From 'Bela':
Dear Anna,
Thank you, for loudly saying what many feared to think,
Thank you, for going ahead, when many lagged behind,
Thank you, for trying to save the innocent who were condemned,
Thank you, for treasuring human life so,
Thank you, for telling us the truth,
Thank you, for your life,
Thank you,
A bright memory of you,
Bela, Washington
Soraya Borelly:
"It is difficult to write the truth in a world where a lie makes ropes to prevail, silencing with the death the brave ones that they dare to defy it. From the moment in which I had contact with works of Anna, I knew that it was inspiration for thousands of journalists who, like I, every day we found in our way mines seeded by the hand accomplice of those who makes of the lie their creed. To its children, to its companions, to those who today cry it, I make arrive condolencias and express to them that they must feel proud by to have had a mother and a companion of the caliber of Politkovskaya.
"Soraya Borelly Patiño.
"International journalist. Venezuela. Latin America"
'Jens':
"Anna Politkovskaya has been one of the few living heros of Russia.
"Now she is among the many dead heros of Russia. Or victims. Obvious murder. Contract killing for sure. Nobody could stop her. She strove to tell the truth. Therefore her words will survive. They will never be dead.
"That is for sure."
'Anna Maria'
"Dear Anna, you were one of the very few people reminding us that there is something else beyond cynism, egoism and indifference.
"The heavenly kingdom to you,
"Anna Maria Canepa, Stockholm, Sweden"
From 'Vika':
"They feared her!!! The men revealed by authority and money! Fear this, you cowards, Anna from the skies will reveal all your meannesses, from there even more easily... But they did not count on one thing, yes, we were shaken by this murder, but we were not lost, we didn't scatter, we balled up our fists. If this brittle woman could resist this steam roller, this evil, then I can. Glory to you Anna, the fearless hero! You have it much better up there in heaven, than we do here in Russian, you have much more pleasant company. We remember everything, and this means that you live on, and evil will fall upon all the killers!
"Glory to you, hero!"
Good bye, my friend, good bye.
My dear one, you are inside my breast.
This predestined parting,
Promises a reunion ahead.
Good bye, my friend, without a handshake, without a word,
Do not get sad or show sorrow with your eyebrows,
Dying is nothing new in this life,
But living, of course, isn't novel either.
S. Yesenin, ‹1925›