Fedorov ophthalmologist family. Irene Fedorova: “I realized at first sight that this was my man”

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(Ends. Starts in issues dated and February 19.)

The first parts told about the events that preceded the death of S. Fedorov and the “war” over his inheritance that broke out after his death. The opposing sides are the widow of the academician and the staff of his institute. Now new characters are entering the scene...

The “Fedorov sisters” do not want to know each other

This photo is another myth, no family idyll the Fedorovs did not. Fedorov did not maintain relationships with his ex-wives; his own daughters from Svyatoslav Nikolaevich’s first two marriages, Irina and Olga, were equally jealous of each other and of stepsisters- to Irene Efimovna’s daughters from her first marriage, Elina and Yulia, and even more so to herself, seeing in her the main obstacle to her father’s love. Six months before the death of the head of the family, Irene Efimovna gathered all her daughters in Protasov and invited a photographer so that they would go down in history friendly and cheerful. Yes, it came to light here God's story with the inheritance, and the myth collapsed.

Did Fedorov think, when he signed a will in 1996, according to which all his property was transferred to his wife, that he was thus depriving his own children of inheritance? Most likely, he waved this sheet thoughtlessly. Although two days before his death he said in an interview: “I believe that they should work hard themselves. Three daughters are ophthalmologists, one is a translator, all work. This is the main thing I will leave to them. Giving them money in the bank means making them lazy and sybarites. Let them go to hell, these children..."

The position is respectable, but clearly unfair, especially if you know that “these kids” are raising their children alone. Where the “Fedorov sisters” are similar is that all four are equally unhappy in their marriages. Compared to a man like Svyatoslav Fedorov, everyone else lost.

We did not make a reservation about the “Fedorov sisters” - after the death of the academician, it turned out that Irene Efimovna’s daughters, at the age of 35, unexpectedly changed their patronymics and surnames and unanimously became the Svyatoslavna Fedorovs. "He had very good relationship with my girls because he raised them. And Irina and Olga were coming,” Irene Efimovna explained the logic of this initiative. “Yes, we never lived together with him!” - Yulia Svyatoslavna was surprised when we asked her to talk about Fedorov through the eyes of a child.

"Coming" Olga - own daughter Fedorova has come to terms with the will, and the “coming” Irina (also a relative), similar to her father in both appearance and character, has been fighting for her rights in court for three years, trying to prove that Fedorov’s signature was forged. Two private centers of expert research confirm her suspicions, but the examination of the Ministry of Justice insists on the opposite. The court, for unknown reasons, refuses to conduct a comprehensive commission handwriting examination. The staff of the Eye Microsurgery International Scientific and Research Center, with bated breath, are watching this war from the trenches. What does it sound like?! The Fedorov Institute, where his two daughters work, is at war with the Fedorov Foundation, which is run by his widow and stepdaughters...

In the book just published by the S. N. Fedorov Foundation for Assistance to the Development of Advanced Medical Technologies there is not a single photograph of Fedorov’s native daughters and granddaughters.

And portraits of the widow were demonstratively removed from the museum office.

And this war seems to be eternal, because each of these women is fighting not for an inheritance, but for the story of their love.

Story one. Irina is her own daughter from her first marriage

The reason for the breakup of my father’s family was my mother Lilia Fedorovna. A person with a terrible Soviet upbringing, she absolutely could not understand that a man like her father could have affairs on the side that meant absolutely nothing to him. He could not explain this to her, because he was raised the same way and also thought that he was committing a sin. When my mother heard about his first affair, there was a terrible scandal, even his parents came... My mother learned about the affair with Elena Leonovna, his next wife, from an unsealed letter that was in a parcel with fruit. It was written there: “Slavochka, how happy I am that you finally told Lila everything and that she is not against the divorce...” And when he came home, she did not discuss anything anymore and packed her bags.

I was 12 years old, I told him it was mean. He tried to explain: you understand, you come home, you don’t seem to have committed any crime, and they are waiting for you there with a Kalashnikov assault rifle... I didn’t understand everything, but I loved him very much - he was cheerful, humane, simple. And mom... very correct.

I was his favorite daughter and, probably, the only person in life, whom he really loved, we are absolutely similar in character and appearance. If you like, our love was at the animal level of genes. But I am stronger - I would never allow anyone to subjugate me like that. By the way, I was official reason his next divorce - his second wife did not allow him to communicate with his daughter from his first marriage. We met as spies on some corners, went to see friends, and he told them: “Don’t tell Lena that I was with you and Irishka.”

Regarding younger sister, my attitude towards her has always been guardianship. When my father married for the third time, Olga was no longer allowed to see him by his secretaries, Irene Efimovna. She came to me and cried. I felt sorry for her, I thought: what a blessing that I am the first daughter and that I still saw the period when my father was a Great Man!

money in his new family Irene also gave orders. Once upon a time there was interesting situation: my daughter and I were visiting him, and he had just arrived from India. Irene did not leave us alone for a single second. And when we left and I put my hands in my pockets, I found garnet beads in one and the other. He didn’t dare give me beads in front of Irene Efimovna! He quietly put them down! And do you think that after this we can talk about their universal love?!

The second story. Olga is her own daughter from her second marriage

I hear the news about my father’s death, and everything falls out of my hands... I’m trying to find out something. It’s Friday evening, there’s no one at the institute, and I don’t have home telephone numbers for my employees - like Pavlov’s dog, I was taught to call through the secretary. Irka calls: “Can you imagine, I call my father on his mobile phone, madam hears my voice and hangs up!” I begged: “Do you have his mobile number? Give it to me please!” I was ready to pledge my soul to the devil in that half hour. And what do I hear? “No, I won’t give it, because my father gave it to me personally!” I humiliated myself and cried in front of her, and she thought about her scores with me and continued to compete!

As for my parents, they divorced solely because of Irene. If she had not warmed up my father, he would never have left us in his life; for another 7 years after the divorce he came every day. I felt that mom and dad were looking for a way out, one day he came and said: “Either you tell me now that I’m coming back to you, or I’ll go to the registry office tomorrow and close this topic!” But my mother is a proud woman... He was terribly jealous of her, unjustifiably. He especially had a fascination with Armenians, because he and his grandmother lived in Armenia for a time, she was wildly successful with Armenian men, and he projected this childhood jealousy onto my mother. And what happened: one day my father comes home from work and the phone rings. He picks up the phone, and there is an Armenian accent: “Lena, how long do I have to wait, I want you.” Mom was shocked. This was due to outdated technologies used under the Production Sharing Agreement,

fish and whales are disappearing on Sakhalin, it’s an absolute setup, everything is staged! Can you guess whose tricks it was?

My relationship with my father’s new wife developed in a peculiar way. First, absolute rejection, then attempts to establish contact and, finally, rapprochement. On the evening of my father’s death, we completely sincerely rallied and in grief we became even closer to her than her daughters. What happened next? Irene is put in the chair of the museum director, which ends in a scandal with buses. The Academic Council demands that she be relieved of her position and proposes my candidacy. “You must refuse!” - she demanded. I had a very difficult one moral situation, but I understood that if I refused, I would thereby betray my father and continue what she had been doing all these years, indirectly causing all his troubles. She constantly set him up: with her daughters, their grocery stores, offerings, envelopes, the sons of her friends, taken here through connections. I agreed to become the director of the museum and joined the number of enemies of the Family...

Story three. Iren Efimovna

A year after Slava’s death, I dreamed prophetic dream. He said directly: “Irisha, you were not created for fighting, you should write books, work on a foundation, films.” I saw him in different situations, but there were no such instructions. He spoke to me as if he was calling from Moscow: “I have such ideas here! Everything is going great, I’m working.” I ask: “How are you feeling, how’s your mood?” He: “Brilliant!” I told him: “Slava, Slava, can you see me?” And the phone went silent. Like this...

I was his mother, lover, wife, grandmother, friend. And he was my child, and that says it all.

I didn’t conquer him - I just loved and waited. If you called, it was happiness. If you didn't call, it was a misfortune. This was my man, whom I had been waiting for all my life. I drew it for myself and dreamed it up. And I always said that I am grateful to Slava for allowing me to love him. We never exchanged letters with him because we never separated. Of course, he loved me unconditionally, because for the third time God gave him a woman who was a reliable support for him. But if we talk about who loves whom more, then, of course, me. Because he loved his job - that was the most important thing for him.

I always knew that he would not leave here sick, that something tragic was bound to happen. But I was sure that this would happen to both of us, because we were always together. But since God left me here, does that mean it was necessary for something? And I realized that as long as I was alive, I would bend over backwards, but do everything to ensure that he was remembered.

Remember death!

If you only knew how much we didn’t want to spoil this beautiful fairy tale about the great and pure love! After all, history could have included touching memories of a great man who remained a child until old age and stubbornly did not want to wash his hands before dinner, and scattered roses from a helicopter if he was flying to his friends’ birthday...

In essence, all participants in this drama are now paying Fedorov’s bills. Fedorov did not imagine that the institute could survive even after his departure; all conversations on this topic were extremely painful for him. He told us in an interview: “I think the center will be destroyed. Everything rests on my arrogance in terms of bureaucracy, confidence, international authority and authority within the country. As soon as I leave, everything will fall apart." With friends he expressed himself more specifically: “I will leave a cemetery behind me”... And so it happened.

If he had clearly outlined the roles of all the characters in advance, there would have been neither the ugly story with the inheritance, nor the general institute discord, nor the subsequent expulsion of his beloved wife from the walls of his former office.

He should have worked more carefully on her aria. So that the words “The Institute is also my brainchild” do not hit the ears of those for whom MNTK is a matter of life, and not just a place of employment for a star spouse.

Hand on heart, we admit: we are very annoyed when widows begin to lay claim to the places that their husbands occupied during their lifetime. Lyudmila Narusova, Elena Bonner, Irene Fedorova - who would they be on their own? So why, after the death of their spouses, do they consider themselves entitled to use their authority? Their role is to preserve heritage, analyze archives, publish manuscripts, and write memoirs. A very worthy and necessary role. But they claim more - the right to speak and act on behalf of the deceased spouses.

It is said that these women earned this right by pushing their husbands to action. And we are left with the suspicion that they pushed their husbands to places where they could at least somehow realize themselves. Politics - as they probably thought - was a simpler thing than nuclear physics or ophthalmology. You can enter politics on the shoulders of a genius husband, and stay there, even after his death. It is an erroneous opinion, as we see: the increased activity of widows causes nothing but irritation.

And then she starts working against them famous men, and then they are shown their place.

Inheritance and Legacy

After the lives of great people, there remains a legacy and Legacy. Quarrel, make peace, intrigue, sue, divide money, shares, apartments and houses - your right, citizens, heirs! But the Heritage does not belong to you.

The legacy of Svyatoslav Fedorov is his revolutionary breakthrough in eye microsurgery; an institution that is (or at least was) at the forefront of this revolution. But even if MNTK has lost its leading position and will not be able to become a leader again, its role today is still enormous. It is thanks to MNTK that the price level for microsurgical operations is kept at a level accessible to the people.

But when the heirs begin to lay claim to the Heritage, when, in the heat of battles for money, they begin to destroy those true values that the deceased worked to create, then they must be slapped on the wrist. And if they themselves cannot understand where this border lies, then there must be someone who would point them to the forbidden line and say: no further.

FIGURE OF DISCORD How much is S. Fedorov’s inheritance worth? The inheritance includes the following values: 1. Apartment in Moscow - 100 thousand dollars.2. Country house- 100 thousand dollars.3. Dacha - 20 thousand dollars.4. Royalties for the right to use his patents - according to our estimates, about 100 thousand dollars a year.5. Share in the authorized capital of CJSC ETP Eye Microsurgery (about 9%) - about three million dollars.6. Share in the authorized capital of NEP Eye Microsurgery CJSC (10%) - approximately 30 thousand dollars. All estimates are purely theoretical.

WHAT DO YOU THINK?

Large private fortunes have appeared in Russia recently. But fortune is not only money, factories and ships. This is responsibility for people. Are widows and children ready to take it upon themselves? Is society ready to transfer this right to them?

What do you think? Write to us about this at the editorial office or by email:

Hristo Takhchidi. without exaggeration, returned Russian Federation billions of rubles. He actually resisted numerous attempts by thieves, among which, alas, the first violin was played by the third wife of Svyatoslav Fedorov, Irene Efimovna Fedorova.

Let us recall that Irene Fedorova is the only one of the three wives of the great academician Fedorov with whom he did not have children in common. Perhaps this is precisely why the children of Svyatoslav Fedorov actively condemned the dismissal of Hristo Takhchidi from the post of head of the MNTK, and Irene Fedorova actively supported this dismissal. Apparently, Fedorov's children took care of their father's legacy, and Irene Fedorova took care of his legacy. Even about the one that doesn't exist.

As MNTK old-timers say, Irene Fedorova was a former local gynecologist who laid siege to Svyatoslav Nikolaevich for many years (they say Irene was on duty for several years, almost all of her free time, near Fedorov’s work and home - and he did marry her). Such a woman’s persistence would probably have aroused respect if not for one serious circumstance that emerged after Svyatoslav Fedorov passed away.
The fact is that while Svyatoslav Fedorov was alive, Irene Efimovna did not publicly show any desire to tear apart MNTK. But after tragic death Svyatoslav Fedorova, Irene Efimovna, seemed to have decided to drag everything that moved from MNTK. And what doesn’t move, move and also drag.

We have already shown how Irene Fedorova, together with her accomplice, dragged state property to a private company, Microsurgery LLC. We also showed the scheme of this theft here.

We also talked about how land issues in Moscow and the Moscow region also continuously gave birth to scam projects in Irene Efimovna’s brain. One of them is, of course, with the active assistance of the “criminal duo” Lisa Alice and Cat Basilio Irene Fedorova and Sergei Bagrov.

While Sergei Bagrov was stealing the property of MNTK using criminal methods (naturally receiving criminal cases and convictions as a result), Irene Fedorova carried out her scams in the courts. Obviously, Irene Fedorova did not smile at all about exposing herself to criminal charges - so she followed a path that was outwardly legal. However, it was indeed legal only at first glance - judging by the texture of court decisions.

Today we will talk about how, armed with shameless impudence, Irene Fedorova tried to chop off land from the state in Protasovo, near Moscow. In essence, it's very short story, because Irene Fedorova did not philosophize, but simply came to court and declared there that she was the owner of the land. Why? And, in fact, just like that.
In the court documents, everything is stated very clearly: the State Institution MNTK "Eye Microsurgery" was initially the owner of all 100 percent of the shares of the enterprise in Protasovo. Apparently, for Irene Fedorova, the words “GU” do not mean “Government Institution”, as for everyone else, but something like “Irenochka, this is, of course, yours, since you like it so much - you take as much as you want, and no don't limit yourself to anything"

Looking at Irene Fedorova’s criminal attempts in the spirit of “the girl is already an adult, but out of habit she puts everything in her mouth,” you increasingly wonder: isn’t it time for Irene Efimovna to seek qualified psychiatric help?
Do you think that what is listed is all that she has done? You are wrong if so. We will show you a number of other wonderful scams that Irene Fedorova started with the property of the Eye Microsurgery MNTK, and which Hristo Periklovich Takhchidi stopped - preserving the property for the state.

Evgeny Anisimov, Galina Sapozhnikova

Two and a half years after a black helicopter with a red cross fell on a vacant lot on the outskirts of Moscow, the death of Svyatoslav Fedorov was talked about again - in the press, at his home institute, in his family. Exactly in those days when he turned 75 - how many years of life he measured out for himself, repeating this with pleasure to journalists. It was as if his soul had been nearby all this time, waiting for the “X” hour, and now it had finally disappeared into the clouds, and the situation had gotten out of control.

“I’m sure he didn’t leave on his own,” his widow said on television. “The catastrophe was engineered by those who needed the institution and property.” And they began to talk about the murder of the academician almost as if it were a proven fact.

We saw Fedorov 55 hours before his death and became the last journalists to interview him. His words with a characteristic chuckle remained on our voice recorders: “I’m surprised why they didn’t kill me?” What happened in the sky and in the country

The whole truth about the death of Fedorov

Now in his famous office, turned into a museum, visitors are shown the same film over and over again: Fedorov sits in the cockpit of a helicopter, makes a farewell circle over the crowd of his like-minded people who came to Tambov for the anniversary celebrations, waves goodbye to them and... flies away to nowhere.

Never before has this farewell wave looked so ritualistic! Whoever tried to dissuade Fedorov from the idea of flying to Moscow by helicopter: his wife, colleagues, pilots, who repaired problems twice (!) during the flight. But he resisted, because in his jacket pocket lay a dream - an amateur pilot’s license, which he had received the day before. It sounds a little far-fetched, but it’s the truth: he became an ophthalmologist involuntarily, after he lost his leg and was expelled from flight school, and then for 54 years he dreamed of taking the helm again. I had to return my ticket for the Tambov-Moscow train...

At first, we also considered Fedorov’s death to be no accident. But then they gave up, convinced that if anyone benefited from his death, it was only himself. Who else? Well, not his wife, although she became his only heir? State power- because the academician did not fit into the political context and said a lot of unnecessary things? It’s unlikely - his tiny party did not make any difference in society! The current director of the Eye Microsurgery MNTK, Hristo Takhchidi? But his appointment to this post is not the rule, but rather the exception to the rule. For Fedorov, who in one year failed both as the leader of a team in which there was a whiff of revolution, and as a party leader whose party failed miserably in the elections, this was perhaps the best way out. “I’m so tired... Do you think the professor is two-wire?” - he complained to the employees, not caring about the image of an eternal optimist and lively person. “Death in flight - he could only dream of this...” - with this phrase in 2000 we ended a series of our publications.

The two volumes of conclusions of the State Commission to Investigate the disaster left no illusions: “The operation of the Gazelle helicopter from the moment of its flight to Russia until the disaster was carried out in violation of the requirements regulatory documents... 10 seconds before the helicopter collided with the ground at a ground speed of 200 km per hour, the main rotor became unbalanced, which led to the blade hitting the cabin, glass destruction and an uncontrolled fall... The most probable cause imbalance results in corrosion damage to the bearings.” In other words: the helicopter with the red cross fell on its own, no one shot it down on the fly. The great ophthalmologist loved to fly, but he skimped on mechanics and treated aircraft maintenance with the same hussarlike attitude as he treated life in general.

But there is one fact that was noticed by the Moscow Transport Prosecutor's Office. There were 4 people on board the helicopter; the blood tests of three of the dead did not raise any questions for the investigators: judging by the amount of adrenaline, these people experienced terrible feelings at the moment of the fall. And only one passenger had all the indicators normal. Fedorov's. Not because he wasn't afraid of death. Maybe because he came to the conclusion that he had no reason to live anymore?

Rumors of a purge turned out to be exaggerated

“I’ll come back and start cleaning the Augean stables,” he told his wife before flying to Tambov. In other words, he said something similar to his daughter from his first marriage, Irina. And each of them interpreted these words in their own way. Each was sure that Fedorov would begin cleaning from that part of the “stable” that seemed especially dirty to her. And if you consider that Irina Svyatoslavna and Irene Efimovna are fierce enemies, it becomes clear: their ideas about what exactly Fedorov intended to cleanse were absolutely opposite. But first, what were these “stables”?

The first thing that caught the eye of an outside visitor to the MNTK during Fedorov’s lifetime was the abundance of portraits. Of course, this could be attributed to his enormous authority. But we could not explain the obvious, disgustingly dumbfounded fawning of Fedorov’s entourage towards their boss.

Irene Efimovna cultivated this atmosphere in every possible way - the institute’s staff are not afraid to talk about this now. If someone didn’t admire Fedorov’s genius loudly enough, he was reported and listed as a candidate for dismissal. So, using the method of selection, she achieved homogeneity in the environment - not a single truly bright figure, total devotion. Cracks in the camp of idolaters arose when Fedorov became carried away political activity, - during his time as a deputy (1995 - 1999), some of his students began to develop their own voice.

Whom did Fedorov intend to “clean out”? The servile grayness crowded around the throne, as his daughter Irina believes. Or puppies that became insolent in the absence of their owner and dared to yap at the great and infallible? This is Irene Efimovna's version.

The second strong impression that formed after meeting the “Fedorov empire” was the obvious unviability of many of the great ophthalmologist’s business projects. Projects - there is no other way to describe the agricultural utopia in the village of Protasovo and the fantasy on the theme of airborne medicine. Cows bought for huge amounts of money (earned, by the way, by MNTK doctors) went under the knife, the peasants both drank and continued to drink, not caring at all about feed and crops, horses that no one wanted were sadly stomping around in the stables...

Did Svyatoslav Nikolaevich relate this failure to the concept of “Augean stables”?

Defeat after defeat

In our previous publications about Fedorov, we were forced to soften some things (about the dead - either good or nothing. - Author). We were already sure that the road to MNTK was now closed to us. But two and a half years later, employees of the institute began calling us and reporting that everything was going exactly as predicted. That things are not as bad as we wrote, but much worse. And they dumped a bunch on us earlier hidden information about the operating room equipment, which has not been updated since the founding of the MNTK and the final defeat of the institute in the competition with private ophthalmology clinics...

Could Fedorov, with the help of the cleaning of the “stables” scheduled for “after returning from Tambov,” stop this surge? We doubt it. For that matter, he would have to start the cleansing with himself. But he could not change his character.

Svyatoslav Nikolaevich Fedorov was a man of global scope. A sort of Alexander the Great, rushing forward. In his uncontrollable expansion, he did not pay attention to the rear; the small chores of arranging the captured territories were of no interest to him. But the moment came when Fedorov’s offensive potential dried up: in politics there was defeat after defeat, in medicine there were competitors from all sides. It looks like he has reached his limit. Ideally, a team of quartermasters should follow the conqueror rushing forward. But Fedorov did not have such a team. At the most critical moment, the great strategist found himself alone. His life lost its meaning - he saw himself only in movement, and he had nowhere to move.

Last fall, something incomprehensible began to happen around MNTK again. Controversial publications in the media, very similar to those paid for, a high-profile lawsuit by a London bank to collect a debt of more than twenty million dollars from MNTK, and an open letter from a group of academics asking them to save a unique structure from imminent bankruptcy. Renewed rumors about the non-accidental death of Svyatoslav Fedorov, squabbles between the heirs, accusations of attempted privatization, demands from prominent politicians to stop the dirty fuss around the bright name...

We considered it our duty to return to MNTK and figure out what was happening.

Burden of inheritance

When the current director of MNTK was first offered to take over the institute, he refused without hesitation. Well, really, who is he, Hristo Periklovich Takhchidi, to claim the place occupied by the great Svyatoslav Fedorov? Yes, he runs the Yekaterinburg branch of MNTK - perhaps the best branch in the country. But this is not yet a reason for a suicidal decision to become the successor to a world-famous ophthalmologist - Takhchidi understood perfectly well that the new leader would be compared to his boss and that this comparison would not be in favor of the newcomer.

The MNTK director's chair in the summer of 2000 looked more like a powder keg. For the six months preceding Fedorov’s death, the institute was in a fever: comprehensive inspections were underway, opposition was brewing within the team, Fedorov himself was pointedly not appointed to the position from which he formally resigned when he became a State Duma deputy. The reason for all the troubles, the people of the institute believed, lay in the intrigues of either the Ministry of Health leadership or the Kremlin administration. They say that one of the local figures took a liking to MNTK, so they want to overthrow Fedorov in order to put their own man in his place, privatize the institute and then extract multimillion-dollar profits from it.

It was pointless to look for a new director among the late academician’s closest associates: in recent years, Fedorov methodically got rid of all potential successors.

They say that Irene Efimovna Fedorova herself had a hand in the appointment of Takhchidi to this post. She doesn't deny it. Immediately after his appointment, she spoke of him as a man of crystal honesty. Now I’m ready to take my words back.

Hristo Periklovich began by gathering the heads of the departments and saying: “They treated Irene Efimovna badly. My parents raised me differently. An elderly woman, the chief’s widow...” They invited her to the institute, opened Fedorov’s sealed office, organized a museum in it, and Irene Efimovna appointed him as a freelance director. Not only that: the new director unearthed somewhere a law according to which a widow could receive 75 percent of the breadwinner's income - it turned out to be about seven thousand dollars a month. MNTK was ready to help the S. Fedorov Foundation, which was headed by Irene Efimovna, both morally and financially. But the idyll did not last long.

From the KP dossier

What was included in the “empire” of Svyatoslav Fedorov

During the period of maximum prosperity, the Interindustry Scientific and Technical Complex (INTK) “Eye Microsurgery”, headed by S. N. Fedorov, consisted of a head institute in Moscow and 11 regional branches in Russia. Attempts were made to establish branches in Italy, Poland, Germany, Spain, Yemen, the UAE and Japan. The clinic ship Peter the Great cruised the seas, bringing in $14 million a year. Two Volvo buses, equipped with equipment for diagnostics and on-site operations, toured the country. In the Moscow region, the Protasovo agricultural enterprise was created: several hundred hectares of land, a dairy plant, a factory drinking water, a breeding horse factory, a mushroom farm... MNTK owned a stake in the Iris Pullmann hotel with a casino at the Moscow hippodrome, as well as the Coca-Cola Refreshments company, and through a subsidiary, a stake in Moscow Cellular Communications.

Fights without rules

First, Irene Efimovna brought with her one of her two daughters from a previous marriage - Yulia. She was well known at the institute - during the life of the boss, she ran several retail outlets here. Under my mother, the director of the museum, she limited herself to turning Fedorov’s famous office into a vulgar merchant’s office.

Then the widow began to show excessive concern for the affairs of the institute, out of habit advising the director who to remove from where, who to appoint where. “You take care of the museum and the foundation,” he slowed her down, “and somehow I’ll sort out the institute myself.” This is how the war began. For now - cold.

As soon as Takhchidi went on vacation, my mother immediately made Yulia deputy director of the institute-owned JSC Protasovo, which includes an equestrian center, a water station, a medical and health center (the name of a very nice hotel), as well as agricultural divisions. All this costs millions of dollars. Lawsuit It didn’t take long for Protasovo CJSC to be declared bankrupt.... For those inexperienced in civil law, let us explain: the bankruptcy procedure would make it possible to grab these nice pieces without any special material costs. Takhchidi returned - Protasovo managed to defend.

This was followed by an attempt to alienate the water station, which was again followed by the silhouette of Irene Efimovna and her daughter. And this attack was repulsed without much publicity. But the story with the buses could not be hidden from the people.

Back in the first half of the 90s, MNTK bought two Volvo operating buses - teams of doctors used them to travel to Russian cities, where diagnoses were made on the spot and operations were performed. They enjoyed incredible success: this level of microsurgery was not available in the provinces. Buses became part of the image of MNTK - they were most often filmed for advertising videos and posters.

They were registered in the name of a company registered abroad by the closest friend of the Fedorov couple, Mark Klabin, in order to avoid excessive taxation. MNTK sort of rented them from him. After Fedorov’s death, Klabin nobly offered to return the buses to their native lands and issue a deed of gift. But then the widow appeared on the horizon again - and the “gifts” were sent to a different address. And after some time, the institute received a lease agreement, in which Mrs. I. E. Fedorova, director of the S. Fedorov Foundation, offered the director of the Eye Microsurgery MNTK named after S. Fedorov, Mr. H. P. Takhchidi, to rent them own operational buses for... 60 thousand dollars a year! After which Irene Efimovna was immediately deprived of her position as director of the museum and declared persona non grata at the institute. MNTK proudly refused to rent buses.

Telephone law versus truth

Neglect of legal formalities made the brainchild of Svyatoslav Fedorov vulnerable from all sides. After all, how did he solve problems? I picked up the phone - and everything was done as if by magic; out of respect for the living legend, the authorities turned a blind eye to all sorts of formal details. Takhchidi doesn’t have such numbers in his phone book - he’s been in the capital for a week, and it’s too early to talk about worldwide fame. He has to go as usual, legally. And make new discoveries every day.

Well, for example: one day the chief physician comes running to him and says: the license is expiring, you need to get a new one. We started collecting papers, but it was enough - there is no construction project for the building, and this is a key document. Where? - asks Takhchidi. No, they answer him. How did you work? And so they worked - the boss called somewhere, and permission was immediately issued... Or: there is a luxury hotel in Protasov (in another way - a medical and health center. - Author), it is not working. Why? No license. Why? There is no building acceptance certificate. Why not? It turned out that the hotel stood on land that no one had ever removed from farmland. No one had the right to build there! And so - in everything.

Why Fedorov so clearly neglected the formal side of the matter - no one can answer now. Maybe I was lazy. Or maybe he was confident that with him no unsolvable problems would arise, and after him, at least the grass wouldn’t grow... It doesn’t grow. She violently breaks through the asphalt after years.

All-in!

In 2002, Moscow Narodny Bank, Limited (London) applied to the Moscow City Court with a petition to recover government agency MNTK Eye Microsurgery has a debt equivalent to $22.3 million. The London court had already made the corresponding decision, and the Moscow City Court, in the bank’s opinion, only had to confirm it in order to give legal force on the territory of Russia.

The management of MNTK, which before receiving the subpoena about the decision of the London court did not even suspect, and, apparently, only heard about the debt for the first time now, rushed to look into it.

It turned out that in 1988 a certain Interindustry foreign trade company “Eye Microsurgery” (albeit loud and similar name will not deceive anyone - MNTK "Eye Microsurgery" did not participate in its creation, similar companies are created by dozens under specific goals, they are also called one-day money) borrowed a lot of money from the Moscow People's Bank Limited. The loan guarantees were signed by S. Fedorov. In 1991, the company that took out the loan was liquidated. Further fate The money she received is hidden in the fog - at least there are no financial documents in this regard in MNTK.

It turns out that there was a loan. But what and how the money was spent and who to write it off from now is completely unclear. Why did the bank, which before S. Fedorov’s death was completely indifferent to the fate of the loan, suddenly become keenly interested in it now? It seems to us that the matter looks like this.

Svyatoslav Nikolaevich, in his own way, agreed with the government of the USSR on a loan. The Moscow People's Bank Limited was part of the system of Soviet foreign banks, that is, in essence, it was a division of the State Bank of the USSR. He was given the command to issue a loan to Fedorov - and he did, turning a blind eye to “minor” formal violations.

Then Fedorov dies, the institute quarrels with his widow, who complains to family friend Mark Klabin, who was in charge of all foreign affairs of Svyatoslav Nikolaevich. Klabin comes up with a way, if not to bankrupt MNTK, then to make life very difficult for the new management. And in the future, perhaps, even change it to a more loyal one. Whether this really happened, we don’t know. But it could very well be. In any case, the war started by Irene Efimovna amazingly coincides in time with the demands of the London Bank...

Now MNTK ends transition period from the era of Fedorov’s “storm and onslaught” to the Takhchidiev era of austerity and streamlining. The MNTK jokes: “We used to work for Glory, but now we work for Christ.” It’s funny, but in the history of the institute one can trace analogies with the history of the country: from a totalitarian regime of government (S. Fedorov) through an oligarchic form of government (in the role of an oligarch - Irene Efimovna Fedorova) to a bureaucratic-ordered regime (Takhchidi). Both in the country and in the MNTK, the attempt to tame the oligarchs did not lead to anything good - Berezovsky and Gusinsky left their fatherland, Irene Fedorova left the territory of the institute. Everyone is in opposition to the existing regime.

Everyone hopes that he will fall on his own.

She is in the absence of love and death

That's what bothered us about this whole story: the illogicality. Sympathy for the victim is the main ideology of the Russian people. This sympathy should have extended to the widow of Svyatoslav Fedorov. But it turned out the other way around.

Why is Irene Fedorova not liked at MNTK?

To be honest, we were never able to derive any specific formula, but the answer to the question of why after the death general director Not a single person from the institute called his widow for six months, it became clear to us.

For everything. For provincial imitation of Nina Griboyedova-Chavchavadze. “Why did my love survive you?” - she wrote two centuries ago on the monument to her husband. Iren Efimovna copied these words.

Because she accompanied Fedorov on trips abroad at the expense of the institute.

For publicly demanding victims on the altar of universal love. “I’m ready to crawl after him with my belly torn open and my intestines dragging in the dust,” she would mint toasts at banquets, and everyone would feel awkward - maybe because not everyone was ready to crawl after him in the same way?

For “that sperm that Svyatoslav Nikolaevich launched into the wombs of your mothers, for which you should be grateful to him all your lives...” - these words of hers, constantly repeated to Fedorov’s own daughters Irina and Olga, will never be forgotten by the institute public. As a former gynecologist, Irene Efimovna expressed herself specifically.

For the influence she had on the boss, when, as a result of home analysis, what was black in the evening became white the next morning.

Because she was a secret HR department and any appointment or dismissal required her consent.

Because at the end of his life Fedorov lost his sense of reality - even his closest friends were embarrassed by his presidential ambitions, but if everyone around him sang “Glory” and desperately misinterpreted the rating data - it was difficult not to join the general chorus, behind which no falsehood could be heard.

For the fungus of general sycophancy that has plagued the institute in recent years. Svyatoslav Fedorov was adored at MNTK, but they understood that he was inseparable from his wife. On the contrary, they didn’t love her, but they were forced to pretend that they loved her, and before the holidays they lined up together with gifts.

Because she finally liked this role...

But it’s terrible to talk about me like that! - Irene Efimovna was indignant when she heard this list. - I had the nickname “mom” at the institute, I mainly asked for people - someone needed an apartment, someone needed to place a child in kindergarten or to a pioneer camp. And now, when I see that all these people who once flattered so much, asked so much, begged so much, have turned 180 degrees and are pouring dirt, I reassure myself with the following: they cannot forgive me for the fact that I witnessed them voluntary humiliation!

They rushed at her as if they were the main enemy, although this is not entirely fair. Everyone has their own main enemy, he looks at us from the mirror and, coincidentally, bears the same name. It’s just that in the absence of the boss, the chicks lost their bearings and, out of habit, took out all their grievances on the mother duck...

Women in the life of Svyatoslav Fedorov

The first wife is Lilia Fedorovna.

The daughter from her first marriage, Irina, is a practicing ophthalmologist surgeon, works at MNTK.

Second wife - Elena Leonovna.

The daughter from his second marriage, Olga, is an ophthalmologist and the director of Fedorov’s office-museum.

Third wife - Irene Efimovna.

Twin daughters from her previous marriage - Elina (translator) and Yulia (ophthalmologist) - help in the work of the S. Fedorov Foundation for Assistance to the Development of Advanced Medical Technologies.

The “Fedorov sisters” do not want to know each other

This photo is another myth; the Fedorovs did not have any family idyll. Fedorov did not maintain relations with his ex-wives; his own daughters from Svyatoslav Nikolaevich’s first two marriages, Irina and Olga, were equally jealous of each other and of their half-sisters - Irene Efimovna’s daughters from her first marriage, Elina and Yulia, and even more so of herself , seeing in her the main obstacle to fatherly love. Six months before the death of the head of the family, Irene Efimovna gathered all her daughters in Protasov and invited a photographer so that they would go down in history friendly and cheerful. Yes, then the story of the inheritance came to light, and the myth collapsed.

We did not make a reservation about the “Fedorov sisters” - after the death of the academician, it turned out that Irene Efimovna’s daughters, at the age of 35, unexpectedly changed their patronymics and surnames and unanimously became the Svyatoslavna Fedorovs. “He had a very good relationship with my girls because he raised them. And Irina and Olga were coming,” Irene Efimovna explained the logic of this initiative. “Yes, we never lived together with him!” - Yulia Svyatoslavna was surprised when we asked her to talk about Fedorov through the eyes of a child.

“Coming” Olga, Fedorov’s own daughter, has come to terms with the will, and “coming” Irina (also a relative), similar to her father in both appearance and character, has been fighting for her rights in court for three years, trying to prove that Fedorov’s signature was forged. Two private centers of expert research confirm her suspicions, but the examination of the Ministry of Justice insists on the opposite. The court, for unknown reasons, refuses to conduct a comprehensive commission handwriting examination. The staff of the Eye Microsurgery International Scientific and Research Center, with bated breath, are watching this war from the trenches. What does it sound like?! The Fedorov Institute, where his two daughters work, is at war with the Fedorov Foundation, which is run by his widow and stepdaughters...

And portraits of the widow were demonstratively removed from the museum office.

And this war seems to be eternal, because each of these women is fighting not for an inheritance, but for the story of their love.

Story one. Irina is her own daughter from her first marriage

I was his favorite daughter and, probably, the only person in his life whom he really loved; we are absolutely similar in character and appearance. If you like, our love was at the animal level of genes. But I am stronger - I would never allow anyone to subjugate me like that. By the way, I was the official reason for his next divorce - his second wife did not allow him to communicate with his daughter from his first marriage. We met as spies on some corners, went to see friends, and he told them: “Don’t tell Lena that I was with you and Irishka.”

As for my younger sister, my attitude towards her has always been guardianship. When my father married for the third time, Olga was no longer allowed to see him by his secretaries, Irene Efimovna. She came to me and cried. I felt sorry for her, I thought: what a blessing that I am the first daughter and that I still saw the period when my father was a Great Man!

Irene also managed the money in his new family. Once there was an interesting situation: my daughter and I were visiting him, and he had just arrived from India. Irene did not leave us alone for a single second. And when we left and I put my hands in my pockets, I found garnet beads in one and the other. He didn’t dare give me beads in front of Irene Efimovna! He quietly put them down! And do you think that after this we can talk about their universal love?!

The second story. Olga is her own daughter from her second marriage

I hear the news about my father’s death, and everything falls out of my hands... I’m trying to find out something. It’s Friday evening, there’s no one at the institute, and I don’t have home phone numbers for my employees - like Pavlov’s dog, I was taught to call through the secretary. Irka calls: “Can you imagine, I call my father on his mobile phone, madam hears my voice and hangs up!” I begged: “Do you have his mobile number? Give it to me please!” I was ready to pledge my soul to the devil in that half hour. And what do I hear? “No, I won’t give it, because my father gave it to me personally!” I humiliated myself and cried in front of her, and she thought about her scores with me and continued to compete!

As for my parents, they divorced solely because of Irene. If she had not warmed up my father, he would never have left us in his life; for another 7 years after the divorce he came every day. I felt that mom and dad were looking for a way out, one day he came and said: “Either you tell me now that I’m coming back to you, or I’ll go to the registry office tomorrow and close this topic!” But my mother is a proud woman... He was terribly jealous of her, unjustifiably. He especially had a fascination with Armenians, because he and his grandmother lived in Armenia at one time, she was wildly successful with Armenian men, and he projected this childhood jealousy onto my mother. And what happened: one day my father comes home from work and the phone rings. He picks up the phone, and there is an Armenian accent: “Lena, how long do I have to wait, I want you.” Mom was shocked. It was because of outdated technologies used under the Production Sharing Agreement that fish and whales are disappearing on Sakhalin, an absolute setup, everything was staged! Can you guess whose tricks it was?

My relationship with my father’s new wife developed in a peculiar way. First, absolute rejection, then attempts to establish contact and, finally, rapprochement. On the evening of my father’s death, we completely sincerely rallied and in grief we became even closer to her than her daughters. What happened next? Irene is put in the chair of the museum director, which ends in a scandal with buses. The Academic Council demands that she be relieved of her position and proposes my candidacy. “You must refuse!” - she demanded. I had a very difficult moral situation, but I understood that if I refused, I would thereby betray my father and continue what she had been doing all these years, indirectly causing all his troubles. She constantly set him up: with her daughters, their grocery stores, offerings, envelopes, the sons of her friends, taken here through connections. I agreed to become the director of the museum and joined the number of enemies of the Family...

Story three. Iren Efimovna

A year after Slava’s death, I had a prophetic dream. He said directly: “Irisha, you were not created for fighting, you should write books, work on a foundation, films.” I saw him in different situations, but there were no such instructions. He spoke to me as if he was calling from Moscow: “I have such ideas here! Everything is going great, I’m working.” I ask: “How are you feeling, how’s your mood?” He: “Brilliant!” I told him: “Slava, Slava, can you see me?” And the phone went silent. Like this...

I was his mother, lover, wife, grandmother, friend. And he was my child, and that says it all.

Remember death!

If you only knew how much we didn’t want to spoil this beautiful fairy tale about great and pure love! After all, history could have included touching memories of a great man who remained a child until old age and stubbornly did not want to wash his hands before dinner, and scattered roses from a helicopter if he was flying to his friends’ birthday...

It is said that these women earned this right by pushing their husbands to action. And we are left with the suspicion that they pushed their husbands to places where they could at least somehow realize themselves. Politics, as they probably thought, was a simpler thing than nuclear physics or ophthalmology. You can enter politics on the shoulders of a genius husband, and stay there, even after his death. It is an erroneous opinion, as we see: the increased activity of widows causes nothing but irritation.

And then she starts working against their famous husbands, and then they are shown their place.

Inheritance and Legacy

Number of discord

How much is S. Fedorov's inheritance worth?
The inheritance includes the following values:
1. Apartment in Moscow - 100 thousand dollars.
2. Country house - 100 thousand dollars.
3. Dacha - 20 thousand dollars.
4. Royalties for the right to use his patents - according to our estimates, about 100 thousand dollars a year.
5. Share in the authorized capital of CJSC ETP Eye Microsurgery (about 9%) - about three million dollars.
6. Share in the authorized capital of NEP Eye Microsurgery CJSC (10%) - approximately 30 thousand dollars.
All estimates are purely theoretical.

He gave people the opportunity to see the world with all the clarity and brightness of colors. If the doctors refused the patient, then the MNTK “Eye Microsurgery” tried to help to the last. For Svyatoslav Fedorov, nothing was more important than his profession. And for Irene Fedorova, there was no one more important in life than Svyatoslav Nikolaevich Fedorov.

Graduate student Ivanova

When Irene Kozhukhova received a call from her dear aunt from Tashkent with a request to find ophthalmologist Fedorov, the girl could not even imagine how this would turn out in her life.

Already lost in search of a doctor, Irene found out about his place of work quite by accident, from a conversation with a friend. But making an appointment turned out to be an almost impossible mission: the queue to see the wizard who restores people’s sight was booked many months in advance.

Then she resorted to a trick and, calling the hospital where Fedorov worked, introduced herself as his graduate student Ivanova. Through his secretary, he made an appointment with her on Saturday. By the way, at that time he had not yet studied scientific activity with his students, accordingly, he could not have any graduate students.

On Saturday, at the appointed time, she entered his office. He turned to her, and time ceased to exist for her. The young woman, who was already married at that time and was raising two daughters herself, froze. It seemed to her that all her ideas about happiness were gathered together in this man with a lively look. She immediately recognized him as “her man.” Svyatoslav Nikolaevich himself thought that this beautiful woman- not his. At that moment he was married for the second time and had two daughters growing up: Irina from his first marriage and Olga from his second.

“I can really wait for you...”

Irina fell in love. Of course, he arranged a consultation for her aunt and personally operated on her. And Irene, in love, ran to her aunt every day in the hospital. There was no need for this, but she was driven by the desire to see him. And after discharge, Irene brought him good cognac as a gift, and even decided to confess her love, but at the last moment she chickened out. Moreover, he himself asked her for her phone number.

True, she did not wait for a call from him and on her birthday she called herself. Only much later will he call her himself and invite her for a walk. He will disappear and then reappear in her life many times. She will wait for him patiently and faithfully month after month.

She didn't want to know what was going on in his personal life outside of their relationship. That's why I never asked him about anything. But she was keenly interested in everything that was important to him: ophthalmology, the construction of his eye microsurgery center, horses.

“I don’t need anyone but you!”

When Irene found out about her mother’s illness, she wrote him a letter asking him not to bother her anymore. She understood that emotionally she could not handle two important areas of life at once. Mom needs her more, which means she will be with her mother.

After receiving her letter, Svyatoslav Nikolaevich called her and asked her to come. She couldn't refuse him. Then a phrase was heard that was a declaration of love and a proposal at the same time: “Irisha, I don’t need anyone but you...” Since then, they have almost never parted.
Irene Efimovna devoted herself entirely to her husband, changing the chair of a gynecologist to the position of an ophthalmological nurse. She looked after him, carefully ironed his suits, prepared amazing dinners and created the most comfortable conditions for Svyatoslav Nikolaevich.

She considered it happiness to be with him, to rejoice in his joys, to share his interests. They had no children together; Irene Efimovna wanted to give all her love only to her husband. Moreover, each of them had two children from previous marriages.

“Why did my love survive you?”

In addition to work, he had three more passionate hobbies: the sky, motorcycles and horses. They even tried to shame him for his love of horses: it was inappropriate for a Soviet doctor to behave like a gentleman. Fedorov collected motorcycles, carefully caring for each copy.

And from his youth he was attracted by the sky. He entered the flight school, but was expelled after a ridiculous injury, as a result of which Svyatoslav Nikolaevich lost his leg.

In 2000, Fedorov received an amateur pilot's license. On June 2, after the end of the conference held in Tambov, he decided to return to Moscow on a helicopter belonging to the clinic. The helicopter crashed near the Moscow Ring Road, killing everyone on board.

Irene Efimovna experienced the death of her husband very hard. The first year and a half were the most difficult, she practically does not remember how she lived through them. What saved her was the memory of her husband and writing a book about him.

She is still convinced that he did not die by accident, because last year Svyatoslav Nikolaevich actively resisted the desire to make his clinic completely commercial. As a result, he won, but within a few days this terrible catastrophe occurred.

After Fedorov’s death, Irene Efimovna was accused of greed and the desire to make money on his name. And every night, looking at the portrait of her beloved, she wishes him Good night, and in the morning she asks God to extend her days so that she has time to do everything to perpetuate the memory of her brilliant Svyatoslav.

And the hymn of love carried through her entire life sounds in her heart.

Next week a monument to Svyatoslav Fedorov will be unveiled in Moscow.

And on last week we would celebrate the 80th anniversary of the famous doctor of the twentieth century, an innovator in eye surgery, the hero of the essays of Anatoly Agranovsky. They noted that if he had not died in 2000 in a crashed helicopter...

The image of such a wonderful person should not be forgotten. About subtle and necessary work In memory, our correspondent speaks with his wife Irene Fedorova.

About the case

Russian newspaper | Svyatoslav Fedorov was uniquely in tune with time; he counted his life in hours. And he laid out these 600 thousand hours of life minute by minute... Daniil Granin has a story “This Strange Life” about Professor Lyubishchev, who takes into account his life minute by minute. It seems that Fedorov is the second example of a person in the twentieth century who counted his every hour.

Irene Fedorova | Why did Professor Lyubishchev count time?

RG | For efficiency. To do more.

Fedorov | Then it's the same. Fedorov, going to bed, said why they came up with this dream, and slept only 5 hours. He died at almost 73 years old, and gave himself a lifespan of 75 years: 27,618 days, or 600 thousand hours. I didn't go to the doctors. He swam in the pool and was interested in horses. How much did he get for these horses from the district and city committees: what are you, count? When we lived on Sokol, in the summer our horses stood with Uncle Yasha in the village, and in the winter Slava took them to the equestrian division of the police, rode there by car, and then on Grom or Shah around the park. I came home at 10-11 pm, pumped with energy, and said: I’m ready to run to college again.

He was helped by the four principles of happiness according to Edgar Allan Poe. A person is happy when he is loved as much as possible more people. When he loves nature and enjoys it. When he doesn't expect rewards. And when he does something new every day.

RG | The most interesting is the last principle...

Fedorov | He always followed it. Either he is treating optic nerve atrophy, or he is trying out a new sapphire blade. All the young big-headed guys came to him every day with new ideas. He had a principle: in our institute initiative is not punishable. He calls me: “You can’t imagine what kind of defense there was today, what a wonderful boy! Listen, we came up with these scissors. Irish, what a knife!” They performed the first operation with a Sputnik razor blade. And then Slava measured the sharpness of the metal and realized that the sharpest should be a diamond. He contacted Yakutsk, and his first blade was made from diamond, then from sapphire. He was the first to operate while sitting; before that, everyone operated standing. The first is to operate under a microscope. The operating table was made with armrests so that the elbows would be stable and the hands would not shake. Everyone accepted this with such difficulty; there has always been terrible conservatism in medicine.

RG | His innovation affected more than just medicine...

Fedorov | Modern Russian private small aviation began practically with Fedorov. Fedorov was the first to have horses. Rent - from Fedorov. New economic relations at the institute - with Fedorov. Fedorov has a decent salary for his work. In 1982, we were allowed to travel abroad together. He took with him such a metal suitcase filled with the instruments necessary for the operation, and wandered around the world, organized courses, taught everyone. The courses were paid, but all the money went to the institute. He immediately bought something with this money. He always came to exhibitions with a lot of cash, and everyone followed him like a cloud, knowing that he would definitely buy something.

I remember in Singapore in 1986, a young doctor from Australia approached us in a taxi queue and said: “Professor Fedorov, thank you for my bread and butter.” He was trained by the Americans, trained by Fedorov in his method of radial keratotomy. He created and gave, gave. I have many photographs from such trips. Here we are, for example, with Celentano. He operated on his aunt Juliana.

RG | Wasn’t he bothered by requests to operate on either the sheikh’s nephew or Celentano’s aunt?

Fedorov | No, he was happy. More the better. He specially built a clinic at the institute and made a “chamomile” conveyor there so that there would be no queues for surgery. Do you know what the queues were? There is a photograph taken from the roof, the queue at the clinic is 25 knees long. The recording was scheduled 2-3 years in advance.

RG | Do you think his life in politics - he was a presidential candidate - was successful?

Fedorov | He always said about this: I’m like a dog, barking at 4 o’clock in the morning when people are sleeping. Do you think he expected to become president by getting involved in the presidential election campaign? No. He knew very well that he would not be elected president. Because the people had not woken up yet, 4 o’clock in the morning... But he wanted life and people to change. I think people wake up earlier now.

In his political biography he was approaching his “star moments.” I was horrified when he said in the evening: “What if I become prime minister? Yeltsin called me in the morning and offered me.” “Glory,” I say, “you’re crazy, it’ll end normal life, your freedom, your business?" As a result of all sorts of personnel efforts, he did not become prime minister.

RG | His death was very unexpected...

Fedorov | He had a premonition of death. I told my sister and one of our neighbors in the country about this. No to me. I still believe in the possible orchestration of his death. Evgeny Primakov, his close friend, believed that in the story with my husband keyword- property. Not personal - institute. When he died, no one believed that the institute was not his property.

RG | Did he have friends?

Fedorov | He easily communicated with many people, from janitors and drivers to princes, shahs, and presidents, but there was no “deep friendship.” And we didn’t need a lot of people around. Who is a friend? If the one who gives away the last shirt, then he gave it to everyone. Those who asked, did for those. He liked to repeat, reinterpreting Dostoevsky: kindness will save the world. Freedom, goodness, non-lying are his values. He was a pragmatic romantic and believed that lying was unprofitable.

Perhaps the real elder friend was Anatoly Agranovsky. When he died unexpectedly, Slava was in shock. And then, during the time of Gorbachev, everyone lamented: “What a pity that Tolya is not there. Only Tolya could have written this.” Agranovsky is a journalistic classic, smart, unfussy. I came to Svyatoslav’s office and jokingly complained: I’m tired of your hectic activity, telephone conversations, instructions. I remember that the institute was being built, and Anatoly Abramovich and his son Anton were at our dacha, and when they returned back, Slava took them to the construction site. We arrive, and there is a grandmother-watchman: “Svyatoslav Nikolaevich, some drunkard just stole our door...” Slava - around the corner, and into the trench behind the drunkard with the door on his hump. She runs, shoots into the air from some kind of scarecrow... He got scared, threw the door, Slava carried her back to the institute. Tolya laughed: “Glory, if only someone at Izvestia would take out my table...”

RG | His main principle in action?

Fedorov | Fedorov said that quality should be the meaning of life. Marc Chagall had this expression.

He subordinated me to his work too. In 1982, when my children graduated from school and entered college, he said: “Irish, that’s enough already, you’re spending more money on taxis than you earn.” (And then he received 500 rubles, it was good money.) Better go to the operating room, work with the girls. And I, an obstetrician-gynecologist, left my job, specialized as an operating room nurse and became his assistant.

About love

RG | Your family was a living and common example great love. When you first met, was he already a famous person?

Fedorov | I had never seen him before or heard anything about him when I came for the first time with an adventurous request to operate on my aunt. He invited me into his office, got up from the table, and I died. Cupid's arrow is true. My knees buckled and I felt bad for a moment. I was instantly hooked. Although I didn’t know anything about him: married - not married, what kind of character he was. But I already knew that it was mine.

I take his business card and call my aunt-professor in Tashkent: “Aunt Vera, Svyatoslav Nikolaevich is waiting for you for an operation.” And she told me: “He fell in love with you!” I told her: “No, it’s me who’s into it.” I later asked him: “What did you think when you saw me?” He replied: "What interesting woman, it’s a pity that she’s not with me.” Of course, I came well dressed, made up, and he liked me. Well, he liked me, so what? He didn’t have any love for me.

RG | Well, come on, teach all women how it arises, reciprocal love?

Fedorov | By the way, he never confessed his love to me. One day I asked: “Slav, do you even love me?” Silent. "Slav..." He is silent. “Slav, how do you feel about me?” - "Brilliant."

But one day, it was in 1982, his close people betrayed him. And then he told me: “If you ever betray me, I will shoot you.” I decided that this was a declaration of love. After my divorce from my first husband, I lived alone for 8 years. And I just thought that somewhere there was a man who looked like Marlon Brando. I had a photograph of him as a child. Just an old photo, I’ve never seen him in a movie. I remember standing on a Moscow street and thinking: I’ll still meet him, a man who looks like Brando. Courageous, decent, strong, smart, non-greedy, kind. And on the other side of the street, where I was standing then, Slava lived.

And we met Marlon Brando in 1984 in London. We are with famous actor ended up in the same hotel. One day they drove up, and three of the journalists who were waiting for Brando rushed to Slava: “Are you Marlon Brando?”

RG | How did you manage to achieve your ideal?

Fedorov | He didn't believe me at first. We had a difficult relationship for two years; he did not have time to divorce his second wife. And he loved her very much. She was young and quite interesting. But great love He never had one that provided him with a calm, well-ordered rear so that he could completely devote himself to work. Do you know why many women cannot find their happiness? They want a lot for themselves. All with claims: to clean the apartment - so together, I wash the floors, he cleans the carpets. Why should Fedorov clean the carpets?! My first husband looked into all the jars, how much buckwheat and flour we had left, and was interested in how to make dumplings... I ran away from him. And she lit a candle in the church to say she was gone. Although in the maternity hospital where I worked, they told me: I’m crazy, alone with two children at 25 years old.

And Slava lived for 10 years with one wife, 10 years with another... And when I appeared, his mother and her friends were horrified: young, and with two children, she wanted to hook me. Of course he listened to them. And he didn’t trust me at first. He left, returned, I died, lost weight, went crazy, but I never called first and never came myself. But if he called, she ran. For a long time he could not believe that this was love. I don't think I knew what it was.

Then my mother became seriously ill, I wrote him a letter saying goodbye. Explaining that I couldn’t stand it, she asked me to leave. I went to his house on Sokol and took my things. That evening he called me: “I want you to come to me.” I took my things again and went to him. In the evening, at about seven o'clock, he said to me very seriously: “Irisha, I don’t need anyone but you. Let’s be together.” And that’s it, never, nothing, no complaints.

RG | Not a single rainy day in your life? Not a single quarrel?

Fedorov | For 26 years, as I speak in spirit, we have not had a single scandal. I was always amazed by his past family conflicts, he is easy in everyday life, it’s so easy with him, if you don’t demand anything incongruous from him: to seal the windows, go for potatoes, wash diapers... Slava was not at all interested in everyday life, he was always absorbed in his own business. And all the time I walked... pregnant with ideas.

Sometimes it seems to me that because of him I didn’t like my daughters. We did everything for them, but I gave my soul to him.

RG | Your girls are wonderful. One of them studied at the university with my colleague, good, modest, smart.

Fedorov | This is because under Slava - from the age of 8. He raised them in a Western way, he always said that children Soviet people- the only property, so we are shaking over them like crazy. But in general, they should be independent. And when the girls at the institute started having company with boys, they went to him to ask for time off.

RG | If you listen to me, being a wife is a kind of job.

Fedorov | Being a wife is a delicate job. You need to know what mood your husband is in, when to approach him with what question... Especially when the husband has such an institution, so many people, so many problems. I have always controlled myself, but today I can say that I shouldn’t. But loving is not difficult. Behind every great man there is a woman. Her own Natalya Solzhenitsyna, ready to devote herself entirely to her husband.

For the last year and a half I have been afraid of my happiness. I thought it was impossible to have so many years of absolute happiness. Life is a zebra.

For some reason I was sure that we would leave together. And suddenly such injustice: he died, and I remained. For three years there was no life. Then I realized, I stayed to keep his memory alive.

It’s been 7 years since he’s been gone, and there hasn’t been a single day that I haven’t remembered him. I work on books, films, memoirs, and a foundation. We want to open a clinic at the end of this year named after Svyatoslav Fedorov. Today there are many of his portraits in Moscow: on Leninsky Prospect - four, on Ryabinovaya Street, on Ochakovskaya, a total of 20 addresses.

RG | What is your favorite memory of him?

Fedorov | He never gave me any gifts. Only once in my life - 53 roses. And so he gave money - buy what you want yourself. I have never owned emerald diamonds. No, there is some kind of ring with an emerald that was given to me when Slava and I were in Colombia, but I never wear it. I love pearls, amber and cheap jewelry. But I believe that I had everything because he did. Slava had many talents, I have one - to love, and it suited me. I can talk about him for days, stop me.