Novaya Gazeta was the nemesis of the Putin years. It was his remorse, his bad conscience, the bastion of the intellectual resistance against the repression which intensifies daily. It was Victor Hugo each day. It was Hugo’s “Castigations” in the country of a tyrant. It was truth, every day, on the wars, the crimes and the lies, of Vladmir the Miniscule. It was the journal of Anna Politkovskaya who I defended so strongly. And it was, since the beginning of the invasion in Ukraine, four weeks ago, the last free outlet, in Moscow, which welcomed, like Hugo said again, “the voice which emerges from caves at the hour where the country bows.” Today Dmitry Muratov, its director, Nobel Peace Prize…