From our first acquaintance (1973) I felt deep human grief in him. His eyes always lasted to unfortunate, humiliated and offended. For him concepts of the good and evil never were abstract. Having visited Afghanistan for the first time, having seen the troubles there, he forever fell in love with Afghans for their purity of soul, trustfulness and deep religiousness. Some years later he visited the Western Europe, and saw the remains of concentration camps and shuddered for horror, having understood, through what they have passed through "saving Europe". He felt sympathy for all the suffering world.