War through the eyes of Medusa readers. Today we publish a letter from Igor One death is a tragedy. Today I attended a funeral for someone who died in the war. Widow, two small sons. A small cemetery church, about 30 people came to say goodbye. A closed closet, a photograph of a young man, tears, many tears. For his family it's a tragedy on the scale of the entire world, their lives will never be the same. I looked at it and imagined at least three hundred thousand such tragedies across the country. All these tears multiplied by three hundred thousand, all the shattered hopes multiplied by three hundred thousand. Widows, children without fathers, parents without sons multiply, and multiply, and multiply. And there is no end to it. And so many times the widow's tears will fall, so many times coffins will be buried in the ground. It's kind of endless madness. And someone will talk about the movement, and someone else will talk about how we can fight like this for 20 years. You too can share your thoughts about the war with Medusa through the feedback form.