Natalia Magnitskaya Mother of Sergei Magnitsky My son’s life was short. He was an honest and decent man and nothing seemed to foreshadow sorrow. But it turned out that to be like him in our country is mortally dangerous. Sergei had dignity, which the investigators and judges tried to diminish, but they failed. He chose not to compromise himself and paid for that with his life. Unfortunately, we cannot achieve justice in this country, so we hope to find support in other countries. Of course, the Magnitsky Act adopted in the US will not bring my son back to me, but it will keep his memory alive. Besides, this act may save someone else’s life because I hope the sanctions introduced against those guilty of my son’s and other people’s death will make them afraid to crudely violate the law. I do not believe that the law adopted in the US is anti-Russia, but that it introduces targeted restrictions for certain people failing to respect human rights and that this is fair, even if insufficient, punishment for them. And I hope the countries of the European Union will find the courage to follow the US. I want to express my gratitude to everyone involved in this project, primarily, to Elena Servettaz. I hope it will be another step towards achieving justice for Sergei. I thank everyone who supports us. Sincerely, Natalia Magnitskaya   Natalya Zharikova Widow of Sergei Magnitsky They say that time heals all sorrows. Possibly. Well, I don’t know. Almost five years have passed from the date of the arrest and four years since the death of Sergei Magnitsky, my beloved husband, wonderful father and son. They say it’s been a long time and I need to calm down and move on, but I still remember with horror that terrible day, which divided our lives into “before” and “after”, and I still keep thinking back to the tragedy that we experienced and continue to experience today. Sometimes I imagine the inhuman suffering and hardship that befell Sergei, but at the same time, I think that they are much worse than the imagination can possibly paint. I still find it hard to believe that this happened to my husband, that this happened to our family, and that this even happened in our time, in the 21st century! You try to appear strong, try to hold on, try not to show your feelings to your loved ones, in an effort to shield them from anxiety, but the pain, impotent rage and despair tears your soul apart even more… Nalchik is a small, multi-ethnic, green town in southern Russia in the North Caucasus, and during our youth, it was a cosy little town. We spent our wonderful childhood and adolescent years in Nalchik. We went to the same school No. 4 in Nalchik and I became closely acquainted with Sergei in the ninth form, when we were, I think, 15. It was a wonderful time! As I understand now, the sweet memories of the school are in large part due to our dear teachers, particularly our young form master Janna Hazhesmilovna Unacheva. We had a very friendly class. The boys were a fine lot, they all studied well, and they all strived towards their goals, dreamt of succeeding in their adult life, but at the same time were cheerful and sociable. All this created a wonderful atmosphere in our lives, when there is a desire to run to school, learn, communicate with friends and teachers, make friends, go out, arrange school parties, make roasted potatoes together, visit each other’s homes for tea, and, of course, fall in love. Certainly, Sergei Magnitsky stood out amongst all the other boys at school: an intelligent, well-read, talented, honest, smiling, young man with a great sense of humour, and very cute, he would become the soul of any party. Sergei was really a gifted and talented man. Mathematics and other sciences were very easy for him. Having solved a complicated problem from the school programme in his head, he could simply write the answer on the board – something which enthralled both the teacher and other students. Of course, Sergei participated in many school competitions and contests. I cannot say that everyone liked this student who had his own opinion on everything and was not afraid to express it openly, but his authority was recognised by classmates and teachers. Sergei loved to study. In the summer, when all the other kids were walking around all day long and having fun, he used to solve mathematics problems for his own pleasure, and in autumn brought a hefty writing book with answers. It’s worth noting that Sergei loved to read from early childhood. I think it was a real passion, because he used to reach for a book at every opportunity. Naturally, Sergei graduated high school with great results and received a well-deserved award: a medal. At the graduation ceremony, when the whole school gathered, teachers, parents, students, and other people present greeted Sergei with applause, showing how much everyone loved and respected him. After high school, Sergei entered what was then known as the Plekhanov Moscow Institute of National Economy, named after Marxist theoretician G.V. Plekhanov. As far as I know, he did well, studying easily and with pleasure, receiving a diploma with honours. I remained living and studying in Nalchik and for a while our paths diverged. From the late summer to the early autumn of 1995, when Sergei was visiting Nalchik, we met again and realised that we had been wasting all these years, when we could have been really happy together. In the winter of that year, I moved to Moscow. We were completely happy our entire life together – all 13 years. Sergei was a perfect husband and a good father. Even with all his work commitments, he still made efforts to spend enough time with the children: to read a good book, take a walk in the park or around the … Continue reading From Sergei’s Family