting to your destination by bus wasn't much better! I remember that during the Olympic summer campaign in 1980, the driver of the village loaf bus honestly warned passengers: "Let's go - hold on to the seats tightly! Because on my last flight, the guy couldn't hold on, and flew like a bird through the entire cabin from behind through the front window! Now the front is boarded up with plywood. So, everyone hold on!". Of course, we kids were most excited about riding in the back of a tractor. There, you had to lie down on your backpacks and spread out at the angle between the sides, bracing yourself with all your arms and legs so as not to fly out, cheerfully bouncing almost a meter on bumps and turns. Are you stubborn? Let's go! Russian attraction, happy childhood. Is it scary? Of course it's scary! But Dad is here, which means everything will be fine.

Another great joy was the rare isolated villages, almost cut off from civilization, where the hikers went for milk, potatoes and bread, and sometimes stayed with the hospitable hosts for an overnight stay or a sauna. We told them what was happening in the big world, helping the village owners with money and household chores, and they introduced us to their way of life. On one of these trips, right behind the village gatherings, my father and his friends sang the opera "Archimedes", to the delight of all those involved. The decorations were a hundred-year-old pine forest and haystacks. With age, when the children grew up, and hiking became difficult, in one of the Vologda trips, the father bought a village house, where he later spent every summer. As he explained himself: "You saw that their village council is half the size of a kindergarten! Good people live here, I want to stay." That's how we got a real northern century-old house in the Tarnogsky district of the Vologda region, our outlet from the hustle and bustle of the capital, and wonderful neighbors, the Klimovsky indigenous northerners. The 1992 photo shows them all together (on the left – Valery and Galina Ragulsky, on the right – Alexander and Claudia Klimovsky). A year later, Valery Ragulsky's closest friends acquired the neighboring old house, and later his beloved physics teacher friend, Yuri Matveets, moved to this Russian paradise for good (in the photo Valery Ragulsky and Yuri Matveets on the village road). They still had almost 30 happy July and August ahead of them.

Another criterion of a person's "goodness" for Valery Ragulsky was his attitude towards animals, especially cats. "A good man! His cat is smart, not shy and well–mannered" - this is the first characteristic given by my father to a new acquaintance before another trip (the man turned out to be really very good, and 10 years later I married him). And there were always cats in our parents' house. Big, lobbyish, very intelligent, mongrel, picked up by poor little dirty kittens on the street, they loved their father very much. They sat on his lap and purred loudly about something, talking to the owner, or faithfully followed him around the village and the surrounding area in the summer, acting as a guard dog. The neighborhood's dogs and rats were chased away from home, and in the mornings they brought dad mice "to feed", solemnly laying them out on the porch with a sense of accomplishment and waiting for well-deserved praise. We brought them, sat down near the porch, and stubbornly waited for the main owner, Valery Valerianovich, to come out, ignoring the indignant squeaks and fuss of the rest of our family pack. Apparently, the cats and their father were building their own "male world", as opposed to our domestic female kingdom. Their father took great care of them, and even in the hospital room after the stroke, the first thing he worried about was not himself, but how the cat was doing, left alone at home. Dad didn't bother with cat names: Proton, Positron, Electron, and for short, they were all "Toshi." The Tosh were treated with respect, and during family holidays a separate chair was placed for them at the table. In the photo, Valery and Galina Ragulsky together with their beloved cat Proton Vasilyevich. Now his last cat, Electrosha (a huge white bandit cat with multicolored eyes), is successfully raising his father's great-grandson, the son of Elena's granddaughter. He clearly (with a stern look) and financially (with the help of a heavy paw) explains to a one-year-old child what privacy is, how to properly hiss at dogs, how to hunt mice, and that it is necessary to share food with parents. In the photo, V.V. Ragulsky with his granddaughters Elena (right) and Anastasia (left).

The motto "Fight, seek, find and do not give up!", characteristic of Valery Ragulsky's whole life, was vividly reflected in the history of his admission to work at the FIAN after graduating from the Faculty of Physics at Moscow State University. He really wanted to go to FIAN, and specifically to Basov. In 1966, it was not just a dream, it was a legend of Soviet physics! But the FIAN is a high–security institution with strict security and permits, and my father did not have any personal acquaintances from this institute at that time. And then he just walked around the institute from the back, jumped over a high fence, and went to an appointment with an academician. Surprisingly, I got there and was even able to talk. After the conversation, Basov laughed, said: "Such quick-witted and arrogant people are needed in science!", and took yesterday's student to his institute. And I was not mistaken in my choice. Eleven years of work at FIANA were very fruitful for V.V. Ragulsky. But strong characters rarely get along for long, and in 1977 Valery Ragulsky transferred to the Institute of Problems of Mechanics of the USSR Academy of Sciences, which became his real home and allowed his creative nature to open up. While intensely considering new experiments, V.V. Ragulsky was starting to let go of his moustache, which made it easier for him to concentrate. Apparently, the Kuban-Kazan upbringing had an effect. The moustache was beautiful, greasy, and very annoying to Mom. Therefore, after the experiment, the mustache was solemnly shaved off. I present one of these "thoughtful" mustachioed photographs here.

I would like to say the following about Valery Ragulsky's active scientific activity. He had two gifts: to see what others did not see, and to persevere (and sometimes stubbornly) to make his way to the knowledge of this invisible, regardless of the opinion of others about the prospects of this or that project. Because – "it is necessary"! The combination of a remarkable cold analytical mind, rare intuition and incredible perseverance allowed him to successfully pursue science. Valery Valerianovich Ragulsky is a laureate of the USSR State Prize in Science and Technology (as part of the group, in 1983) for a series of works on the self–rotation of the wavefront of light during forced hypersonic scattering.

Valery Valerianovich Ragulsky discovered and studied a new physical phenomenon – the reversal of the wavefront of light. For the first time, he raised the question of the possibility of such treatment in the nonlinear interaction of light with matter, experimentally discovered this phenomenon, and also revealed its main features and conditions of existence. Based on the reversal of the wavefront, he created fundamentally new laser systems that, regardless of the quality of the elements used, generate powerful beams of light with extremely high (diffraction) directivity and homing them at objects. He studied the influence of various characteristics of optical radiation on the processes of its forced scattering.  On the basis of such scattering, he created laser generators and amplifiers that provide almost complete conversion of weakly directed light into radiation with diffraction orientation. He discovered the effect of an alternating field on the resistance of an anisotropic conductor and showed the possibility of using this effect to detect electromagnetic radiation in the range from radio to light waves. He proposed and performed experiments in which, with an accuracy several orders of magnitude higher than previously achieved, the assumption that the space around us is optically isotropic was confirmed. Valery Ragulsky is the author of a number of effective methods of experimental physics. He has developed widely used methods for detecting reversed waves and detecting the divergence of laser beams. He proposed a new method for measuring the spectral dependence of the speed of light and created new types of optical interferometers.

The photo shows the laboratory installation of V.V. Ragulsky for studying the circulation of the wavefront at the Institute of Problems of Mechanics (V.V. Ragulsky is in the center). When the summer holidays began, and the eldest daughter had nowhere to go, the child was sent along with her dad to his laboratory. Play with beautiful optical lenses and colored glasses, and eat in the institute canteen (mom didn't have time to cook at that moment, she was defending her dissertation). There was another parenting option, no less cool: send the child to sit with his grandmother, a pulmonologist, so that in her office at a doctor's appointment, among an endless stream of patients, he could play with X-rays and listen to conversations about the degree of darkening in the lungs. Decades later, the photograph of the laboratory facility that is captured in the picture is touching: I loved it more than my grandmother's hospital. After all, here, under this huge installation that occupied the entire room, surrounded by dark impenetrable curtains, colored glass and lenses, shining laser beams gracefully piercing the darkness of space, my happy early school childhood passed. V.V. Ragulsky, masterfully and with pleasure operating this huge laboratory ship, caused admiring awe. He looked more like a magician than an ordinary person. Science and the possibility of learning new things were his main passion and his main life.

In the early 2000s, V. V. Ragulsky, together with V. G. Sidorovich, worked on practical applications of their developments, for which many patents were issued. In my opinion, their article "On the accessibility of atmospheric optical lines" on the propagation of signals and the location of objects in modern high-rise urban development still remains underestimated. The article presents the coefficients of nonlinearity of the visibility range for Moscow and London 20 years ago, depending on the distance and weather conditions, describes the "blocking effect of atmospheric optical lines", and also notes that due to the significant nonlinearity of signal propagation, an increase in the power of optical transmitters even tenfold will not lead to a significant improvement in detection. This work is particularly relevant in modern wartime conditions with the massive use of drones in even higher-altitude and non-linear urban development.

One of the last scientific hobbies of V. V. Ragulsky was the idea of verifying Kozyrev's work and painstakingly studying archival documents about the history of Russian science.

Unfortunately, his bright scientific activity was cut short almost at one moment, and it ended very absurdly and offensively. At the first attack of hypertension, instead of lying at home and calling a doctor, Valery Ragulsky decided to overcome the malaise and went skiing in Bitsevsky Forest Park. After all, strong men don't know how to get sick and complain, they always have to win! As a result, he became dizzy while going down the hill, and crashed into a tree at full speed. The impact caused a brain hemorrhage, with which the father still managed to walk out of the forest on his own, holding useless broken skis in his hands, solely on incredible willpower. At that time, he was rescued in the neurological department of the Russian Academy of Sciences Hospital on Litovsky Boulevard, and they saved him more than once, for which I bow low! And then there were 14 years of desperate struggle, new strokes, new rescues, and each time Valery Ragulsky desperately fought for a full life and consciousness. His powerful brain, healthy body and strong character allowed him to survive 6 more strokes, actively participating in family life and meeting with friends. (In the photo, Valery Ragulsky at a meeting with friends after 3 strokes, with Sergey Chekalin playing guitar). The last line under his life, full of struggle, was drawn by Covid. After treatment at the Kashirskoye Highway Covid hospital, the veterans Hospital and one of the commercial rehabilitation centers, he returned home. Unfortunately, his health was already severely damaged.

He stayed at home for a month, fighting for recovery every day, and actively striving for recovery. I learned to sit, eat, and walk all over again, and by the end of the month I even started going outside with chopsticks. But the vessels could not stand it and a myocardial infarction developed... and

the day before his death, Valery Ragulsky and I discussed a seminar at the traffic police on methods for detecting the most ancient galaxies in our universe…