Matthew

I am very saddened by the loss of Dima, he was an early friend of mine and came into my life at a key point in time. In 8th grade we played music together, went to our first rock concerts together, End Fest, the Offspring, etc. I remember vividly as Dmitri was there skiing with me at Alpental when I first started snowboarding. Even at age 14 he was already an expert skier, and he constantly helped me grow as a snowboarder and as an adolescent by pushing me to tackle more and more challenges. Dmitri was kind and energetic, and I am forever grateful for his encouragement and friendship. I am regretful that we fell out of contact after high school, but I am very happy to see that he has shared the same passions for music, adventure, and skiing that I have. Dmitri is greatly missed, but importantly well remembered.

Starikov Family

Мы всегда будем помнить Диму. Его светлую обаятельную улыбку, его задорный искристый взгляд. Его невероятную настойчивость, мужество и несгибаемость на пути к цели, которую он поставил себе: помощь людям.

Ты останешься в наших сердцах навсегда.

Ostrovski Family

Каждый человек несёт с собой что-то своё в этот мир, что-то даёт другим, чему-то учит. Дима показал, как стоит жить, как стоит любить людей и Землю. Показал и ушёл, оставив светлый свет в наших душах. Хорошо, что ты был с нами, жаль, что ушёл так рано…


Every person comes to this World with a message. Dmitri showed us that life is worth living with fun and each person is worth being loved. Showed us and left us, so early. Thank you for being with us, thank you for the light you have shed on others!

Nosov Family

Вспоминая Диму…
 

Блеснул ты солнечным лучем,

И  озарил всех  ярким светом.
Стремясь к вершинам ,
Ты ушёл …
Мгновенно !
Все вокруг померкло…
 
Твой путь земной –
Лишь небольшая остановка
В полёте длинном , порой не легком,
К высотам новым подготовка.
 
Взирать ты будешь с вышины
И светлым ангелом являться.
И охраняя от беды
Крылом нечаянно касаться …          

Nazarov Family

Дорогой наш Дима, Димка, Димочка (как тебя называла мама), невозможно передать словами ту боль, которую мы испытали , узнав о трагедии. Твою естественность, умение развеселить и быть душой даже во “взрослой” компании нельзя забыть. Какие вкусные шашлыки ты  всегда с улыбкой готовил на маминых “девичниках”!

Дима навсегда останется в наших сердцах добрым, открытым и улыбчивым экстремалом.

Greg

I met Dmitri in Tahoe a few years back.  I immediately knew we would get along great.  He was always the guy to have the most fun ever no matter the circumstance.  I ran into him on the mountain one day at heavenly.  It was the coldest, iciest, most miserable day ever, just terrible conditions.  I got off the chair and saw him grinning ear to ear, excited to see me and excited to do another lap on the ice.  Everyone on the mountain was miserable that day except him and I having a ball and making the best of it.  His optimism was contagious.  His energy and love for skiing and the outdoors was truly inspiring.  You will be missed Dmitri, shred on brother.

Swank

Few people cross your path in life who truly light up a room or ignite something within everyone they meet. Dmitri had that gift.
May the wind always be at your back, and the sun always upon your face.
And may the wings of destiny carry you aloft to dance with the stars.
Until we meet again my friend.

Alexey

Наш Димка пропал. Невозможно поверить , но его больше нет. Его короткая жизнь промелькнула мимо нас как сумасшедший лыжник на крутом склоне, обдав нас облаком из снежной пыли, веселого скрипа лыж  и радостного смеха. Очень повезло  всем кто оказывался рядом с ним – на  бесконечных зигзагах его искрометной, немного безалаберной жизни!

Он стал серьезнее, собранее и взрослее в последний год,, но все же проболжал обожать  веселые пирушки, рискованнные приключения, безумные рок-концерты… По-моему, он одинаково  гордился кучей серьезных прочитанных книг и парашютным прыжком ,  поступлением  в мед-школу и переплывом озера….

Но больше всего он на свете он любил  нас – своих  друзей и близких. Как же  ждал он, как предвкушал любую встречу с вами, с  каким тщанием готовил подарки, как обожал фотографироваться и фотографировать!  Скорбь которая поселилась в  каждом из нас почти невыносима – в наших душах образовалась огромная саднящая дыра, которую ни заполнить ничем, ни зализать, ни убаюкать…


Our Dimka is gone. It’s hard to believe, but he’s no longer here. His life whizzed past us like a crazy skier on a steep slope pummeling bystanders with a wave of snow and the sounds of bending skis and laughter. Many of us were lucky enough to be with him on the zig-zagging turns of his intense, radiant, and maybe a bit unruly path down the hill.

While he became more serious and mature in this last year, he kept up the partying, risky adventures in nature and loud rock concerts. He took similar pride in completing a thick book or a parachute jump; earning acceptance to medical school or swimming across a lake.

But more than anything – he loved us – his friends and relatives. Oh how he cherished the anticipation of seeing you, preparing your gifts or tokens and taking lots and lots of pictures!

The sorrow that now occupies every one of us is almost unbearable. He left a huge burning hole in our hearts—a hole that is impossible to fill or to heal.

 

Deepak

Dmitri was my roommate in Grenada. He was one of the best guys I knew. We bonded over our love of skiing and the fact that were older than a lot of the students there! I’ll never forget the night I moved in. He was already asleep. He had a rough night the day before. He woke up and helped me get my stuff in and settled, even though he was sleeping. That’s the kind of guy he was. Always looking out for his friends and always positive. He helped me study, get past stress, and even listened to me vent a little. Such a good guy. RIP buddy. Hope you hit all the slopes you can up there.

Jaymie

There was a small whiteboard on our fridge in Newcastle where we would write notes or reminders for the day.
“You’ve got mail to pick up.”
“I left your laundry on the couch.”
“Don’t forget PD Kit.”

Eventually it was just blank for some time, but one day it read,

“It does not matter how slowly you go so long as you do not stop.” – Confucius

Dmitri came into the kitchen and I asked him who wrote that. He said something along the lines of, “You know, this thing’s been blank for a while. It’d be nice to have something to get us through a full day of lectures and studying. I’ll write something every now and again to keep us going. It’s a pretty tough thing we’re in but we’ve got to just stay positive and motivated. That’s the way to live.”

Just like that whiteboard, I have no doubt Dmitri left his mark on everyone he came across and truly made a positive difference in their lives, he definitely did in mine.