In memory of Victor Topaller: relatives and friends remember the famous journalist

Photo: Facebook / Victor Topaller

Russian-American journalist, director, TV and radio host, permanent author ForumDaily Victor Topaller gone from the life of 10 January. As it became known later, he died of lung cancer. He was diagnosed with a disease only a few months ago. For many friends and relatives, the news has become shocking.

Viktor's relatives, friends and acquaintances share their memories of him in social networks.

Photo: Facebook / Victor Topaller

Alex Topaller, son of Victor Topaller

Today, on Wednesday, 1 / 10 / 2018 is gone, my father, Victor Topaller. Dad left peacefully after several months of fighting lung cancer. Lightning fast in life, Dad left swiftly, just a few months before his sixtieth birthday. Gone bright, honest, uncompromising, responsible, vulnerable ... and most importantly damn talented and energetic.

Surely I need to say something else, but I am sure that now friends will be writing friends and friends far away ... and not friends at all. There will be different portraits of the father, honest and not. But for me, it was just dad.

Dad, who would probably now say: “come on, hare, don’t do all this crap.”

Girlfriend and colleague, Valeria Kornaya

Today, January 10, my friend Victor Topaller is gone. In six months he could have turned sixty. Total.

Vitka, as I called him all 30 years of our acquaintance, was versatile and professional in everything, no matter what he took. A director by training, he staged performances and variety programs, as the writer released a collection of incredibly funny stories.the basics. By the way, no one knew how to tell jokes like he did, and no one knew such an infinite number of them. As a journalist, he published in various publications, conducted hundreds of interviews with the most famous people on television. His opinion as a radio host was also listened to in Israel, where he lived and worked for many years, and in America, where he and his family moved 17 years ago, his programs were discussed, he had many haters and envious people, which is normal for people in the public profession ( their opinion together with them on my page will go to the ban), but he had even more admirers and admirers of both sexes.

Uncompromising and objectionable, with an extraordinary sense of humor and an unerring nose for shit, sensitive to the slightest falsehood, subtle and vulnerable, he remained a naive child until his last days. Only the closest people knew about this - wife Galya, son Alexei and friends. Vitka knew how to value friendship and often repeated: “We have already earned the right to communicate with those with whom we want.”

And we communicated with pleasure, argued until they were hoarse, laughed till you fell, we were cut into preference and soared in your bath, sang songs and read poems.

Thank you for this and goodbye, my friend Vitka.

Valeria Korenaya with Victor Topaller.
Photo: Facebook / Valeria Korenaya

Sergey Evelev, writer, composer

Victor Topaller left us. Hard, uncomfortable, sharp, irreconcilable.

I was not familiar with him, so much. Met, talked about something. I thought about him. He - about me. Never mind. It is important that he is no more. And thousands of empty, stupid, cowardly, worthless, murderers, pedophiles, terrorists and rapists are alive. It's a pity. It could be the other way around.

There are such people. Next to them is not always convenient. They can be rude, quick-tempered, they can unfairly offend. But they are our truth. And it is always bitter and often inconvenient. He did not know how to be politically correct, which is the definition of slow suicide. I hope everyone understands what this is about. Many did not like him, they were afraid, they avoided him. But this is always the case when out of the crowd of silent people and podly, one suddenly emerges who cuts the truth-womb, regardless of the ranks. Or even if it is not the truth (who knows there what truth is), at least, it expresses an “unpopular opinion.” That is, it says aloud what many people think about themselves. This is courage, this is fearlessness, this is a civil position !!! Let me forgive me for some pathetic words.

Well, surely this dark story with the TV channel, where he worked for many years, also played a role. No, we can't know for sure. All diseases are from nerves, it's a joke. Although ... Go and know ... And what if after a thousand years, when medicine is no longer experimental and doctors will know for sure, it will be revealed that this is how it is? ... And what if?

But Victor Topaller and many other talented people will not help. And us? And we? What do we think and feel when faced with another loss? How quickly we forget about him and rush on - forward, at the ready with the phone and TV?

But this is me, without pathos. And the question is of course rhetorical. And the poem, probably, is also no reason to stop, look around. Although, perhaps nature / destiny / karma or, as you wish to call it, are trying to tell us something, push something, draw attention to something? Or, perhaps, to me, as an impressionable person, it all just seems.

Another

Another one left us, what a pity!

And we can’t measure loss, do not understand

How few of them, bright talents we have left,

How do we know how to lose them?

Vysotsky, Dahl, Abdulov, Lennon, Williams Robin,

And this list is endless, like a dream,

Everyone was explosive and ... incomparable

In it, the spark of God lived and beauty.

Without them, we are again in a dusty and passionless world,

In the bustle of vain we spend day after day,

Struggling with myself, and with loneliness terrible,

We depict life ... Yes, we live like this!

How could these souls not be saved?

What extra important world was busy on this day?

Did not help, did not learn to even listen,

Other people's troubles, the pain of others. It's just ... laziness ...

They leave, leaving us orphaned,

And the horror is not even that we are silent,

And the fact that we, remaining in the role of victims,

Do not feel, do not suffer, do not growl

From bitter grief, from fatal loss ...

They leave, taking the cry of the soul with them,

Own, misunderstood, closing the doors again,

And we will stay again ... without realizing

That here, have lost the director, the activist,

The sound of truth, songs of conscience alive,

And where he stepped, it will forever be clean,

What he touched - there is happiness and peace.

No, we do not know how to appreciate the gifts of God,

They are squandered by a noisy carnival,

Although they are not very many,

Another one left ... and took us with him ...

Photo: Facebook / Victor Topaller

Photo: Facebook / Victor Topaller

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