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![Julia Ioffe Instagram - Emilia Isaakovna Bruk, 8.14.1934 - 12.19.2020. This weekend, my grandmother Emma died of #COVID19. She survived so much—a world war and the Holocaust, both of which took so many of her family members; Stalin and the Doctor's Plot, which nearly derailed her medical career; the Soviet Union itself, as well as her parents and brother, whom she idolized till the end of her days, scores of friends, and two husbands, both of whom she loved to distraction. But this doesn't begin to capture the irrepressible Emma Bruk. In the censorship and totalitarian control of the Soviet Union, she lived with an inner freedom that is nothing short of remarkable. It went beyond reading and passing around samizdat and helping dissidents and manning the barricades when the tanks rolled into Moscow in August 1991, though she did all that, too. It was about living on her own terms, about not letting anything diminish the purity of her ideals and hopes for a country she loved and refused to give up on, even when her only daughter took her only two grandchildren to another country, far beyond the Iron Curtain. She found her freedom in the people she surrounded herself with, many of whom were her former patients, people who remained her close friends long after she finished treating their hearts. She found it in the vast beauty of the mountains, which she climbed with friends, in the songs of the great bards she sang around campfires in that same beautiful voice I heard over my bed in the dark as a child. She found it in her work as a doctor, both at the Botkin Hospital and Moscow Art Theater, until she finally, reluctantly retired at 77. (She took great pride in the fact that her desk at the latter was next door to the old office of Mikhail Bulgakov, a writer, dramaturg, and fellow physician.) She lived independently till the end, despite her failing heart and the brain tumor that was growing unbeknownst to her. She followed the news and went to protests—her heart, she always said, hurt for Russia. She went to the theater, concerts, and exhibits; she traveled and saw her many friends and never diminishing number of informal patients. [continued in comments]](https://www.gethucinema.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/Julia-Ioffe-15-U6absA7388-300x300.jpg)
![Julia Ioffe Instagram - Emilia Isaakovna Bruk, 8.14.1934 - 12.19.2020. This weekend, my grandmother Emma died of #COVID19. She survived so much—a world war and the Holocaust, both of which took so many of her family members; Stalin and the Doctor's Plot, which nearly derailed her medical career; the Soviet Union itself, as well as her parents and brother, whom she idolized till the end of her days, scores of friends, and two husbands, both of whom she loved to distraction. But this doesn't begin to capture the irrepressible Emma Bruk. In the censorship and totalitarian control of the Soviet Union, she lived with an inner freedom that is nothing short of remarkable. It went beyond reading and passing around samizdat and helping dissidents and manning the barricades when the tanks rolled into Moscow in August 1991, though she did all that, too. It was about living on her own terms, about not letting anything diminish the purity of her ideals and hopes for a country she loved and refused to give up on, even when her only daughter took her only two grandchildren to another country, far beyond the Iron Curtain. She found her freedom in the people she surrounded herself with, many of whom were her former patients, people who remained her close friends long after she finished treating their hearts. She found it in the vast beauty of the mountains, which she climbed with friends, in the songs of the great bards she sang around campfires in that same beautiful voice I heard over my bed in the dark as a child. She found it in her work as a doctor, both at the Botkin Hospital and Moscow Art Theater, until she finally, reluctantly retired at 77. (She took great pride in the fact that her desk at the latter was next door to the old office of Mikhail Bulgakov, a writer, dramaturg, and fellow physician.) She lived independently till the end, despite her failing heart and the brain tumor that was growing unbeknownst to her. She followed the news and went to protests—her heart, she always said, hurt for Russia. She went to the theater, concerts, and exhibits; she traveled and saw her many friends and never diminishing number of informal patients. [continued in comments]](https://www.gethucinema.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/Julia-Ioffe-16-QSR7hC9359-300x300.jpg)
![Julia Ioffe Instagram - Emilia Isaakovna Bruk, 8.14.1934 - 12.19.2020. This weekend, my grandmother Emma died of #COVID19. She survived so much—a world war and the Holocaust, both of which took so many of her family members; Stalin and the Doctor's Plot, which nearly derailed her medical career; the Soviet Union itself, as well as her parents and brother, whom she idolized till the end of her days, scores of friends, and two husbands, both of whom she loved to distraction. But this doesn't begin to capture the irrepressible Emma Bruk. In the censorship and totalitarian control of the Soviet Union, she lived with an inner freedom that is nothing short of remarkable. It went beyond reading and passing around samizdat and helping dissidents and manning the barricades when the tanks rolled into Moscow in August 1991, though she did all that, too. It was about living on her own terms, about not letting anything diminish the purity of her ideals and hopes for a country she loved and refused to give up on, even when her only daughter took her only two grandchildren to another country, far beyond the Iron Curtain. She found her freedom in the people she surrounded herself with, many of whom were her former patients, people who remained her close friends long after she finished treating their hearts. She found it in the vast beauty of the mountains, which she climbed with friends, in the songs of the great bards she sang around campfires in that same beautiful voice I heard over my bed in the dark as a child. She found it in her work as a doctor, both at the Botkin Hospital and Moscow Art Theater, until she finally, reluctantly retired at 77. (She took great pride in the fact that her desk at the latter was next door to the old office of Mikhail Bulgakov, a writer, dramaturg, and fellow physician.) She lived independently till the end, despite her failing heart and the brain tumor that was growing unbeknownst to her. She followed the news and went to protests—her heart, she always said, hurt for Russia. She went to the theater, concerts, and exhibits; she traveled and saw her many friends and never diminishing number of informal patients. [continued in comments]](https://www.gethucinema.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/Julia-Ioffe-17-vXBEMT9345-300x300.jpg)
![Julia Ioffe Instagram - Emilia Isaakovna Bruk, 8.14.1934 - 12.19.2020. This weekend, my grandmother Emma died of #COVID19. She survived so much—a world war and the Holocaust, both of which took so many of her family members; Stalin and the Doctor's Plot, which nearly derailed her medical career; the Soviet Union itself, as well as her parents and brother, whom she idolized till the end of her days, scores of friends, and two husbands, both of whom she loved to distraction. But this doesn't begin to capture the irrepressible Emma Bruk. In the censorship and totalitarian control of the Soviet Union, she lived with an inner freedom that is nothing short of remarkable. It went beyond reading and passing around samizdat and helping dissidents and manning the barricades when the tanks rolled into Moscow in August 1991, though she did all that, too. It was about living on her own terms, about not letting anything diminish the purity of her ideals and hopes for a country she loved and refused to give up on, even when her only daughter took her only two grandchildren to another country, far beyond the Iron Curtain. She found her freedom in the people she surrounded herself with, many of whom were her former patients, people who remained her close friends long after she finished treating their hearts. She found it in the vast beauty of the mountains, which she climbed with friends, in the songs of the great bards she sang around campfires in that same beautiful voice I heard over my bed in the dark as a child. She found it in her work as a doctor, both at the Botkin Hospital and Moscow Art Theater, until she finally, reluctantly retired at 77. (She took great pride in the fact that her desk at the latter was next door to the old office of Mikhail Bulgakov, a writer, dramaturg, and fellow physician.) She lived independently till the end, despite her failing heart and the brain tumor that was growing unbeknownst to her. She followed the news and went to protests—her heart, she always said, hurt for Russia. She went to the theater, concerts, and exhibits; she traveled and saw her many friends and never diminishing number of informal patients. [continued in comments]](https://www.gethucinema.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/Julia-Ioffe-18-9Qgr7i7302-300x300.jpg)
![Julia Ioffe Instagram - Emilia Isaakovna Bruk, 8.14.1934 - 12.19.2020. This weekend, my grandmother Emma died of #COVID19. She survived so much—a world war and the Holocaust, both of which took so many of her family members; Stalin and the Doctor's Plot, which nearly derailed her medical career; the Soviet Union itself, as well as her parents and brother, whom she idolized till the end of her days, scores of friends, and two husbands, both of whom she loved to distraction. But this doesn't begin to capture the irrepressible Emma Bruk. In the censorship and totalitarian control of the Soviet Union, she lived with an inner freedom that is nothing short of remarkable. It went beyond reading and passing around samizdat and helping dissidents and manning the barricades when the tanks rolled into Moscow in August 1991, though she did all that, too. It was about living on her own terms, about not letting anything diminish the purity of her ideals and hopes for a country she loved and refused to give up on, even when her only daughter took her only two grandchildren to another country, far beyond the Iron Curtain. She found her freedom in the people she surrounded herself with, many of whom were her former patients, people who remained her close friends long after she finished treating their hearts. She found it in the vast beauty of the mountains, which she climbed with friends, in the songs of the great bards she sang around campfires in that same beautiful voice I heard over my bed in the dark as a child. She found it in her work as a doctor, both at the Botkin Hospital and Moscow Art Theater, until she finally, reluctantly retired at 77. (She took great pride in the fact that her desk at the latter was next door to the old office of Mikhail Bulgakov, a writer, dramaturg, and fellow physician.) She lived independently till the end, despite her failing heart and the brain tumor that was growing unbeknownst to her. She followed the news and went to protests—her heart, she always said, hurt for Russia. She went to the theater, concerts, and exhibits; she traveled and saw her many friends and never diminishing number of informal patients. [continued in comments]](https://www.gethucinema.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/Julia-Ioffe-19-F0fSPE6451-300x300.jpg)
![Julia Ioffe Instagram - Emilia Isaakovna Bruk, 8.14.1934 - 12.19.2020. This weekend, my grandmother Emma died of #COVID19. She survived so much—a world war and the Holocaust, both of which took so many of her family members; Stalin and the Doctor's Plot, which nearly derailed her medical career; the Soviet Union itself, as well as her parents and brother, whom she idolized till the end of her days, scores of friends, and two husbands, both of whom she loved to distraction. But this doesn't begin to capture the irrepressible Emma Bruk. In the censorship and totalitarian control of the Soviet Union, she lived with an inner freedom that is nothing short of remarkable. It went beyond reading and passing around samizdat and helping dissidents and manning the barricades when the tanks rolled into Moscow in August 1991, though she did all that, too. It was about living on her own terms, about not letting anything diminish the purity of her ideals and hopes for a country she loved and refused to give up on, even when her only daughter took her only two grandchildren to another country, far beyond the Iron Curtain. She found her freedom in the people she surrounded herself with, many of whom were her former patients, people who remained her close friends long after she finished treating their hearts. She found it in the vast beauty of the mountains, which she climbed with friends, in the songs of the great bards she sang around campfires in that same beautiful voice I heard over my bed in the dark as a child. She found it in her work as a doctor, both at the Botkin Hospital and Moscow Art Theater, until she finally, reluctantly retired at 77. (She took great pride in the fact that her desk at the latter was next door to the old office of Mikhail Bulgakov, a writer, dramaturg, and fellow physician.) She lived independently till the end, despite her failing heart and the brain tumor that was growing unbeknownst to her. She followed the news and went to protests—her heart, she always said, hurt for Russia. She went to the theater, concerts, and exhibits; she traveled and saw her many friends and never diminishing number of informal patients. [continued in comments]](https://www.gethucinema.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/Julia-Ioffe-20-upjlaG7235-300x300.jpg)
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Caption : A friend just reminded me of this: Navalny came to my going away party when I was moving back to the US in 2012. He chided me for leaving. Things were just getting interesting, he said. Back then, there was still so much hope and possibility in Russia, so much promise. That Russia, those days seem like a happy dream, unrecognizable from the Russia it became. It is all unbearable.Likes : 7146
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Caption : New headshots just dropped, courtesy of the person whose photography is all over my house and who is the best travel companion and friend of all time, @maxavdeev.Likes : 2538
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Caption : New headshots just dropped, courtesy of the person whose photography is all over my house and who is the best travel companion and friend of all time, @maxavdeev.Likes : 2538
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Caption : New headshots just dropped, courtesy of the person whose photography is all over my house and who is the best travel companion and friend of all time, @maxavdeev.Likes : 2538
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Caption : New headshots just dropped, courtesy of the person whose photography is all over my house and who is the best travel companion and friend of all time, @maxavdeev.Likes : 2538
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Caption : Tried the goth look for @msnbc tonight.Likes : 2517
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Caption : Tried the goth look for @msnbc tonight.Likes : 2517
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Caption : Tried the goth look for @msnbc tonight.Likes : 2517
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Caption : A message from Edward Said’s daughter, Najla Said.Likes : 2080
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Caption : For everyone coming here to post nasty comments, read this first.Likes : 1815
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Caption : For everyone coming here to post nasty comments, read this first.Likes : 1815
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Caption : May the light prevail against the darkness like it did once so many generations ago. Happy Hanukkah.Likes : 1580
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Caption : TONIGHT! Julia Ioffe, Puck’s Washington correspondent and resident expert on all things Russia, will be joining Stephen Colbert to discuss the crisis in Ukraine. Tune in to @colbertlateshow on CBS tonight at 11:35pm 🍸 #LSSCLikes : 1372
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Caption : I miss California 😭🍹🌞Likes : 1307
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Caption : I miss California 😭🍹🌞Likes : 1307
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Caption : Back when I was cool, back in the USSR. 🚗Likes : 1130
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Caption : Back when I was cool, back in the USSR. 🚗Likes : 1130
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Caption : “Yulia, you saved me.” Last summer, when her husband, Russian opposition leader Alexey Navalny, was poisoned by the Kremlin, the world saw Yulia Navalnaya fight the dragon of the Russian state and win. She became the measure of decency and nobility for millions of Russians, and many asked themselves if they would be capable of such grace and strength under such duress. And of course, everyone wanted a love like hers and Alexey’s. As one of their friends told me, “This is the motivator. In addition to his personal ambition, he needs to constantly prove to this beautiful woman that he is worthy of her.” I hope you will enjoy reading this profile of Yulia Navalnaya as much as I loved writing it. Link in bio, and you can find it in the September issue of Vanity Fair. 📸 by @evgenyfeldman #navalny #yulianavalnaya #russiaLikes : 1084
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Caption : Today is a day I’ve been anticipating for a while: the 30th anniversary of our arrival in the United States as refugees from the Soviet Union. I remember that day—April 28, 1990—as discrete packets of memory of a day too long for a 7 year old to fully understand, one that began in our Moscow apartment (where the first picture was taken shortly before our departure); continued on to Moscow’s Sheremtyevo airport, where my parents’ friends and my grandparents sobbed as if at a funeral; through passport control with what little we were allowed to bring; the long flight during which none of us slept, thanks to my bouncy sister; waiting on the tarmac in the snow in Shannon, Ireland as the plane refueled; our arrival at Dulles International Airport, where we were processed and given our refugee cards and expelled into the Virginia suburbs that seemed to me, in the brightness of its sun and the lushness of its greenery, to be the tropics. A lot has happened in the 30 years since. The country we left soon ceased to exist. The country we came to has flashed us its teeth in recent years in a way that triggers deep, historical fears. We’ve all been back to Moscow countless times and I even made that vastly changed city my home for a few years. My mother recertified as a physician and has become a successful and prominent clinician and professor. My father bought a used car and got a job within two weeks of our arrival and quickly became the bedrock of the family, bringing over his parents and his sister and her family as well as a dozen other relatives. I went to college and horrified my parents by studying Soviet history and then horrified them again by becoming a journalist. My sister, that little blonde spark plug, is now a beautiful woman and a doctor, finishing up her residency and caring for patients with the coronavirus. It was a hard road, but we’re here, American as fuck and proud of it, though I don’t think any of us could have foreseen that, in 30 years, we’d be back to a toilet paper shortage—this time, an American one.Likes : 1079
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Caption : Today is a day I’ve been anticipating for a while: the 30th anniversary of our arrival in the United States as refugees from the Soviet Union. I remember that day—April 28, 1990—as discrete packets of memory of a day too long for a 7 year old to fully understand, one that began in our Moscow apartment (where the first picture was taken shortly before our departure); continued on to Moscow’s Sheremtyevo airport, where my parents’ friends and my grandparents sobbed as if at a funeral; through passport control with what little we were allowed to bring; the long flight during which none of us slept, thanks to my bouncy sister; waiting on the tarmac in the snow in Shannon, Ireland as the plane refueled; our arrival at Dulles International Airport, where we were processed and given our refugee cards and expelled into the Virginia suburbs that seemed to me, in the brightness of its sun and the lushness of its greenery, to be the tropics. A lot has happened in the 30 years since. The country we left soon ceased to exist. The country we came to has flashed us its teeth in recent years in a way that triggers deep, historical fears. We’ve all been back to Moscow countless times and I even made that vastly changed city my home for a few years. My mother recertified as a physician and has become a successful and prominent clinician and professor. My father bought a used car and got a job within two weeks of our arrival and quickly became the bedrock of the family, bringing over his parents and his sister and her family as well as a dozen other relatives. I went to college and horrified my parents by studying Soviet history and then horrified them again by becoming a journalist. My sister, that little blonde spark plug, is now a beautiful woman and a doctor, finishing up her residency and caring for patients with the coronavirus. It was a hard road, but we’re here, American as fuck and proud of it, though I don’t think any of us could have foreseen that, in 30 years, we’d be back to a toilet paper shortage—this time, an American one.Likes : 1079
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Caption : How can you root out Hamas if, every time you fight it, you create more Hamas supporters? Perhaps it’s time to admit that this does not have a military solution. https://puck.news/the-day-after-the-war-ends/Likes : 1021
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Caption : I finally met up with the incredible @dina_litovsky, who took gorgeous photographs for my profile of Elizabeth Warren. We talked about our Soviet childhoods and immigration to America, love, life, and hacking it in this business as women who know what they want. And then she took some pictures of me over ramen. It’s never too late to make new friends, even in the middle of a pandemic.Likes : 1014
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Caption : I finally met up with the incredible @dina_litovsky, who took gorgeous photographs for my profile of Elizabeth Warren. We talked about our Soviet childhoods and immigration to America, love, life, and hacking it in this business as women who know what they want. And then she took some pictures of me over ramen. It’s never too late to make new friends, even in the middle of a pandemic.Likes : 1014
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Caption : I finally met up with the incredible @dina_litovsky, who took gorgeous photographs for my profile of Elizabeth Warren. We talked about our Soviet childhoods and immigration to America, love, life, and hacking it in this business as women who know what they want. And then she took some pictures of me over ramen. It’s never too late to make new friends, even in the middle of a pandemic.Likes : 1014
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Caption : I finally met up with the incredible @dina_litovsky, who took gorgeous photographs for my profile of Elizabeth Warren. We talked about our Soviet childhoods and immigration to America, love, life, and hacking it in this business as women who know what they want. And then she took some pictures of me over ramen. It’s never too late to make new friends, even in the middle of a pandemic.Likes : 1014
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Caption : “Over the weekend, as Alexey Navalny’s death was confirmed by his team—and as the prison authorities announced ‘sudden death syndrome’ as the cause—and as his mother tried to chase down her son’s body in the wilds of the Russian Arctic, the idea that Navalny was gone, forever, sunk in among the Russian opposition, as well as among Russians who are quietly waiting out a regime they loathe,” Julia Ioffe writes. “The hero and hope of a generation, of the generations coming up behind Putin and his bloody, revanchist fantasies, had been killed. The future, a gleeful Putin seemed to be telling Russians, would be just like the present and the past: an endless, stultifying loop of war and terror and repression, with no end or hope in sight.” Enter Yulia Navalny. Read Julia Ioffe’s full dispatch at the link in bio. Photo: Didier Lebrun / Photonews via Getty Images #Navalny #AlexeyNavalny #YuliaNavalny #Russia #PutinLikes : 935
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Caption : “Over the weekend, as Alexey Navalny’s death was confirmed by his team—and as the prison authorities announced ‘sudden death syndrome’ as the cause—and as his mother tried to chase down her son’s body in the wilds of the Russian Arctic, the idea that Navalny was gone, forever, sunk in among the Russian opposition, as well as among Russians who are quietly waiting out a regime they loathe,” Julia Ioffe writes. “The hero and hope of a generation, of the generations coming up behind Putin and his bloody, revanchist fantasies, had been killed. The future, a gleeful Putin seemed to be telling Russians, would be just like the present and the past: an endless, stultifying loop of war and terror and repression, with no end or hope in sight.” Enter Yulia Navalny. Read Julia Ioffe’s full dispatch at the link in bio. Photo: Didier Lebrun / Photonews via Getty Images #Navalny #AlexeyNavalny #YuliaNavalny #Russia #PutinLikes : 935
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Caption : “Over the weekend, as Alexey Navalny’s death was confirmed by his team—and as the prison authorities announced ‘sudden death syndrome’ as the cause—and as his mother tried to chase down her son’s body in the wilds of the Russian Arctic, the idea that Navalny was gone, forever, sunk in among the Russian opposition, as well as among Russians who are quietly waiting out a regime they loathe,” Julia Ioffe writes. “The hero and hope of a generation, of the generations coming up behind Putin and his bloody, revanchist fantasies, had been killed. The future, a gleeful Putin seemed to be telling Russians, would be just like the present and the past: an endless, stultifying loop of war and terror and repression, with no end or hope in sight.” Enter Yulia Navalny. Read Julia Ioffe’s full dispatch at the link in bio. Photo: Didier Lebrun / Photonews via Getty Images #Navalny #AlexeyNavalny #YuliaNavalny #Russia #PutinLikes : 935
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Caption : “Over the weekend, as Alexey Navalny’s death was confirmed by his team—and as the prison authorities announced ‘sudden death syndrome’ as the cause—and as his mother tried to chase down her son’s body in the wilds of the Russian Arctic, the idea that Navalny was gone, forever, sunk in among the Russian opposition, as well as among Russians who are quietly waiting out a regime they loathe,” Julia Ioffe writes. “The hero and hope of a generation, of the generations coming up behind Putin and his bloody, revanchist fantasies, had been killed. The future, a gleeful Putin seemed to be telling Russians, would be just like the present and the past: an endless, stultifying loop of war and terror and repression, with no end or hope in sight.” Enter Yulia Navalny. Read Julia Ioffe’s full dispatch at the link in bio. Photo: Didier Lebrun / Photonews via Getty Images #Navalny #AlexeyNavalny #YuliaNavalny #Russia #PutinLikes : 935
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Caption : “Over the weekend, as Alexey Navalny’s death was confirmed by his team—and as the prison authorities announced ‘sudden death syndrome’ as the cause—and as his mother tried to chase down her son’s body in the wilds of the Russian Arctic, the idea that Navalny was gone, forever, sunk in among the Russian opposition, as well as among Russians who are quietly waiting out a regime they loathe,” Julia Ioffe writes. “The hero and hope of a generation, of the generations coming up behind Putin and his bloody, revanchist fantasies, had been killed. The future, a gleeful Putin seemed to be telling Russians, would be just like the present and the past: an endless, stultifying loop of war and terror and repression, with no end or hope in sight.” Enter Yulia Navalny. Read Julia Ioffe’s full dispatch at the link in bio. Photo: Didier Lebrun / Photonews via Getty Images #Navalny #AlexeyNavalny #YuliaNavalny #Russia #PutinLikes : 935
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Caption : 🎶vaccine, vaccine, vacciiiiiine🎶Likes : 919
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Caption : The last two years have been some of the hardest of my life. I touched bottom many times. And as I climb back to the surface, gasping for air, spitting water, I’m so keenly aware of the hands pulling me back up, holding me, loving me, helping me find the shore. After the loss, the grief, and the sickness, I know who my people are. And I know who they aren’t. That clarity is hard-won, but it is precious. I have the most incredible family and friends in this world, people of the most generous hearts and the most sparkling minds. I have no illusions about 2022, but I know I walk into it with an army behind me. I could weep with gratitude. I am the luckiest person in this whole world.Likes : 842
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Caption : No fear, only light.Likes : 761
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Caption : This happy that she’s finally feeling better. 📸 @thecuriouseyesLikes : 754
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Caption : It’s the Russian custom to reach out to business partners and clients to wish them a happy new year, so as part of his series of end-of-the-year calls with international dignitaries, Vladimir Putin rang Joe Biden for the second time this month. Piecing together official read-outs of what Russian and American advisors told the press immediately after the conversation, Julia Ioffe paraphrased how the talk went down between Putin and Biden. Read more at the link in bio.Likes : 726
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Caption : It’s the Russian custom to reach out to business partners and clients to wish them a happy new year, so as part of his series of end-of-the-year calls with international dignitaries, Vladimir Putin rang Joe Biden for the second time this month. Piecing together official read-outs of what Russian and American advisors told the press immediately after the conversation, Julia Ioffe paraphrased how the talk went down between Putin and Biden. Read more at the link in bio.Likes : 726
![Julia Ioffe - 705 Likes - Emilia Isaakovna Bruk, 8.14.1934 - 12.19.2020. This weekend, my grandmother Emma died of #COVID19. She survived so much—a world war and the Holocaust, both of which took so many of her family members; Stalin and the Doctor's Plot, which nearly derailed her medical career; the Soviet Union itself, as well as her parents and brother, whom she idolized till the end of her days, scores of friends, and two husbands, both of whom she loved to distraction. But this doesn't begin to capture the irrepressible Emma Bruk. In the censorship and totalitarian control of the Soviet Union, she lived with an inner freedom that is nothing short of remarkable. It went beyond reading and passing around samizdat and helping dissidents and manning the barricades when the tanks rolled into Moscow in August 1991, though she did all that, too. It was about living on her own terms, about not letting anything diminish the purity of her ideals and hopes for a country she loved and refused to give up on, even when her only daughter took her only two grandchildren to another country, far beyond the Iron Curtain. She found her freedom in the people she surrounded herself with, many of whom were her former patients, people who remained her close friends long after she finished treating their hearts. She found it in the vast beauty of the mountains, which she climbed with friends, in the songs of the great bards she sang around campfires in that same beautiful voice I heard over my bed in the dark as a child. She found it in her work as a doctor, both at the Botkin Hospital and Moscow Art Theater, until she finally, reluctantly retired at 77. (She took great pride in the fact that her desk at the latter was next door to the old office of Mikhail Bulgakov, a writer, dramaturg, and fellow physician.) She lived independently till the end, despite her failing heart and the brain tumor that was growing unbeknownst to her. She followed the news and went to protests—her heart, she always said, hurt for Russia. She went to the theater, concerts, and exhibits; she traveled and saw her many friends and never diminishing number of informal patients. [continued in comments]](https://www.gethucinema.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/Julia-Ioffe-15-U6absA7388.jpg)
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Caption : Emilia Isaakovna Bruk, 8.14.1934 – 12.19.2020. This weekend, my grandmother Emma died of #COVID19. She survived so much—a world war and the Holocaust, both of which took so many of her family members; Stalin and the Doctor’s Plot, which nearly derailed her medical career; the Soviet Union itself, as well as her parents and brother, whom she idolized till the end of her days, scores of friends, and two husbands, both of whom she loved to distraction. But this doesn’t begin to capture the irrepressible Emma Bruk. In the censorship and totalitarian control of the Soviet Union, she lived with an inner freedom that is nothing short of remarkable. It went beyond reading and passing around samizdat and helping dissidents and manning the barricades when the tanks rolled into Moscow in August 1991, though she did all that, too. It was about living on her own terms, about not letting anything diminish the purity of her ideals and hopes for a country she loved and refused to give up on, even when her only daughter took her only two grandchildren to another country, far beyond the Iron Curtain. She found her freedom in the people she surrounded herself with, many of whom were her former patients, people who remained her close friends long after she finished treating their hearts. She found it in the vast beauty of the mountains, which she climbed with friends, in the songs of the great bards she sang around campfires in that same beautiful voice I heard over my bed in the dark as a child. She found it in her work as a doctor, both at the Botkin Hospital and Moscow Art Theater, until she finally, reluctantly retired at 77. (She took great pride in the fact that her desk at the latter was next door to the old office of Mikhail Bulgakov, a writer, dramaturg, and fellow physician.) She lived independently till the end, despite her failing heart and the brain tumor that was growing unbeknownst to her. She followed the news and went to protests—her heart, she always said, hurt for Russia. She went to the theater, concerts, and exhibits; she traveled and saw her many friends and never diminishing number of informal patients. [continued in comments]Likes : 705
![Julia Ioffe - 705 Likes - Emilia Isaakovna Bruk, 8.14.1934 - 12.19.2020. This weekend, my grandmother Emma died of #COVID19. She survived so much—a world war and the Holocaust, both of which took so many of her family members; Stalin and the Doctor's Plot, which nearly derailed her medical career; the Soviet Union itself, as well as her parents and brother, whom she idolized till the end of her days, scores of friends, and two husbands, both of whom she loved to distraction. But this doesn't begin to capture the irrepressible Emma Bruk. In the censorship and totalitarian control of the Soviet Union, she lived with an inner freedom that is nothing short of remarkable. It went beyond reading and passing around samizdat and helping dissidents and manning the barricades when the tanks rolled into Moscow in August 1991, though she did all that, too. It was about living on her own terms, about not letting anything diminish the purity of her ideals and hopes for a country she loved and refused to give up on, even when her only daughter took her only two grandchildren to another country, far beyond the Iron Curtain. She found her freedom in the people she surrounded herself with, many of whom were her former patients, people who remained her close friends long after she finished treating their hearts. She found it in the vast beauty of the mountains, which she climbed with friends, in the songs of the great bards she sang around campfires in that same beautiful voice I heard over my bed in the dark as a child. She found it in her work as a doctor, both at the Botkin Hospital and Moscow Art Theater, until she finally, reluctantly retired at 77. (She took great pride in the fact that her desk at the latter was next door to the old office of Mikhail Bulgakov, a writer, dramaturg, and fellow physician.) She lived independently till the end, despite her failing heart and the brain tumor that was growing unbeknownst to her. She followed the news and went to protests—her heart, she always said, hurt for Russia. She went to the theater, concerts, and exhibits; she traveled and saw her many friends and never diminishing number of informal patients. [continued in comments]](https://www.gethucinema.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/Julia-Ioffe-16-QSR7hC9359.jpg)
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Caption : Emilia Isaakovna Bruk, 8.14.1934 – 12.19.2020. This weekend, my grandmother Emma died of #COVID19. She survived so much—a world war and the Holocaust, both of which took so many of her family members; Stalin and the Doctor’s Plot, which nearly derailed her medical career; the Soviet Union itself, as well as her parents and brother, whom she idolized till the end of her days, scores of friends, and two husbands, both of whom she loved to distraction. But this doesn’t begin to capture the irrepressible Emma Bruk. In the censorship and totalitarian control of the Soviet Union, she lived with an inner freedom that is nothing short of remarkable. It went beyond reading and passing around samizdat and helping dissidents and manning the barricades when the tanks rolled into Moscow in August 1991, though she did all that, too. It was about living on her own terms, about not letting anything diminish the purity of her ideals and hopes for a country she loved and refused to give up on, even when her only daughter took her only two grandchildren to another country, far beyond the Iron Curtain. She found her freedom in the people she surrounded herself with, many of whom were her former patients, people who remained her close friends long after she finished treating their hearts. She found it in the vast beauty of the mountains, which she climbed with friends, in the songs of the great bards she sang around campfires in that same beautiful voice I heard over my bed in the dark as a child. She found it in her work as a doctor, both at the Botkin Hospital and Moscow Art Theater, until she finally, reluctantly retired at 77. (She took great pride in the fact that her desk at the latter was next door to the old office of Mikhail Bulgakov, a writer, dramaturg, and fellow physician.) She lived independently till the end, despite her failing heart and the brain tumor that was growing unbeknownst to her. She followed the news and went to protests—her heart, she always said, hurt for Russia. She went to the theater, concerts, and exhibits; she traveled and saw her many friends and never diminishing number of informal patients. [continued in comments]Likes : 705
![Julia Ioffe - 705 Likes - Emilia Isaakovna Bruk, 8.14.1934 - 12.19.2020. This weekend, my grandmother Emma died of #COVID19. She survived so much—a world war and the Holocaust, both of which took so many of her family members; Stalin and the Doctor's Plot, which nearly derailed her medical career; the Soviet Union itself, as well as her parents and brother, whom she idolized till the end of her days, scores of friends, and two husbands, both of whom she loved to distraction. But this doesn't begin to capture the irrepressible Emma Bruk. In the censorship and totalitarian control of the Soviet Union, she lived with an inner freedom that is nothing short of remarkable. It went beyond reading and passing around samizdat and helping dissidents and manning the barricades when the tanks rolled into Moscow in August 1991, though she did all that, too. It was about living on her own terms, about not letting anything diminish the purity of her ideals and hopes for a country she loved and refused to give up on, even when her only daughter took her only two grandchildren to another country, far beyond the Iron Curtain. She found her freedom in the people she surrounded herself with, many of whom were her former patients, people who remained her close friends long after she finished treating their hearts. She found it in the vast beauty of the mountains, which she climbed with friends, in the songs of the great bards she sang around campfires in that same beautiful voice I heard over my bed in the dark as a child. She found it in her work as a doctor, both at the Botkin Hospital and Moscow Art Theater, until she finally, reluctantly retired at 77. (She took great pride in the fact that her desk at the latter was next door to the old office of Mikhail Bulgakov, a writer, dramaturg, and fellow physician.) She lived independently till the end, despite her failing heart and the brain tumor that was growing unbeknownst to her. She followed the news and went to protests—her heart, she always said, hurt for Russia. She went to the theater, concerts, and exhibits; she traveled and saw her many friends and never diminishing number of informal patients. [continued in comments]](https://www.gethucinema.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/Julia-Ioffe-17-vXBEMT9345.jpg)
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Caption : Emilia Isaakovna Bruk, 8.14.1934 – 12.19.2020. This weekend, my grandmother Emma died of #COVID19. She survived so much—a world war and the Holocaust, both of which took so many of her family members; Stalin and the Doctor’s Plot, which nearly derailed her medical career; the Soviet Union itself, as well as her parents and brother, whom she idolized till the end of her days, scores of friends, and two husbands, both of whom she loved to distraction. But this doesn’t begin to capture the irrepressible Emma Bruk. In the censorship and totalitarian control of the Soviet Union, she lived with an inner freedom that is nothing short of remarkable. It went beyond reading and passing around samizdat and helping dissidents and manning the barricades when the tanks rolled into Moscow in August 1991, though she did all that, too. It was about living on her own terms, about not letting anything diminish the purity of her ideals and hopes for a country she loved and refused to give up on, even when her only daughter took her only two grandchildren to another country, far beyond the Iron Curtain. She found her freedom in the people she surrounded herself with, many of whom were her former patients, people who remained her close friends long after she finished treating their hearts. She found it in the vast beauty of the mountains, which she climbed with friends, in the songs of the great bards she sang around campfires in that same beautiful voice I heard over my bed in the dark as a child. She found it in her work as a doctor, both at the Botkin Hospital and Moscow Art Theater, until she finally, reluctantly retired at 77. (She took great pride in the fact that her desk at the latter was next door to the old office of Mikhail Bulgakov, a writer, dramaturg, and fellow physician.) She lived independently till the end, despite her failing heart and the brain tumor that was growing unbeknownst to her. She followed the news and went to protests—her heart, she always said, hurt for Russia. She went to the theater, concerts, and exhibits; she traveled and saw her many friends and never diminishing number of informal patients. [continued in comments]Likes : 705
![Julia Ioffe - 705 Likes - Emilia Isaakovna Bruk, 8.14.1934 - 12.19.2020. This weekend, my grandmother Emma died of #COVID19. She survived so much—a world war and the Holocaust, both of which took so many of her family members; Stalin and the Doctor's Plot, which nearly derailed her medical career; the Soviet Union itself, as well as her parents and brother, whom she idolized till the end of her days, scores of friends, and two husbands, both of whom she loved to distraction. But this doesn't begin to capture the irrepressible Emma Bruk. In the censorship and totalitarian control of the Soviet Union, she lived with an inner freedom that is nothing short of remarkable. It went beyond reading and passing around samizdat and helping dissidents and manning the barricades when the tanks rolled into Moscow in August 1991, though she did all that, too. It was about living on her own terms, about not letting anything diminish the purity of her ideals and hopes for a country she loved and refused to give up on, even when her only daughter took her only two grandchildren to another country, far beyond the Iron Curtain. She found her freedom in the people she surrounded herself with, many of whom were her former patients, people who remained her close friends long after she finished treating their hearts. She found it in the vast beauty of the mountains, which she climbed with friends, in the songs of the great bards she sang around campfires in that same beautiful voice I heard over my bed in the dark as a child. She found it in her work as a doctor, both at the Botkin Hospital and Moscow Art Theater, until she finally, reluctantly retired at 77. (She took great pride in the fact that her desk at the latter was next door to the old office of Mikhail Bulgakov, a writer, dramaturg, and fellow physician.) She lived independently till the end, despite her failing heart and the brain tumor that was growing unbeknownst to her. She followed the news and went to protests—her heart, she always said, hurt for Russia. She went to the theater, concerts, and exhibits; she traveled and saw her many friends and never diminishing number of informal patients. [continued in comments]](https://www.gethucinema.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/Julia-Ioffe-18-9Qgr7i7302.jpg)
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Caption : Emilia Isaakovna Bruk, 8.14.1934 – 12.19.2020. This weekend, my grandmother Emma died of #COVID19. She survived so much—a world war and the Holocaust, both of which took so many of her family members; Stalin and the Doctor’s Plot, which nearly derailed her medical career; the Soviet Union itself, as well as her parents and brother, whom she idolized till the end of her days, scores of friends, and two husbands, both of whom she loved to distraction. But this doesn’t begin to capture the irrepressible Emma Bruk. In the censorship and totalitarian control of the Soviet Union, she lived with an inner freedom that is nothing short of remarkable. It went beyond reading and passing around samizdat and helping dissidents and manning the barricades when the tanks rolled into Moscow in August 1991, though she did all that, too. It was about living on her own terms, about not letting anything diminish the purity of her ideals and hopes for a country she loved and refused to give up on, even when her only daughter took her only two grandchildren to another country, far beyond the Iron Curtain. She found her freedom in the people she surrounded herself with, many of whom were her former patients, people who remained her close friends long after she finished treating their hearts. She found it in the vast beauty of the mountains, which she climbed with friends, in the songs of the great bards she sang around campfires in that same beautiful voice I heard over my bed in the dark as a child. She found it in her work as a doctor, both at the Botkin Hospital and Moscow Art Theater, until she finally, reluctantly retired at 77. (She took great pride in the fact that her desk at the latter was next door to the old office of Mikhail Bulgakov, a writer, dramaturg, and fellow physician.) She lived independently till the end, despite her failing heart and the brain tumor that was growing unbeknownst to her. She followed the news and went to protests—her heart, she always said, hurt for Russia. She went to the theater, concerts, and exhibits; she traveled and saw her many friends and never diminishing number of informal patients. [continued in comments]Likes : 705
![Julia Ioffe - 705 Likes - Emilia Isaakovna Bruk, 8.14.1934 - 12.19.2020. This weekend, my grandmother Emma died of #COVID19. She survived so much—a world war and the Holocaust, both of which took so many of her family members; Stalin and the Doctor's Plot, which nearly derailed her medical career; the Soviet Union itself, as well as her parents and brother, whom she idolized till the end of her days, scores of friends, and two husbands, both of whom she loved to distraction. But this doesn't begin to capture the irrepressible Emma Bruk. In the censorship and totalitarian control of the Soviet Union, she lived with an inner freedom that is nothing short of remarkable. It went beyond reading and passing around samizdat and helping dissidents and manning the barricades when the tanks rolled into Moscow in August 1991, though she did all that, too. It was about living on her own terms, about not letting anything diminish the purity of her ideals and hopes for a country she loved and refused to give up on, even when her only daughter took her only two grandchildren to another country, far beyond the Iron Curtain. She found her freedom in the people she surrounded herself with, many of whom were her former patients, people who remained her close friends long after she finished treating their hearts. She found it in the vast beauty of the mountains, which she climbed with friends, in the songs of the great bards she sang around campfires in that same beautiful voice I heard over my bed in the dark as a child. She found it in her work as a doctor, both at the Botkin Hospital and Moscow Art Theater, until she finally, reluctantly retired at 77. (She took great pride in the fact that her desk at the latter was next door to the old office of Mikhail Bulgakov, a writer, dramaturg, and fellow physician.) She lived independently till the end, despite her failing heart and the brain tumor that was growing unbeknownst to her. She followed the news and went to protests—her heart, she always said, hurt for Russia. She went to the theater, concerts, and exhibits; she traveled and saw her many friends and never diminishing number of informal patients. [continued in comments]](https://www.gethucinema.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/Julia-Ioffe-19-F0fSPE6451.jpg)
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Caption : Emilia Isaakovna Bruk, 8.14.1934 – 12.19.2020. This weekend, my grandmother Emma died of #COVID19. She survived so much—a world war and the Holocaust, both of which took so many of her family members; Stalin and the Doctor’s Plot, which nearly derailed her medical career; the Soviet Union itself, as well as her parents and brother, whom she idolized till the end of her days, scores of friends, and two husbands, both of whom she loved to distraction. But this doesn’t begin to capture the irrepressible Emma Bruk. In the censorship and totalitarian control of the Soviet Union, she lived with an inner freedom that is nothing short of remarkable. It went beyond reading and passing around samizdat and helping dissidents and manning the barricades when the tanks rolled into Moscow in August 1991, though she did all that, too. It was about living on her own terms, about not letting anything diminish the purity of her ideals and hopes for a country she loved and refused to give up on, even when her only daughter took her only two grandchildren to another country, far beyond the Iron Curtain. She found her freedom in the people she surrounded herself with, many of whom were her former patients, people who remained her close friends long after she finished treating their hearts. She found it in the vast beauty of the mountains, which she climbed with friends, in the songs of the great bards she sang around campfires in that same beautiful voice I heard over my bed in the dark as a child. She found it in her work as a doctor, both at the Botkin Hospital and Moscow Art Theater, until she finally, reluctantly retired at 77. (She took great pride in the fact that her desk at the latter was next door to the old office of Mikhail Bulgakov, a writer, dramaturg, and fellow physician.) She lived independently till the end, despite her failing heart and the brain tumor that was growing unbeknownst to her. She followed the news and went to protests—her heart, she always said, hurt for Russia. She went to the theater, concerts, and exhibits; she traveled and saw her many friends and never diminishing number of informal patients. [continued in comments]Likes : 705
![Julia Ioffe - 705 Likes - Emilia Isaakovna Bruk, 8.14.1934 - 12.19.2020. This weekend, my grandmother Emma died of #COVID19. She survived so much—a world war and the Holocaust, both of which took so many of her family members; Stalin and the Doctor's Plot, which nearly derailed her medical career; the Soviet Union itself, as well as her parents and brother, whom she idolized till the end of her days, scores of friends, and two husbands, both of whom she loved to distraction. But this doesn't begin to capture the irrepressible Emma Bruk. In the censorship and totalitarian control of the Soviet Union, she lived with an inner freedom that is nothing short of remarkable. It went beyond reading and passing around samizdat and helping dissidents and manning the barricades when the tanks rolled into Moscow in August 1991, though she did all that, too. It was about living on her own terms, about not letting anything diminish the purity of her ideals and hopes for a country she loved and refused to give up on, even when her only daughter took her only two grandchildren to another country, far beyond the Iron Curtain. She found her freedom in the people she surrounded herself with, many of whom were her former patients, people who remained her close friends long after she finished treating their hearts. She found it in the vast beauty of the mountains, which she climbed with friends, in the songs of the great bards she sang around campfires in that same beautiful voice I heard over my bed in the dark as a child. She found it in her work as a doctor, both at the Botkin Hospital and Moscow Art Theater, until she finally, reluctantly retired at 77. (She took great pride in the fact that her desk at the latter was next door to the old office of Mikhail Bulgakov, a writer, dramaturg, and fellow physician.) She lived independently till the end, despite her failing heart and the brain tumor that was growing unbeknownst to her. She followed the news and went to protests—her heart, she always said, hurt for Russia. She went to the theater, concerts, and exhibits; she traveled and saw her many friends and never diminishing number of informal patients. [continued in comments]](https://www.gethucinema.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/Julia-Ioffe-20-upjlaG7235.jpg)
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Caption : Emilia Isaakovna Bruk, 8.14.1934 – 12.19.2020. This weekend, my grandmother Emma died of #COVID19. She survived so much—a world war and the Holocaust, both of which took so many of her family members; Stalin and the Doctor’s Plot, which nearly derailed her medical career; the Soviet Union itself, as well as her parents and brother, whom she idolized till the end of her days, scores of friends, and two husbands, both of whom she loved to distraction. But this doesn’t begin to capture the irrepressible Emma Bruk. In the censorship and totalitarian control of the Soviet Union, she lived with an inner freedom that is nothing short of remarkable. It went beyond reading and passing around samizdat and helping dissidents and manning the barricades when the tanks rolled into Moscow in August 1991, though she did all that, too. It was about living on her own terms, about not letting anything diminish the purity of her ideals and hopes for a country she loved and refused to give up on, even when her only daughter took her only two grandchildren to another country, far beyond the Iron Curtain. She found her freedom in the people she surrounded herself with, many of whom were her former patients, people who remained her close friends long after she finished treating their hearts. She found it in the vast beauty of the mountains, which she climbed with friends, in the songs of the great bards she sang around campfires in that same beautiful voice I heard over my bed in the dark as a child. She found it in her work as a doctor, both at the Botkin Hospital and Moscow Art Theater, until she finally, reluctantly retired at 77. (She took great pride in the fact that her desk at the latter was next door to the old office of Mikhail Bulgakov, a writer, dramaturg, and fellow physician.) She lived independently till the end, despite her failing heart and the brain tumor that was growing unbeknownst to her. She followed the news and went to protests—her heart, she always said, hurt for Russia. She went to the theater, concerts, and exhibits; she traveled and saw her many friends and never diminishing number of informal patients. [continued in comments]Likes : 705
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Caption : David Scheffer is a pioneer in international human rights law. He helped set up war crimes tribunals for Rwanda, the former Yugoslavia, Sierra Leone, and the Khmer Rouge. He is also negotiated the creation of the International Criminal Court and signed the Rome Statute on behalf of the U.S. government in 1998. Puck’s Julia Ioffe gave Scheffer a call to pick his brain about what’s in South Africa’s complaint against Israel, what we can expect from the International Court of Justice, and what we talk about when we talk about genocide. Read their full conversation at the link in bio. Photo: David Scheffer, then roving U.S. ambassador for war crimes, visits Malisevo, Kosovo in 1998. (Credit to David Brauchli/Sygma via Getty Images) #Israel #Gaza #Hamas #UN #WarLikes : 694
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Caption : David Scheffer is a pioneer in international human rights law. He helped set up war crimes tribunals for Rwanda, the former Yugoslavia, Sierra Leone, and the Khmer Rouge. He is also negotiated the creation of the International Criminal Court and signed the Rome Statute on behalf of the U.S. government in 1998. Puck’s Julia Ioffe gave Scheffer a call to pick his brain about what’s in South Africa’s complaint against Israel, what we can expect from the International Court of Justice, and what we talk about when we talk about genocide. Read their full conversation at the link in bio. Photo: David Scheffer, then roving U.S. ambassador for war crimes, visits Malisevo, Kosovo in 1998. (Credit to David Brauchli/Sygma via Getty Images) #Israel #Gaza #Hamas #UN #WarLikes : 694
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Caption : David Scheffer is a pioneer in international human rights law. He helped set up war crimes tribunals for Rwanda, the former Yugoslavia, Sierra Leone, and the Khmer Rouge. He is also negotiated the creation of the International Criminal Court and signed the Rome Statute on behalf of the U.S. government in 1998. Puck’s Julia Ioffe gave Scheffer a call to pick his brain about what’s in South Africa’s complaint against Israel, what we can expect from the International Court of Justice, and what we talk about when we talk about genocide. Read their full conversation at the link in bio. Photo: David Scheffer, then roving U.S. ambassador for war crimes, visits Malisevo, Kosovo in 1998. (Credit to David Brauchli/Sygma via Getty Images) #Israel #Gaza #Hamas #UN #WarLikes : 694
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Caption : David Scheffer is a pioneer in international human rights law. He helped set up war crimes tribunals for Rwanda, the former Yugoslavia, Sierra Leone, and the Khmer Rouge. He is also negotiated the creation of the International Criminal Court and signed the Rome Statute on behalf of the U.S. government in 1998. Puck’s Julia Ioffe gave Scheffer a call to pick his brain about what’s in South Africa’s complaint against Israel, what we can expect from the International Court of Justice, and what we talk about when we talk about genocide. Read their full conversation at the link in bio. Photo: David Scheffer, then roving U.S. ambassador for war crimes, visits Malisevo, Kosovo in 1998. (Credit to David Brauchli/Sygma via Getty Images) #Israel #Gaza #Hamas #UN #WarLikes : 694
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Caption : David Scheffer is a pioneer in international human rights law. He helped set up war crimes tribunals for Rwanda, the former Yugoslavia, Sierra Leone, and the Khmer Rouge. He is also negotiated the creation of the International Criminal Court and signed the Rome Statute on behalf of the U.S. government in 1998. Puck’s Julia Ioffe gave Scheffer a call to pick his brain about what’s in South Africa’s complaint against Israel, what we can expect from the International Court of Justice, and what we talk about when we talk about genocide. Read their full conversation at the link in bio. Photo: David Scheffer, then roving U.S. ambassador for war crimes, visits Malisevo, Kosovo in 1998. (Credit to David Brauchli/Sygma via Getty Images) #Israel #Gaza #Hamas #UN #WarLikes : 694
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Caption : David Scheffer is a pioneer in international human rights law. He helped set up war crimes tribunals for Rwanda, the former Yugoslavia, Sierra Leone, and the Khmer Rouge. He is also negotiated the creation of the International Criminal Court and signed the Rome Statute on behalf of the U.S. government in 1998. Puck’s Julia Ioffe gave Scheffer a call to pick his brain about what’s in South Africa’s complaint against Israel, what we can expect from the International Court of Justice, and what we talk about when we talk about genocide. Read their full conversation at the link in bio. Photo: David Scheffer, then roving U.S. ambassador for war crimes, visits Malisevo, Kosovo in 1998. (Credit to David Brauchli/Sygma via Getty Images) #Israel #Gaza #Hamas #UN #WarLikes : 694
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Caption : Happy one-year anniversary to @puckdotnews and all my incredible colleagues! What a year it’s been—easily the happiest and most fulfilling in my career. Onward and upwards! 📸 by @emgoughLikes : 676
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Caption : “There’s something about the moment that’s keeping people together,” a senior administration source tells Puck’s Julia Ioffe. “There’s a sense that we’re standing at the precipice right now.” Julia Ioffe has details at the link in bio. Photos: Drew Angerer/Getty Images, Anna Moneymaker/Getty Images #NationalSecurityLikes : 648