Why did the first wife of Mikhail of Turkey die? Mikhail Turetsky: biography, personal life, family, songs and photos

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M. Turetsky with his wife Liana

- Dad, why are you crying? - asked the eight-year-old daughter.
I was sitting in the city of Long Beach near New York in a state of complete hopelessness on the Broadwalk, a boardwalk along which Americans walk and run for health, and tears flowed from my eyes. I don’t know what to do. My partners let me down, I showed my character and was left without money. Behind me is a team of twenty people who have nothing to feed and no money to buy return tickets with. It hasn't been this bad for a long time.
“I don’t have a shoe factory, a store, or even a kiosk.” “I only have sounds that are difficult to sell,” I answered Natasha.
- Dad, you bring joy to people! And this is much better than a stall. Stop crying, let’s go,” my daughter pulled me by the sleeve.
And I got up and went. There is no point in shedding tears in front of a little girl. You can't give up and become limp.
There were plenty of reasons for pessimism: I was already thirty and still unsuccessfully trying to make a living from classical music. He inspired the choir he led that it was possible, you just need to find the right path. All responsibility lay with me, and there was nowhere to wait for support. Who would have thought that the right words I'll hear from my daughter. Natasha said so childishly about “joy to people” that I found a second wind and found a way to get out. And then, and many more times before I achieved success.

Few people manage to sell creativity. I don’t know how I succeeded in this. There is a joke on the topic: “In Soviet era the professor’s daughter is asked: “How did you, who received a classical music education and was raised in an intelligent family, become a currency prostitute?” - “Just lucky!” So I was lucky. Just not right away.

My childhood passed in a small area of Moscow communal apartment near the Belorusskaya metro station. We occupied a fourteen-meter room. There was no one to pamper my brother and me: there were no grandparents, dad and mom were busy surviving. My father worked as a foreman in a silk-screen printing workshop at a factory near Moscow, and my mother worked as a nanny in a kindergarten.
Dad, Boris Borisovich Epstein, is one of the blacksmith’s six children, originally from Belarus. His father, a powerful man known throughout the area, died at forty-two from pneumonia. Late autumn He came out of the forge hot and caught a cold. So at fourteen, dad, along with his older brother, took charge big family. Having matured, he realized that they could not feed themselves in the village, and at eighteen he went to study in Moscow, at the Academy of Foreign Trade, dragging all his brothers and sisters to the capital.
A competent, intelligent person, he quickly made a career in the Exportles organization, received living space - seven square meters in the center of Moscow - and easily learned German, since it was similar to Yiddish. Looking ahead, I’ll say: once in New York at age eighty-five, my father managed to communicate there too, because English, it turns out, is also similar to Yiddish...
At twenty-seven, dad began to think about a family. Finding himself with relatives in the town of Pukhovichi near Minsk, in a poor, clean hut he saw a seventeen-year-old Jewish girl playing the guitar. “This will be my wife,” dad decided and left for Moscow.
His relatives talked to the girl’s family: “What kind of nose he has, you can see for yourself, but we guarantee that it won’t deceive.”
In October 1940, her father took Bela Turetskaya to Moscow. And in July 1941, the Germans entered the town and destroyed my mother’s entire family. They were forced to dig their own graves and buried alive. In the same 1941, my father went to the front. He became part of a breakthrough Leningrad blockade and was awarded government awards for this. As a boy, every year my father took me to Leningrad to places of military glory, showed me the transit point on Fontanka, 90, historical places, and took me to the Tovstonogovsky Drama Theater.

Parents of M. Turetsky

Of every hundred people called up in the first days of the war, only three returned. The dead were recognized as heroes. But dad couldn’t even get his job back. Largely because after the war, Stalin’s officials did not favor Jews, even if they had passed from Moscow to Berlin.
“Do you want to work at Vneshtorg? - they told him. - Please. We have a branch. On Pechora." Dad did not want to leave Moscow and, giving up his career, got a job at a factory.
My older brother Sasha had problems with his lungs. My father’s salary was six hundred rubles, and a consultation with a pulmonologist professor was five hundred. “Your son’s life is in your hands,” said the doctor, escalating the already tense situation.
And dad committed a crime: he wrapped his body in silk scarves, put on a leather jacket left over from the front, and took the products outside the factory to sell them later. Somehow he managed to come to an agreement with the workers who made a batch for him beyond the norm. But private entrepreneurship at that time was punishable by law and threatened with imprisonment for up to five years. There were thirty-eight women in the workshop, mostly single, destitute by the war, and not a single one called Petrovka. How he managed to build such correct relationships with so many women - only God knows!
We didn't live well. We had neither a car nor a dacha; all the father needed was to save his son from illness. And he did it.
I'm an unplanned child. Mom gave birth to me at forty, dad was already almost fifty. Everyone unanimously dissuaded my mother, she had a bad heart, but she did it her way. Friends advised my parents to name me Yura, because I was born on Cosmonautics Day, the twelfth of April, a year after Gagarin’s flight.
“Yur-r-ra? - Dad said, grazing slightly. “It’s a tr-r-r-r-r-r-r-pronounceable name.” Let there be Misha."
My brother and I are Turkish because my mother explained to my father: There are Epsteins, but there are no Turetskys left—the surname must be preserved. And dad easily agreed with this. I had a real Jewish mother. There is an anecdote that accurately conveys the essence of her character: “What is the difference between an Arab terrorist and a Jewish mother? You can come to an agreement with a terrorist." My brother and I became the meaning of her life. And dad found a worthy place for himself, living as if in his own world. He provided for the family, answered our questions, but never overloaded or demanded attention. He never told me when I grew up:
“Why didn’t you come? Why didn’t you call?”
Mom always lacked something, despite the fact that we were loving and caring sons and visited them with our father almost every day. When we said goodbye and left, dad immediately returned to his business, and she stood at the window until the car disappeared, and I understood: we didn’t give her enough again...

“A Jewish boy with dark eyes, and there is such Russian sadness in them...” - this is about me. At one and a half years old I already began to hum, at three I performed in a row all the songs that came from the TV and radio: “An order was given for him to the west, for her - in the other direction, the Komsomol members left for civil war" I didn’t understand what it was about, and instead of “order” I sang “refusal”. On Sundays, my father allowed himself to lie in bed a little longer, and I climbed under his side. It was then that the repertoire policy of the future “Turetsky Choir” was forged. “Dad, give us “Care,” I said, and we dragged on: “Our care is simple...” or “Twist and Charleston, you filled the globe...”

The songs of the Soviet era are amazing. I sang them with fanatical joy, and my parents understood: we need to teach the boy. At that moment we got a second room in a communal apartment and a piano. They found a piano teacher for me. The lesson cost ten rubles - a serious test for the family budget. And at the age of six, I liked to walk on the street with friends, and not figure out what a bass clef is. Having received the assignment for home, I counted the number of notes in the exercise and drummed on the first keys I came across. Mom compared the number of notes with the number of strokes on the keyboard and sighed in disappointment:
- What kind of nonsense is this?
“Such a sketch,” I shrugged.
This lasted four months. The one hundred and sixty rubles spent did not materialize into quality. “Untalented boy,” said the teacher. “Don’t waste your money.”
I was happy: I was spared from suffering. But my voice grew, I sat down at the piano and, not knowing the notes, picked out the melody by ear - “Lilac Fog”, “You are the only one for me”. Guests came, they put me on a chair, I sang - everyone was delighted. “A talented boy is growing up! Must study."
And my mother took me this time to a state music school. On the notice board there is a leaflet “Services and prices: piano - 20 rubles. per month, violin - 19 rubles, oboe, horn - 9 rubles, flute - 3 rubles, piccolo flute - 1 rubles. 50 kopecks.”
"ABOUT! - said mom. — The piccolo flute will suit us. It’s not expensive, and you’ll enjoy the musical process.”
Recently, my artists gave me a piccolo flute and engraved their nicknames on the entire fingering: Tulya, Kuzya, Boar, Beast... I took it and realized that my hands remember everything. And then, in four years, I learned to play masterfully. At the same time, my father took me to the boys’ chapel.
- You have talented child“,” a teacher once said, “it would be nice if his father came to see me.”
“And this is me...” answered dad.
And then I realized that he was old and looked like my grandfather. Since my parents are old, it means I will soon lose them. The fear settled in my childhood heart that I might lose this mighty roof over my head. I decided to become independent as quickly as possible, because I would soon be alone...
I don’t know what I could have come up with, but fate intervened. In the person of his father’s cousin, the famous musician Rudolf Barshai. He gained particular fame after 1977, when he left the USSR for the West, performed with the Stuttgart Symphony Orchestra and became the chief conductor of the Bournemouth Symphony Orchestra. Things didn't work out for him in his homeland. Probably, the authorities could not entrust the orchestra to a morally unstable person, three times married, last time- in Japanese.

When the very young Rudolf arrived in Moscow, his father placed a folding bed for him on his seven meters. In the summer they went to my father’s older brother’s dacha, where Rudik went to the wooden restroom in the morning and there, on the push, from five to eight he “sawed” on the violin, so as not to disturb anyone. This is how steel is hardened. At that time, the Soviet music school was considered the best in the world, as well as ballet and space. The world's outstanding orchestras are cemented by Soviet musicians. And today... Who will sit from five to eight on the “point” in order to achieve something?
Uncle Rudolf managed to recognize my talent before he emigrated. One day he came to visit us.
- What is Misha doing? - Uncle asked.
I played the flute.
- Sing.
I sang.
“Musical guy,” he assessed. — I’ll call the director of the Sveshnikov Choir School.
My uncle called in front of me. “Look at the boy - if it’s not his door, don’t take it,” he said wisely.
I was accepted into school at the age of eleven. I immediately fell behind, the rest of the children studied from seven, some had already played Rachmaninov’s Second Concerto. On the very first day, I sobbed and said to my father:
- Don't want! I can't!
“Do what you want,” dad said and walked away.
Catching up with peers has become the meaning of life. Eventually I got involved. I couldn’t study at home: my neighbor in the communal apartment was making a “goat face.” Hearing the sounds of music, a seventy-year-old locomotive driver, a communist with the Order of Lenin on his pajamas, chased me around the apartment shouting: “The Israeli devil!” School classes started at eight thirty. I got up at five forty, washed my face, munched a sandwich as I walked, and rushed by metro to school on Krasnaya Presnya. At six-thirty I was already sitting at the piano and working before classes started. Which child today is capable of this?

By the eighth grade, I caught up with my classmates, despite the terrible competition. Out of two thousand applicants, twenty boys were accepted. Ten completed their studies until the bitter end. Even with such selection, few people do successful career. You need connections and money. But if you can “shot” in pop music if you have only these two components, in classical music you can’t do without education. Sometimes in the conservatory, with a half-empty hall, there are concerts that could cost millions, they are so brilliant. But turning them into a product that people will buy is not always possible, because understanding classical music is accessible to few. And often talented musicians seem to be out of this world; they are simply not perceived as stars. And well-packaged banality sells well because it looks appropriate. What is glamor? This cheap product, expensively served. My musicians and I were lucky to learn music at the end of the day Soviet system. This was the time of unmercenary teachers who invested their souls in their students. And we studied with the same enthusiasm. "Gnesinka", where I entered after graduating from the choir school - Graduate School Music. In this Temple of the Muses, I was made a conductor - a seasoned musician, capable of elevating and leading people. I absorbed musical science like a sponge, for the time being not burdening myself with thoughts about my daily bread. But quite early - at twenty-one - the time came, I fell in love and got married.

Lena had an upturned nose, an open smile and bottomless eyes. A real Russian beauty. We met at Gnesinka, she combined her studies with work - she sang in Minin’s choir. We had a lot in common, we learned the basics of music together, went to concerts, plays and an ice skating rink. Both loved nature. I became her first man. At twenty-two, Natasha was born to us. It was probably a little early, but we were happy. Against the wishes of the parents. Both believed that we were of different breeds. They did not create any obstacles, but from individual remarks it was easy to guess: the relatives were not happy.
“I would like my daughter to marry a man of her own nationality,” her father told my mother before the wedding.

My mother dreamed of seeing me next to a Jewish girl. After all, fifty generations of my ancestors married only their own.

So what? Love erases all differences. My father-in-law realized this over time. He was a real Russian officer, deeply decent and smart person. He and Lena had an amazing relationship. Like one soul for two. And they were very similar in character - absolute restraint and extreme kindness. Lena loved me devotedly and never demanded anything, but I had to prove to myself and others that I could not be a boy, but a husband and breadwinner.
How could I earn money? Private transportation. I’ve had my license since I was nineteen, I even went in for motorsports. I somehow managed to find time between music classes. I took part in the rally once and came sixteenth from the end. But the main thing is participation! I sold all my valuables, including a leather jacket and a radio, borrowed more from my brother and bought a used Zhiguli model eleven. Since then, every Saturday evening and not only, I went to work. Everything happened: they took away my earnings for the evening, asked me to get out of the car, and didn’t pay, but thank the Creator, there were no serious consequences for my health.

By the end of my fifth year, I was working in four places at the same time. In a large supermarket in Strogino he was a “night director,” that is, a loader. I received five or six cars a night: three with bread, two with dairy products and sometimes sausage. The sausage was the most a terrible blow, because I had to turn over all one and a half to two tons with my own hands, weigh them, and also make sure that the driver and the forwarder didn’t steal a couple of loaves. But the word “deficit”, under the slogan of which the perestroika country lived, did not exist for me. When I was racing after night shift from Strogino to the center to teach music to children, the traffic cops on the highway saluted me: once every two months I brought them a box of buckwheat and tea to the department. I made various connections and acquaintances. I was in in perfect order, but the soul still thirsted for music and creativity.

Finally I found something to please her. In parallel with the store and teaching, he began working with an Orthodox church choir and at the same time with a political song ensemble. After some time, I became convinced that I had not made a mistake with my profession. And working with the actors of the “School” theater musical art"under the guidance of Yuri Sherling, I realized that I could teach anyone to sing. I will bring even a non-singing ballerina to the level of pop performance.

I don’t know how long our marriage with Lena would have lasted. Today it’s hard for me to talk about this, because so many years have passed. I only know that our feelings were sincere and real. It is believed that early unions do not stand the test of time. But it is not destined to know whether this would be true in our case...
In August 1989, together with my friend and teacher Vladimir Anufrievich Semenyuk, I went by car to Klaipeda to visit his graduate student, a Lithuanian. Talks about music, trips to Palanga, sun, sea and sand. In all respects it was a pleasant trip. One day, despite the late hour, I couldn’t fall asleep, although at twenty-seven I didn’t know what insomnia was. At half past two in the morning the doorbell rang. Telegram. “Call urgently. Sasha,” wrote the older brother. “Is there something wrong with mom or dad?” — I thought frantically. In 1989, there was no place to call Moscow from Klaipeda at night. Semenyuk and I drove to the city center and found ourselves in front of the locked doors of the telephone booth. I didn’t find a place for myself until half past seven. And when I was finally able to dial telephone number, I heard my mother’s voice on the phone. “So she’s okay,” was the first thing I thought.
“Control yourself,” said mom. - They all died.
I didn't understand anything.
- Who is everyone, mom?
— Lena, her father and brother.
I hung up the phone, went out into the street on weak legs and, having reached the lawn, collapsed into the grass. The teacher ran up to me.
“Vladimir Anufrievich, give me a cigarette,” I asked. “Something is burning inside.”
- What happened, Misha?
I couldn’t answer, I jumped up and ran to call again. Mom, who survived the death of all her relatives, dictated in a calm, even voice: “Seventy-first kilometer from Minsk, police station number...”
Lena, her father and brother went to Vilnius for a relative’s birthday. Lena's father, a neat and pedant, never broke the rules traffic. It will not take the car out of the garage if the turn signal does not work. He did not trust the steering wheel even to his son, who had just returned from the army, where he served as a driver. Nobody knows what happened to my father-in-law, but on the way back to Moscow, his car flew into oncoming traffic. The Ikarus driving along it began to go into a ditch, but the Zhiguli caught up with the bus and, having hit, flew into its lane, where they were crushed by a heavy ZIL.
All the way to the accident site I thought: “This is a mistake. This can't happen. It's not them." Finally we arrived. Some guy on a tractor showed me the exact location of the incident. “I’ve been driving for twenty-five years, but I’ve never seen such a terrible disaster,” he said. - This is where it was...
And I realized that I had hoped in vain. On the side of the road lay a crumpled green souvenir horseshoe. My “foreign” gift to my father-in-law.
In the near future locality I bought a bottle of vodka, all the flowers I had,
and returned to the scene of the tragedy. The teacher and I had a drink. We smoked. We sat in some kind of coma, and then I called the police department. “Come for the corpses and take the car,” they told me.
I'll never forget long haul home. A truck with three coffins was walking ahead, and I was driving behind it. It was somehow impossible to overtake...
I was scared to see my mother-in-law. A woman who lost her children and husband in an instant. During these couple of days my face became the color of asphalt. What can we say about her? But the mother-in-law sat surrounded by her friends and behaved well - she was pumped full of tranquilizers.
As an intelligent person, she was silent, but I knew what my mother-in-law was thinking: “You are alive, but Lena is not.” I could go with my wife or invite her to Klaipeda. But he didn’t do anything fateful that would change the fateful route.
After some time, my mother-in-law began to persistently suggest that I give up Natasha and get guardianship for her. Her relatives came to me:
- Why do you need a child? You're still young.
“With all due respect, I can’t,” I replied. — Jews do not abandon their children.
I wanted to take the girl into my apartment, entrusting her to the care of my mother, but then I realized that separation from my granddaughter would finish off my mother-in-law, distraught with grief.

Photo: from the archive of M. Turetsky

At this moment I was in dire need of help. And this help came to me from above. I was offered to create a choir of Jewish sacred music in Moscow. It was a salvation. The music of my ancestors - an ancient powerful art - gave me the strength to live.
In eighteen months we made a program that we performed in England, France, Israel, America, and Canada. The choir was financed by the Jewish charitable foundation "Joint". When they realized that the leader of the team is an individual, is not ready for stupid submission and wants to go to large concert venues, they lost the desire to support us. And since 1992, the choir and I were left without support. It was a very difficult task to promote the Jewish Choir brand in Russia. It seemed to everyone that we were singing only for Jews. I wanted to prove that this is not so. But it didn't work out very well. We had no money, no advertising. One naked enthusiasm.
It was difficult for us to make our way to America, because it was the only place at that moment where we could make money. Eventually, things started to work out. New friends helped, who saw us as a fantastically talented project. And although there were few performances - mostly on weekends, we were recognized by critics and professional musicians. Relationships in the team were also difficult. I remember in 1993, after ten days of aimlessly living in a Brooklyn apartment while waiting for work in California, a revolution almost happened in our team. Eight out of sixteen people signed an ultimatum: they say, we don’t understand why we need California, we don’t believe that they will pay us, we refuse to go. The situation had to be resolved in the twenty-eight hours it took to travel by bus from New York to Miami. I made a speech: “I won’t let the project fall apart!” Then he summoned the conspirators one by one: “You, Alexey, are fired. Vladimir, if you want to leave and then come back, please. You, Leonid, how much money do you want to stay?” In general, I bribed four members of the team, released two, fired two - and the opposition was crushed. Oh, I knew psychology well Soviet man. I'm like that myself.
In 1994, I was advised to apply for financial support from LogoVAZ. I called, and Berezovsky arrived at the synagogue where we were rehearsing and said: “You have twenty-five minutes.” We sang to him in beautiful voices. “I give five thousand dollars a month,” Boris Abramovich promised. We divided this money among twenty people, receiving a good increase in salary for a year. Then things turned sour. Berezovsky left, his assistants said: “In order to continue helping you, Borya must love you, and we have money in our account. Borya loves you, but there is no money.”
Gusinsky, who headed the Russian Jewish Congress in those years, also loved us at one time and even supported us. I always thanked both Gusinsky and Berezovsky very much during concerts, until my senior comrade, famous artist Gennady Khazanov, after the show at the Variety Theater, didn’t say: “Mish, why do you bow to them all the time? Did they build you a house in Spain? Gusinsky succinctly helped you only so that he would be supported by the Jewish lobby in America.” In 1995, we turned to Aizenshpis. He said: “I need one and a half million dollars from LogoVAZ, and the country will fall asleep and wake up thinking about the Jewish choir.” But LogoVAZ had already ended at that time. There was nowhere to get one and a half million, and at the end of the year I divided the choir into two parts. One stayed in Moscow, the other went with me on a contract to Miami. I could take it with me beautiful girl, but went with an elderly mother and daughter. My mother-in-law was terribly afraid that I might not return, so I carefully prepared my granddaughter, who was then eleven years old: if I suddenly decided to stay overseas, Natasha had to stand on her hind legs and declare: “I want to go to my grandmother in Russia!” But she didn't do it, although sometimes it was really difficult for her. The daughter studied at an institution for wealthy children. The school bus took home first those who were richer, then the middle ones, and she was the last. At that time I had neither the reputation nor respect that I have today, and Natasha was looked at as an emigrant from a poor family.
Only my mother felt quite comfortable, she even had a platonic affair with the owner of the cafe, Mr. Nevel, thanks to whom she remembered Yiddish. They rattled on all evening, hoping that I didn’t understand anything. Dad arrived later and decided that mom, at seventy-three, shouldn’t be disturbed. He didn't like America much. “There is no Bolshoi Theater, I have nothing to do here. “I’m delighted with New York City, but I won’t pull my cap off my temple. The Soviets have their own pride: they look down on the bourgeoisie,” he recited Mayakovsky and four months later returned to his homeland.
But I never wanted to go to America forever. I respect Western values, but even more - Bolshoi Theater, ice rink, summer sky over Moscow at five in the morning. I wanted to live in my homeland. And I decided to try my luck one last time. If I don’t receive support, I will say goodbye to the idea of a Jewish choir in Russia forever. Overseas, things finally started to work out for us. We shocked the local public so much that the Miami authorities issued a proclamation declaring February 6th “Moscow Choir Day.”
This time I began to attack the office of Joseph Davydovich Kobzon. Made one and a half thousand calls, no less. I bought cards and called Russia from a payphone. Maybe I knocked louder than others, but as a result Kobzon heard me. And he took us on his anniversary tour of Russia and the CIS, which became a kind of breakthrough for the team.
After a couple of years, I decided to change our odious non-profit name “Jewish Choir”. In addition, we felt cramped within the colossal, powerful, but only Jewish music - after all, this is only a part of world musical culture. The choir members are mostly Russian, the audience is people of different nationalities. Why not perform other music, such as classical, folk, jazz, rock? This is how the “Mikhail Turetsky Choir” was born.
Joseph Davydovich did not approve of such changes, he swore, believing that I was betraying my roots. I think accusing me of cheating is unfair. The choir carried its name to more difficult time, when even the Jews themselves were in no hurry to invite us to their performances.
So, it was 2001, and I toured America with my band. After some time, my daughter Natasha, who lived with me in the States, was returned to her grandmother. My mother-in-law finally appreciated me. Since then we have lived in peace. True, I never held a grudge against her, I understand her: my future son-in-law has not done anything bad to me yet, but I no longer love him.

Mikhail Turetsky with his mother-in-law and daughter

For twelve years I was single. I couldn’t imagine that I would bring “someone else’s aunt” into the house and tell Natasha: “This is ours.” new mom" Some girls made attempts to make a husband out of me. Then I went to the Chief Rabbi of Russia Adolf Solomonovich Shaevich and said:
- What to do? I was pushed against the wall.
“If you can’t get married, don’t get married,” he answered.
I could, because a career, the formation of a choir and obligations to myself and the collective seemed much more more important than novels. Until I met Liana. I remember the feeling of shock when I looked into her huge green eyes. “Two waves remained in your eyes so that I could drown, plunging into them...”
We met after a concert in Dallas. Liana's father was one of the organizers of our performances. On October thirty-first, Halloween was just celebrated in America, and Liana wanted to spend this festive evening with her child, but she could not offend her dad, who insisted that her daughter listen to a Jewish choir from Russia. As an intelligent person, Liana came backstage to thank the musicians for the concert. Marta Klioner, our impresario in the States in those years, saw her with her daughter and asked where her husband was.

Mikhail Turetsky with his wife and her daughter Sarina

- My husband ate too many pears! — my future wife answered.
- So we have so many boys in our team, I’ll introduce you! - Martha intercepted Liana and took her to meet the artists.
We ran into each other in the corridor - a beautiful, flashy girl and next to her a little curly-haired angel, her daughter Sarina. For me, as an artist who spent a month on tour, appearance Liana's high heel and exposed midriff made a lasting impression. We started talking. I wanted to tell her a few non-trivial compliments. I suggested that we all go to a restaurant together and have coffee. Three cocktails increased the concentration of romance in my body. And I said to Liana: “Let’s go to you.” I already knew by that time that she was an independent girl, living separately from her parents in a two-story house. She resisted, but I showed slight persistence. We went to Liana and talked with her until the morning. I offered to go on a tour with us, to which Liana feigned inaccessibility and called a taxi to take me to the hotel. This is how our acquaintance began.

The team moved on to Houston. Already in the next city, Chicago, I felt that I wanted to call this girl. I dialed her number after the performance, and we again talked all night. It cost me a fee for two concerts. But some life values and positions have already been determined. I invited Liana to come to us for the central concert of the tour at Carnegie Hall in New York, but she culturally refused, citing the fact that she could not leave work and leave the child for a long time. After Carnegie Hall, I came to see her in Dallas myself. The next day, when Liana was picking Sarina up from kindergarten, the teacher called her aside: “Do you know what your daughter said? She said that the uncle from the concert is now sleeping at your house!”

It was time to decide on my feelings. Mom always missed the extended family she lost in Belarus. On that visit, I visited all of Liana’s relatives and realized that my mother would approve of this option. Family and relationships are the same as in a Belarusian town, only at a high American level.
At first Liana refused to leave her big friendly family, okay
paid work as a programmer and move to Moscow before I posed the question harshly. Her relatives were not happy with our plans. Grandfather, as an experienced person, said that an artist is a gypsy, which is bad for family life. And when I came to Liana’s parents to ask for their daughter’s hand in marriage, her dad warned that she had a very difficult character. But she and I are naughty people. And yet they convinced their parents. Then problems arose with the removal of Sarina. I adopted her and moved her to Russia.
The team and I followed our own special path, bypassing the chain of “producer-TV-public-box office”. They got into show business with one foot, stayed in art with the other, and with that they came to concert venues. For some time, however, I was still trying to find a producer. In 2003, I came to Joseph Prigogine, he listened to the track for about forty seconds and began to wag his foot, look at the phone, and hint: I was wasting my time.
“Iosik, you overlooked me! - now I tell him. “I wish I could “mow it” now!”
Today he talks to me for forty minutes on the phone and doesn’t mind his time. “Perhaps it would be better if you came to visit?” - I suggest.
The choir chose its own musical policy - we did not limit ourselves exclusively to classical music. There are also pop, rock, jazz and musicals. Only classics are like formal trousers in the wardrobe, beautiful, expensive, but alone. But you can change into something more democratic. Or combine it, as they began to do in Hollywood, by wearing a tuxedo with jeans and sneakers. Today, musical fusion is winning - a mixture of styles, when you can offer people different sensations in a unit of time. I will be grateful to the one who will shorten the divine lengths in Leo Tolstoy’s “War and Peace” and fit four volumes of the novel into five hundred pages so that modern children can master it. I apply similar abbreviations to classical music. After all, it’s not easy to perceive it. You need to tune in, open your soul. Many people have the desire, but no time. I can introduce the listener to Verdi in ten minutes, seasoning the music with the enzyme of pop rock for easier perception. As a result, Verdi sounds like Queen. And this is not a parody. Not banter, not popular speech, just a different, modern interpretation. A music critic might call me an upstart who takes what is easiest and most accessible, thus making money. But if I were him, I would say thank you to Turetsky, an agitator and promoter of good music.

Group "Soprano"

The Turetsky Choir is known not only on the domestic stage, but also far beyond the borders of our vast Motherland. Much is known about the concert activities of Mikhail Turetsky and his band, so special attention I would like to focus on the musician’s personal life. Moreover, his charismatic appearance and masculinity undoubtedly attract many fans. As Mikhail Turetsky himself admits, no matter what a man does, he always does it for the sake of a woman, even if he himself is not aware of this. This is what happens in the life of a musician. At the moment, the most important woman in his life is wife of Mikhail Turetsky Liana .

Liana comes from a family of Armenian emigrants. The first meeting of the future spouses took place in Dallas, where the girl’s father helped organize a concert of the Turetsky Choir. Charming and intelligent Liana, who has two degrees under her belt, delighted the artist Mikhail at first sight. And when she did not agree to accompany him on a further tour, she kindled a real passion in his soul. A whirlwind telephone romance ensued, which resulted in a marriage proposal. When the moment came to follow her husband to distant and unfamiliar Russia, Liana, of course, hesitated, because in America she already had a stable and well-paid job as a programmer. However, Mikhail Turetsky insisted on his own. Now Liana is loved and respected by her husband’s many friends and acquaintances, not only as a madly wife talented musician, but also as an independent person.

The wife gave Mikhail Turetsky two daughters - Emmanuelle and Beata. In addition to them, the family has two more eldest daughters - Natasha (daughter from Mikhail’s first marriage) and Sarina (daughter of Liana). But Mikhail Turetsky, like many men, dreams of a son. In January last year, an heir finally appeared in the family. True, not a son, but a grandson. Eldest daughter Natalya, who is a lawyer by training and works in the office of the Turetsky Choir, made her dad a grandfather.

Before meeting Liana, Mikhail Turetsky was already married. He always remembers his first wife Elena with touching emotion. She was Natasha's mother. However, fate cruelly destroyed their happiness when Elena, along with her father and brother, died in a terrible accident. For 12 long years after the tragic events, Mikhail Turetsky remained a bachelor. The press is actively discussing his affair with Tatyana Borodovskaya and the fact that the musician, it turns out, has another daughter, Bella. The relationship with Tatyana occurred in the period after the death of his wife and before leaving for America. According to journalists, Mikhail Turetsky abandoned a pregnant woman without any explanation. Tatyana Borodovskaya herself says that she does not hold a grudge against the musician, since he communicates with his daughter as much as possible and also helps her financially as much as possible. However, she stubbornly refuses to officially recognize Bella as her daughter.

The richest musician gives only €300 a month to support his daughter

Nadezhda Bushueva

In April, Mikhail Turetsky, conductor and director of the choir of the same name, will turn 50 years old. According to official biography the artist has three daughters: 28-year-old Natalya from his first marriage and 6-year-old Emmanuel with 2-year-old Beata from his second wife. But for 10 years now another daughter of Turetsky, Bella, has been living in the world, whom Mikhail carefully hides and categorically refuses to acknowledge. We tried to find out why.

Today Mikhail Turetsky is actively preparing for his anniversary, giving interviews to glossy magazines, telling them about what a caring husband and cool father he is. Only somehow the story about the little girl Bella Borodovskaya, his natural daughter living in Germany, does not fit into this ideal image.

At first sight

In 2000, Mikhail and his choir were on tour in Germany. During a concert in Frankfurt he saw in the front row an incredible beautiful woman. Shocked by her appearance, Turetsky jumped off the stage and invited the lady to dance. The audience applauded enthusiastically, the conductor whirled the beauty around in a waltz, and finally, without being at a loss, he asked the young lady for her phone number. Tatyana Borodovskaya is 6 years younger than Turetsky - sophisticated, thoroughbred, gentle, she saw a sign of fate in this meeting at the concert.

It so happened historically that a month after that, according to plan, I was supposed to move to Moscow - Tatyana is 44 years old today, she looks amazing and has incredible magnetism. - I returned to my homeland, worked for Anton Nosik as deputy editor-in-chief at ntv.ru (now it is the news agency newsru.com). And suddenly Turetsky called.

It turned out that Mikhail Borisovich’s office was next to us,” recalls the media mogul, owner of LiveJournal and the most famous blogger on the Runet, Nosik. - And he often began to pick Tanya up from work.

Anton and Tatiana are childhood friends.

“We are neighbors at the River Station,” says Nosik. - We lived nearby for many years - window to window. I also courted her, but Tanya was attracted to other gentlemen... And the affair with Turetsky took place before my eyes.

Why did Misha captivate me, - Tanya asks herself, - he is a very interesting person.

A passionate romance began, which the couple did not hide; there were a lot of witnesses to it. At that time, Mikhail lived with his daughter, a high school student from his first marriage, Natasha - Turetsky’s wife died tragically when the girl was 5 years old. Natasha accepted Tatyana, and the three of them began to live together in the artist’s two-room apartment on Belorusskaya. After some time, Borodovskaya became pregnant. In the summer of 2001, the couple arranged a romantic vacation at sea, Mikhail showed with all his appearance how much he wanted this child. When they found out that a girl would be born, they decided to name her Bella in honor of Turetsky’s mother.

Difficult birth

“And in September 2001, Turetsky was forced to go on tour to America for three months,” says Tanya’s friend Evgenia Bokiy. - I should have returned exactly to Tanya’s birth. She decided not to turn sour in Moscow and went to Germany to visit her parents, where she was going to give birth and wait for her betrothed... But Turetsky did not fly to Germany. He just disappeared! Didn't answer the phone, didn't call himself.

It was a shock for us! - Anton Nosik is indignant. - He left his wife a week before giving birth. The horror of Turetsky running away from a pregnant woman is much more powerful than all the romanticism of their love story.

Tatyana survived a real blow! In a state of shock, she was taken to the hospital; it turned out that due to stress, her labor stopped.

She couldn’t give birth for a long time - her contractions stopped,” recalls friend Zhenya. - Then, of course, German doctors did their job. And in December 2001, a small copy of Turetsky was born - his daughter Bella.

“Wonderful girl, I saw her the other day,” says Nosik. - I am her sandak (in Judaism this is what they call “ godfather"). In 2003, in the synagogue of the city of Wiesbaden, I read a prayer over her and blessed her name - it is a great honor to baptize a baby.

Tatyana’s pride did not allow her to look for Turetsky, call him, or humiliate herself. But her friends and family could not calmly watch the suffering loved one. They found Mikhail, and he said: “I met someone else! If you want, I can give you $5,000 and let Tanya get away from me.” While touring in America, in October 2001, he met his current wife Liana.

She quickly took it into circulation,” says Bokiy. - Tanya plucked up the courage to call Turetsky only two years later. He hid from her for a long time. As a result, they tried to put pressure on him even through Joseph Kobzon- he told him: “Recognize your daughter! This is indecent!” But he still categorically refuses to acknowledge her - he fights like a beast. Although after the story with Kobzon he began to give money for the child - however, for this you need to run after him and beg. One day Tanya's friend once again I tried to call Turetsky, but ended up with Liana. "You know, he has a wife and small child? - “Well, she is not his wife, and the child is not his child! And we don’t want to know about these people!”

Blame the wife

Turetsky himself does not comment on this story and only once in an interview with the magazine “Caravan of Stories” he mentioned that time:

“Some girls made attempts to make a husband out of me. Then I went to the Chief Rabbi of Russia Adolf Solomonovich Shaevich and said:

What to do? I was pushed against the wall.

If you can’t get married, don’t get married,” he answered.

I could, because my career, the formation of the choir and obligations to myself and the team seemed much more important than novels.”

The reason, of course, is not career, says Nosik. - He came under pressure from Liana, for some reason she furiously does not want him to recognize his daughter. For some reason, it is important for her that this story remains a secret. It is clear that they now have their own lives, many children, but it would be nice if he recognized Bella. The problem here is to persuade Liana...

Turetsky has a obsession with the topic of Jewry.

Fifty generations of my ancestors married only their own,” says Mikhail.

Perhaps they did not agree with Tanya on this?

What are you talking about? Tanya is a real Jew,” says Nosik, himself a famous Jew.

Borodovskaya herself still has not found an explanation for Mikhail’s action.

“I don’t have a tragedy,” she says. - What happened, happened. People break up. There is nothing you can do about it: they meet other men and women and go their separate ways. This is how life works. I didn’t look for the reason for Misha’s actions. I accepted the situation as it is. You could go into anger, or you could accept everything, move on and be happy. I chose the second path. I have no complaints about him. What he doesn't say about Bella is his own business. What can I do? I don't force him to do this. And I don’t want to take revenge.

Bella is a citizen of Germany, where she has a birth certificate, where Mikhail Borisovich Turetsky is written in the “father” column.

Misha was included in the certificate with his voluntary consent, confirms Tanya. - They asked me who the father was, I named him, they sent him a letter, he agreed with it.

Plus there are heaps of letters, testimonies, and photographs together.

Still

“He doesn’t quietly deny that this is his child,” says Bokiy. - He visits her in Germany, gives her gifts, but categorically refuses to utter the word “daughter.”

Why haven't I told this story yet? What will this change? - says Tanya. - Turetsky and I have a daughter, and he takes care of her as best he can. We can call him at any time. Don’t forget that we live in another country; people here don’t know who Mikhail Turetsky is. But Bella knows that she has a dad, that he is an artist, she was at Misha’s concerts. When we come to Moscow, he communicates with her, when he comes to Germany, too. Once he even took her to his family. I don't think Misha bad person. He good man. Without his care, I would not be able to raise a child. We are relatives to each other.

Tatyana is probably afraid of losing her source of finance, so she does not tell unpleasant details. Turetsky often transfers money to Germany through Anton Nosik.

Sorry, sorry, it doesn't really help! - Anton is indignant. - The amount that Mikhail sends to Bella (if you ask me, I would give my child more) is 300 euros per month! Can this really be called help?

Recently Tanya turned to Mikhail: “You will now celebrate your 50th anniversary, well, invite Bella to Moscow.” The choirmaster refused.

For some reason, many people think that Turkish is blue,” says Bokiy. - But this is not true, Misha is a very smart guy. She loves herself, that's why she takes care of herself. And in general, he has delusions of grandeur: he believes that there are only three artists on stage: Pugacheva, Kobzon and him.

Tatyana Borodovskaya is still alone. She spends all her energy on her children - an adult son from her first marriage and a 10-year-old daughter.

After Mikhail, I didn’t arrange my personal life,” Tanya admitted. - She never got married. Well, maybe I didn’t want to.

Do you still love Turkish?

Well, this is a personal question. Was beautiful story, it ended, as everything ends in this life. People break up - it happens.

Alien-friend

Turetsky first married at the age of 21 to his Gnesinka classmate Elena.

Lena had an upturned nose, an open smile and bottomless eyes, Mikhail recalls in one interview. - I became her first man. We loved each other, but I had no intention of getting married. However, Lena became pregnant.

For the sake of his family, Mikhail worked as a private driver, worked as a watchman and loader in a supermarket, and as a janitor.

In 1989, Elena Turetskaya died in a car accident.

My first wife’s father was traveling in a car with her and her brother from Lithuania, since my sister’s birthday,” recalls Mikhail. - According to eyewitnesses, at the 71st kilometer of the Minsk-Moscow highway, the car drove into oncoming traffic, hit a bus, and then collided with a truck. Forehead to forehead. And instant death. All three.

Mikhail’s mother-in-law Zoya asked him to sign documents for the child’s refusal and give his granddaughter Natasha to her.

I said: “I won’t sign anything. Jews never give up on their children,” Mikhail tells how it happened.

Now my daughter Natasha is already 28 years old, she graduated from law school, and works in her father’s team - she manages the website of the Turetsky Choir...

Then Mikhail met Borodovskaya, and later, when she was expecting a Turkish child, on tour in America he met Liana - her father was a concert organizer in Texas.

“As an artist who spent a month on tour, Liana’s appearance - her high heels and open belly - made an indelible impression on me,” Mikhail recalls. - I suggested going to a restaurant.

After drinking cocktails, Turkish and Liana spent the night together. Thus began a romance. Turetsky persuaded Liana to leave America for Moscow. True, a problem arose: Liana has a daughter from her first marriage, Sarina (now 15 years old), who could not be taken out of the USA. Then Turetsky adopted her and gave her his last name. He raises the girl as his own (that is, he does not recognize his own, but adopted someone else’s child).

“I didn’t want more children,” says Mikhail in an interview. - A child will interfere with our rest, creative pursuits, pathos, status, and in general.

But Liana gave Mikhail two more daughters: Emmanuelle (yes, Mikhail named her after that same porn heroine) and Beata.

The choir at the synagogue in Moscow was sponsored by Berezovsky, and in Chechnya it was guarded by Basayev

Aizenshpis: “I need one and a half million dollars from Logovaz, and then the country will fall asleep and wake up to the “Turetsky Choir”

Original of this material
© "Narodnaya Gazeta", 11/12/2009, "Turetsky Choir" was financed by oligarchs and protected by terrorists

The Turetsky Choir was created as a synodal choir at the Moscow Choral Synagogue. Joseph Kobzon brought them to the stage, and Berezovsky and Gusinsky became their “godfathers.” [...] Last weekend the musicians visited Ulyanovsk. And the head of the team, Mikhail Turetsky, “ART-HOUSE” rightfully awards the title of one of the most grateful and interesting interlocutors in Russian show business. Judge for yourself... [...]

- You Orthodox Jew? Do you attend synagogue, read the Torah, observe Shabbat?

- [...] I, of course, feel a genetic belonging to a certain national group of people. [...] Religious traditions I respect Jews, although I still won’t be able to observe all 613 mitzvot of the Torah. I have my own mitzvot, my own internal code. It's like a personal Torah inside me. Due to non-observance of Shabbat, we were once expelled from the synagogue. We have already started working with Joseph Kobzon, and one of our joint concerts took place on Saturday. We dared to work on a day when, according to all the canons of Judaism, any work is prohibited. For this reason, we had a conflict with the chief rabbi of the Moscow Choral Synagogue. And we were strictly forbidden to perform within its walls in the future.

- After that, did the oligarchs Berezovsky and Gusinsky pay attention to you?

Boris Abramovich supported us even before we met Kobzon, in 1995. We weren't in the best financial situation back then. better times. And Logovaz helped us occasionally. Berezovsky appeared at the synagogue, listened to us for about twenty minutes and began financing. He called Ernst and asked us to be on TV. But it didn’t work out. The next presidential election began. Berezovsky plunged headlong into this topic. He had no time for us. And Ernst, apparently, was not very interested in supporting us without Berezovsky. We turned to Yuri Aizenshpis. He said: “I need one and a half million dollars from Logovaz, and then the country will fall asleep and wake up to the Turetsky Choir.” Naturally, this didn’t work out either. Only Kobzon really helped us with promotion, he promoted us. By the way, few people know that during our first trip to Chechnya, Shamil Basayev was personally responsible for our safety. One of the most famous terrorists in the world was an ordinary bodyguard of our team. As for Gusinsky, when he was chairman of the Russian Jewish Congress, at the stage when the interests of the congress coincided with our interests, he provided us with all possible assistance, that’s all. [...]

["Echo of Moscow", 09/06/2011, "No fools":
M. Turetsky- Yes, we once sang sacred music... [...] Classics mainly, it was very important for us interesting work. It's early in the 1990s. 1992-93. And Berezovsky came to our rehearsal space and said, I have 15 minutes, sing something. We sang, he said how much you needed so that you could somehow rehearse. Well, I calculated some kind of salary, it was 5 thousand dollars for everyone, in my opinion. So that people can go to the store normally. Petrol. In general, rehearsing and giving concerts. And he probably transferred this money to us over the course of a year.
[...] I remember for some time I came to see Badri Patarkatsishvili, these are all such heroes with a minus sign in our reality, but they really tried to help us with something, but it was already somehow difficult for them. They have already become persona non grata... - K.ru insert]

["Izvestia", 02/07/2011, "Mikhail Turetsky: I don’t help my daughters": Leader and conductor Mikhail Turetsky spoke about [...] how Joseph Kobzon helped them [...]
AND: Is it true that Kobzon sponsored you?
Turkish: I came to Joseph Davydovich and said: “Let’s make a program together.” When he had his anniversary tour, we traveled all over the country together, singing only Jewish songs. This was his great help. To say that he supported us is wrong. Kobzon is a block. You can learn everything from Joseph Davydovich: singing, acting, communication with audiences, and business. But there was also a not very positive moment. After this joint project, everyone thought that we only sang the Jewish repertoire. And this is a fairly narrow framework. We even thought about changing the name of the group. But Joseph Davydovich was dissatisfied with this matter. The ex-mayor of Moscow Yuri Luzhkov helped, who softened Kobzon’s disposition towards us, saying that there was only a Turkish Jew in the team, and all performers did not need to put hats on their heads. - Insert K.ru]

The director of the Jewish ensemble "Turetsky Choir" Mikhail Turetsky has fathered daughters, and can only support them through one. And he didn’t care about the fact that he was a Jew and that it was indecent to do this.

The richest musician gives only 300 euros a month to support his daughter

In April, Mikhail TURETSKY, conductor and director of the choir of the same name, will turn 50 years old. According to the official biography, the artist has three daughters: 28-year-old Natalya from his first marriage and 6-year-old Emmanuel with 2-year-old Beata from his second wife. But for 10 years now another TURETSKY daughter has been living in the world, Bella, whom Mikhail carefully hides and categorically refuses to acknowledge. We tried to find out why.

At first sight

In 2000, Mikhail and his choir were on tour in Germany. During a concert in Frankfurt, he saw an incredibly beautiful woman in the front row. Shocked by her appearance, Turetsky jumped off the stage and invited the lady to dance. The audience applauded enthusiastically, the conductor whirled the beauty around in a waltz, and finally, without being at a loss, he asked the young lady for her phone number. Tatyana Borodovskaya is 6 years younger than Turetsky - sophisticated, thoroughbred, gentle, she saw a sign of fate in this meeting at the concert.

It so happened historically that a month after that, according to plan, I was supposed to move to Moscow - Tatyana is 44 years old today, she looks amazing and has incredible magnetism. – I returned to my homeland, worked for Anton Nosik as deputy editor-in-chief at ntv.ru (now it is the news agency newsru.com). And suddenly Turetsky called.

It turned out that Mikhail Borisovich’s office was next to us,” recalls the media mogul, owner of LiveJournal and the most famous blogger on the Runet, Nosik. – And he often began to pick Tanya up from work.

Anton and Tatiana are childhood friends.

After the death of his first wife, the musician raised his daughter Natasha alone

“We are neighbors at the River Station,” says Nosik. – We lived next to each other for many years – window to window. I also courted her, but Tanya was attracted to other gentlemen... And the affair with Turetsky took place before my eyes.

Why did Misha captivate me, - Tanya asks herself, - he is a very interesting person.

At 28 years old, Natalya TURETSKAYA knows how to present herself

Difficult birth

And in September 2001, Turetsky was forced to go on tour to America for three months, says Tanya’s friend Evgenia Bokiy. – I had to return exactly to Tanya’s birth. She decided not to turn sour in Moscow and went to Germany to visit her parents, where she was going to give birth and wait for her betrothed... But Turetsky did not fly to Germany. He just disappeared! Didn't answer the phone, didn't call himself.

It was a shock for us! – Anton Nosik is indignant. - He left his wife a week before giving birth. The horror of Turetsky running away from a pregnant woman is much more powerful than all the romanticism of their love story.

Tatyana survived a real blow! In a state of shock, she was taken to the hospital; it turned out that due to stress, her labor stopped.

She couldn’t give birth for a long time - her contractions stopped,” recalls friend Zhenya. “Then, of course, the German doctors did their job. And in December 2001, a small copy of Turetsky was born - his daughter Bella.

Tatiana BORODOVSKAYA gave birth to a lovely daughter to TURETSKY, and he betrayed her

“Wonderful girl, I saw her the other day,” says Nosik. - I am her sandak (in Judaism this is what they call a “godfather”). In 2003, in the synagogue of the city of Wiesbaden, I read a prayer over her and blessed her name - it is a great honor to baptize a baby.

Tatyana’s pride did not allow her to look for Turetsky, call him, or humiliate herself. But her friends and family could not calmly watch the suffering of a loved one. They found Mikhail, and he said: “I met someone else! If you want, I can give you $5,000 and let Tanya get away from me.” While touring in America, in October 2001, he met his current wife Liana.

She quickly took it into circulation,” says Bokiy. – Tanya plucked up the courage to call Turetsky only two years later. He hid from her for a long time. As a result, they tried to put pressure on him even through Joseph Kobzon - he told him: “Recognize your daughter! This is indecent!” But he still categorically refuses to acknowledge her - he fights like a beast. Although after the story with Kobzon he began to give money for the child - however, for this you need to run after him and beg. One day, Tanya’s friend once again tried to call Turetsky, but ended up with Liana. “Do you know he has a wife and a small child?” - “Well, she is not his wife, and the child is not his child! And we don’t want to know about these people!”

Little Bella inherited not only her famous father's appearance, but also his musicality

Blame the wife

Turetsky himself does not comment on this story and only once in an interview with the magazine “Caravan of Stories” he mentioned that time:

“Some girls made attempts to make a husband out of me. Then I went to the Chief Rabbi of Russia Adolf Solomonovich Shaevich and said:

What to do? I was pushed against the wall.

If you can’t get married, don’t get married,” he answered.

I could, because my career, the formation of the choir and obligations to myself and the team seemed much more important than novels.”

The reason, of course, is not career, says Nosik. “He came under pressure from Liana; for some reason she furiously doesn’t want him to recognize his daughter. For some reason, it is important for her that this story remains a secret. It is clear that they now have their own lives, many children, but it would be nice if he recognized Bella. The problem here is to persuade Liana...

Turetsky has a obsession with the topic of Jewry.

Emigrant Liana seduced TURKISH with high heels and sexy slits in her clothes

Fifty generations of my ancestors married only their own,” says Mikhail.

Perhaps they did not agree with Tanya on this?

What are you talking about? Tanya is a real Jew,” says Nosik, himself a famous Jew.

Borodovskaya herself still has not found an explanation for Mikhail’s action.

“I don’t have a tragedy,” she says. - What happened, happened. People break up. There is nothing you can do about it: they meet other men and women and go their separate ways. This is how life works. I didn’t look for the reason for Misha’s actions. I accepted the situation as it is. You could go into anger, or you could accept everything, move on and be happy. I chose the second path. I have no complaints about him. What he doesn't talk about Bella is his own business. What can I do? I don't force him to do this. And I don’t want to take revenge.

Bella is a citizen of Germany, where she has a birth certificate, where Mikhail Borisovich Turetsky is written in the “father” column.

Misha was included in the certificate with his voluntary consent, confirms Tanya. - They asked me who the father was, I named him, they sent him a letter, he agreed with it.

Plus there are heaps of letters, testimonies, and photographs together.

Still

He doesn’t quietly deny that this is his child,” says Bokiy. - He visits her in Germany, gives her gifts, but categorically refuses to utter the word “daughter.”

Why haven't I told this story yet? What will this change? - says Tanya. - Turetsky and I have a daughter, and he takes care of her as best he can. We can call him at any time. Don’t forget that we live in another country; people here don’t know who Mikhail Turetsky is. But Bella knows that she has a dad, that he is an artist, she was at Misha’s concerts. When we come to Moscow, he communicates with her, when he comes to Germany, too. Once he even took her to his family. I don't think Misha is a bad person. He's a good person. Without his care, I would not be able to raise a child. We are relatives to each other.

Tatyana is probably afraid of losing her source of finance, so she does not tell unpleasant details. Turetsky often transfers money to Germany through Anton Nosik.

Mikhail surrounded by his beloved women: on the left is his wife Liana, on the right is her daughter Sarina, whom Mikhail adopted

Recently Tanya turned to Mikhail: “You are now celebrating your 50th anniversary, well, invite Bella to Moscow.” The choirmaster refused.

For some reason, many people think that Turkish is blue,” Bokiy argues. – But this is not true, Misha is a very smart guy. She loves herself, that's why she takes care of herself. And in general, he has delusions of grandeur: he believes that there are only three artists on stage: Pugacheva, Kobzon and him.

Tatyana Borodovskaya is still alone. She spends all her energy on her children - an adult son from her first marriage and a 10-year-old daughter.

After Mikhail, I didn’t arrange my personal life,” Tanya admitted. - She never got married. Well, maybe I didn’t want to.

Do you still love Turkish?

Well, this is a personal question. There was a beautiful story, it ended like everything ends in this life. People break up - it happens.

Alien-friend

Turetsky first married at the age of 21 to his Gnesinka classmate Elena.

For the sake of his family, Mikhail worked as a private driver, worked as a watchman and loader in a supermarket, and as a janitor.

In 1989, Elena Turetskaya died in a car accident.

Mikhail’s mother-in-law Zoya asked him to sign documents for the child’s refusal and give his granddaughter Natasha to her.

I said: “I won’t sign anything. Jews never give up on their children,” Mikhail tells how it happened.

Now my daughter Natasha is already 28 years old, she graduated from law school, and works in her father’s team - she manages the website of the Turetsky Choir...

The star's parents Boris EPSTEIN and Bella TURETSKAYA have been married for 66 years

Then Mikhail met Borodovskaya, and later, when she was expecting a child from Turkey, on tour in America he met Liana - her father was a concert organizer in Texas.

“As an artist who spent a month on tour, Liana’s appearance - her high heels and open belly - made an indelible impression on me,” Mikhail recalls. - I suggested going to a restaurant.

After drinking cocktails, Turkish and Liana spent the night together. Thus began a romance. Turetsky persuaded Liana to leave America for Moscow. However, a problem arose: Liana has a daughter from her first marriage, Sarina (now 15 years old), who could not be taken out of the USA. Then Turetsky adopted her and gave her his last name. He raises the girl as his own (that is, he does not recognize his own, but adopted someone else’s child).

fuck
Nov 28 2015 10:13AM

You don't understand anything about music. There are only two such choirs and voices like Turetsky’s. And it doesn’t matter who he is: Jewish or Ethiopian

the main thing is the pleasure they bring to people

Lola
Apr 10 2012 4:25PM

In fact, he and Liana also have a daughter, Sarina, she is 15-16 years old. For some reason, journalists forgot about her. And as for unrecognized daughters, the Turkish charming man may well have children in different corners planets :)) So what? All this hype is either PR or an attempt to annoy a successful musician, nothing more.

Valery
Mar 4 2012 1:30PM

I listened to the CD “Turkish Choir” (gift) once and that’s it,

as it was cut: no more needed!

How tired it is: where the Jews are, there, of course,

problems, but I’m generally silent about Germany: only a few survived from those who destroyed the Jews, and all taxpayers must pay tribute to the Jews!? In addition, for non-recognition of the so-called Holocaust, faces criminal liability! So much for freedom of opinion, democracy, your mother...

Eddie
Mar 4 2012 11:24AM

And I like him. There would be more such men. Even I would marry someone like that. And there is no need to play up nationality here. Turn on the TV or radio, there are such types of human vices, against the background of which non-payment of supposed alimony is nonsense. And a man is not obliged to marry all the aunts who, for various reasons, were given to him. The golden rule for women who do not believe in God is first registration at the registry office, wedding and then wedding night. Children are born in marriage and there are no such problems. At Sholokhov's Quiet Don": “The bitch won’t want it, the dog won’t jump up.” You will also remember a certain An...lu, who in the back room treated the small whitish pottsik of one athlete with her working lips and now has become very rich, spat into the thermostat, then what she spat was injected into her in the vagina and that’s it. The new dad went nuts and just whispered offendedly something about a blowjob. Rich and successful men need to be careful, even a used condom can be turned into action by resourceful women.

Captain von Lemke
Mar 3 2012 4:47PM

Poor Germany - how many of these innumerable Turkish people have to support, and even pay tribute to Israel for decades!

Murlo
Mar 2 2012 9:09PM

The main thing is that the man himself is not an idiot, but just a Jew...

But the deffs... They're more like idiots and it doesn't matter who their mother is :)

Murlo
Mar 2 2012 12:12PM

But life has made its own adjustments to these plans, and now Mikhail cannot imagine his life without his beloved daughters: 27-year-old Natasha, 14-year-old Sarina, 5-year-old Emmanuelle and 2-year-old Beata - and his adored wife Liana, although he embarrassedly admits that his youngest daughter Beata was his first child, whom he saw immediately after giving birth - he always learned about the birth of his older children first, while he was far from home on a tour.

Mikhail, how did you realize that you had met your betrothed?

My first wife Elena died in a terrible car accident when our daughter Natasha was 5 years old. Of course, my state of mind at that time was “appropriate to the occasion,” so I threw myself into work, and my personal life took a back seat. But years passed - and after meeting Liana, which occurred during our choir’s tour in America, I felt that I had met “my” person. Liana's father was involved in organizing our tours. In the foyer our eyes met, and... Although nothing formally happened between us - we went to a cafe and talked for 2 hours - I felt that she had hooked me, and from every city where we were on tour, I called Liana: our record There were 6 hours of communication on the phone. Although our relationship did not develop easily, because we lived in different countries and saw each other infrequently. At first, Liana was afraid to give up everything right away, because at that time she was quite successfully working as a programmer. But at some point the question arose, and Liana came to me in Moscow to meet my parents and daughter Natasha. The “bride” went wonderfully, my family was “categorically in favor” of the appearance of such a wonderful new relative, and I began to persuade Liana to quit her job and move to Moscow. Although for some time we still lived in two countries, and Sarina was born in the USA.

Was it difficult?

Liana – wise woman. She understands that a career cannot replace a family and a woman’s purpose is to give birth to children. So eventually she actually quit her job and moved in with me. We began to live together in a small two-room apartment with my daughter Natasha, who by that time was already 17 years old.

How did Natasha perceive the appearance of a “new mother” in the house?

Liana never tried to become Natasha’s mother, but she quickly became friends with my daughter. During adolescence, it was Liana who helped Natasha in many ways with female advice.

How did Natasha react to the message that she would soon have a brother or sister?

She was in seventh heaven because for a long time dreamed of a brother or sister! Moreover, for several years Natasha and Sarina even slept in the same bed, and now they are very close. True, Sarinka, when she was little, was terribly jealous of Natasha and her friends. Especially when Natasha went for a walk in the evening. Sarina constantly reproached her that Natasha loved her friends more than her sister. Although Natasha adored the baby; Moreover, we didn’t have a nanny yet, and Natasha helped us a lot. If Liana and I went somewhere, we were always calm about the baby: we knew that Natasha would feed, bathe her younger sister and put her to bed.

How has your life changed since Sarina appeared?

Personally, my life has changed very little: I spend most of my time on tour, so I can’t boast of stories about rocking a baby to sleep at 5 o’clock in the morning. My wife and eldest daughter helped me out in this matter. But with everyone next child I am becoming an increasingly experienced dad: when Emmanuelle was born, I spent more time with the children, and by the time Beata was born I even managed to end up in the maternity hospital. I will never forget the doctor to whom I shouted in euphoria: “Doctor, doctor, look, she was just born, and she already has hair!” And the doctor looks at me in bewilderment and says: “Mikhail Borisovich, this is your fourth child.” But for me, seeing my newborn daughter was truly a culture shock.

How do you feel about the idea of partner birth?

We didn’t even discuss this topic in our family. Liana understood that I was a creative, impressionable person, and she did not want me to see any intimate details of the birth of a child. I think that such issues are resolved individually in each couple; perhaps if I were a doctor myself, the idea of being present at the birth would not offend me. But my wife, in my opinion, didn’t need this either. It’s really better to leave some delicate details behind the scenes, so that the wife always remains a mystery.

Did you plan to have children or did everything work out “spontaneously”?

Children appeared spontaneously, although every time very on time. Natasha was really looking forward to Sarina, then, when Natasha began to live separately, Sarina began to feel very sad alone and asked us for a brother or sister. Liana and I had somehow not yet fully decided whether we wanted another child or not, when suddenly my wife invited Sarina and me to a restaurant on Valentine’s Day and solemnly handed me... a positive pregnancy test. Sarina also asked me: “Daddy, this is probably a thermometer?” Of course, we decided that since this had already happened, then so be it.

How did you find out that you would become a father again?

My wife called me while she was in Dubai and told me that she was pregnant again. Of course, I immediately said: “Hurray, of course we’re giving birth!” To be honest, I kept hoping for a son. But who knows, maybe Liana and I will still have him.

How did you choose your children's names?

His wife decided to name her daughter Sarina. It means "little princess". Moreover, when the wife first found out about her pregnancy, she bought a large porcelain doll with curly hair, and Sarina really looks very much like this doll. But I came up with the name for our second daughter. I've been going through it for a very long time different options, but couldn’t make a decision when he suddenly went on tour and found himself on the same plane with Emmanuel Vitorgan, whom his wife affectionately calls Emma. And I liked it so much that I returned home and told Liana that we would name our daughter Emmanuel (the ending “el” means “close to God” in Hebrew). When Beata was born, my wife and I also spent a very long time choosing a name. For two whole months they could not name the child. The main criterion was a name starting with the letter “b”. Three years before Beata’s birth, my mother died (her name was Bella), and soon after the birth of our youngest daughter, my father (Boris) also passed away. We looked through all the name reference books and finally settled on the international name Beata.

In what country were your children born?

His wife gave birth to Sarina in America, and the youngest, Emmanuel and Beata, were born in Moscow. This was largely due to the fact that my wife’s parents moved to Moscow with us after Emma’s birth, and we felt that there was no point in giving birth overseas and then transporting a tiny baby on a plane: the level of medical care in the capital is decent, no worse American And the main advantage is that the birth is delivered by the same doctor who has managed his wife’s pregnancies twice already and knows her thoroughly. Liana says that if we have more children, she will give birth to them with the same doctor in Moscow.

Do you often take your children on tour?

To be honest, I categorically did not want my children to want to become artists. For example, Natasha has a wonderful voice, and at one time she talked about how she would like to become a singer, but I insisted that my daughter get a serious profession as a lawyer and realize her vocal talents in karaoke. Now Natasha works as a lawyer in our team. But with Sarina, I somehow missed the moment. We constantly went on tours and rehearsals with the child, because before Emmochka was born, my wife’s parents lived in the USA, and we didn’t have a nanny, so Sarina and early childhood grew up behind the scenes. And she already categorically began to insist on studying music. I tried to prevent this: I said that I would be allowed to study music only on the violin (the most difficult of all possible instruments for a child), but after a year of tireless “squealing”, which was listened to by my wife 99% of the time, and not by me, Liana prayed that the child would -were transferred to the piano class. After all, the piano is electronic, and you can play music on it with headphones. I had to meet my wife halfway. But then Sarina began to very actively assert herself in music: this year she graduates from music school. And in America, where Sarina and her wife’s parents spend every summer, two years ago she won an international competition in Los Angeles, where she received the Grand Prix as a model and 7 gold medals in several other categories, in particular for vocal performance and dance. Sarina actively participates in various music competitions, she is already invited to shows and commercials as a model, she sings in the youth group “Bissektrisa”, and their song is included in the “Hot Children’s Ten” on Muz-TV, she hosted the children’s festival “Kinotavrik”, and is now filming movie in one of the main roles. But she does all this exclusively herself. I, as I already said, am against the stage career of my children. Of course, I won’t interfere, but I won’t help either. Looking at Sarina, I try to take the younger children backstage less often.

Do you have a nanny?

We hired a nanny only after Beata’s birth, when my wife’s parents went to America with Sarina and Emma for the summer. This woman, Tatyana, was recommended to her wife by a friend, and even then Liana kept an eye on her for a long time. But now, of course, we already consider Tatyana our dear person: the children adore her.

How do you spend time with your children?

There are many leisure options: we can go to the theater, to the museum, to the skating rink.

Do you have your own hardening system?

I really love the bathhouse and take my children there: we all like to steam in the bathhouse and run out into the snow. I introduced all the children to winter sports - skiing and skating.

Would you send your younger children to kindergarten or are you for home education?

Of course, children should communicate with peers, and Emmanuel is already going to kindergarten, and Beata will start going to school next year preparatory group kindergarten - twice a week for two hours. When younger children visit America, they also go to kindergarten there to learn the language.

How would you describe the personalities of your children?

They are completely different. Natasha is calm, reasonable, very kind and correct. Sarina is purposeful and hardworking, Emmanuelle is very energetic and cheerful, but it’s still hard for me to say about Beata. She is still asserting herself in our “creative team.”

Do you spoil your children with gifts?

I became careful in this regard after very unsuccessful attempt to fulfill Sarina's cherished wish. She loves animals, and for her birthday a few years ago I decided to give her a gorgeous gift - a large parrot. We went to choose him together, brought him home, and the child was simply in ecstasy, but... several days passed and I realized that I was feeling very bad. I even had to see a doctor, and to our horror, it turned out that I was allergic to parrots! You should have seen Sarina’s face when I told her that the parrot would have to move to Natasha for permanent residence. Sarina, without thinking for a second, asked me: “Daddy, maybe you’d rather live with Natasha?” Since then I have been careful with gifts... But last year New Year, when the children got very sick, the wife “gave some slack” and bought them a dog, which they had been asking her for for a long time. True, this time we have already built a special house on the street for our new friend, so that the dog does not repeat the fate of the parrot.

Your wife looks great after giving birth to three children. Tell us the secret, how does she manage to do this?

She just always emphasizes her femininity, and while expecting a child too. Even in the last stages of pregnancy, Liana looked “stunning.” In general, if a woman takes care of herself and wants to remain beautiful and fashionable, a man admires his wife even in the ninth month of pregnancy.

You have big family, a lot of worries. Do you manage to find time for romantic trips with your wife?

Liana helps me with administrative work: we fly together to all important concerts abroad, and such absences from home for 2–3 days help us disconnect for a while from the everyday hustle and bustle. But we don’t go on vacation together. After all, once a year our whole family goes to the sea with all the children. This is sacred.