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Gang Beats Shopkeeper to Death

An Indian immigrant who spent 20 years working to open the shop of his dreams has died after being beaten up by a gang of teenagers who helped themselves to a $4.99 football.

The gang jeered at Kombra Divakaran, 43, when he chased them on to the pavement outside his new shop in Bayswater, west London. They then kicked and beat him.

Surgeons at the NationalNeurologicalHospital tried desperately to save his life, but his injuries proved too severe.

His attackers are said to include a stocky girl, aged 14 or 15, with long brown hair who was "loud and aggressive". Police are also anxious to interview a boy about 6ft lin tall, with short hair. The gang included at least two others.

Detective Chief Inspector Mike Petra said: "It's absolutely mindless that this gentleman appears to have died because of a cheap plastic football."

He revealed that a fortnight ago Mr. Divakaran was racially abused by youths who came into his shop, and the killing may have been racially motivated. "But at this stage we still believe he was probably attacked because he was brave enough to intervene when these people tried to steal his property."

Mr. Divakaran, who emigrated from New-Delhi, gradually developed his shopkeeping acumen until he was able to open the City Bargain Book Store in Queensway, selling books and football gear.

A father of three, Mr. Divakaran was renowned as a man of gentle character. Sarina Sapatereiro, 20, a travel consultant at the nearby branch of ThomasCook said: "He was the nicest person. It always brought a smile to his face when you walked into the shop."

The area often turned ugly at night, according to George Chaidoulis, manager of an optician's, He added: "Shoplifting is common around here. Many young people come here in groups late in the evening. I was waiting for something like this to happen."

At the time of the attack on Sunday, Mr. Divakaran had been working late on his own, said Mr. Sidhu. "There is always trouble

with kids hanging around. The whole community is devastated. We have worked so hard and then they come along and do this." Mr. Sidhu said that passers-by did not intervene to stop the attack. "Shame on the people who walked past and did not help him," he said.

If someone had gone to his rescue then this would not have happened. People complain about the ills in society but they make the ills themselves.

Mr. Divakaran was well known for going out of his way to help people in any way that he could. It should not have happened to a guy like that.

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Сонет 25 Перевод СЯ. Маршака

Кто под звездой счастливою рожден –

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