Zharkov what where when. Georgy Zharkov: why was the honorary member of the “What? Where? When?" 

Georgy Vadimovich Zharkov(December 7, Vladimir - February 28, ibid.) - Russian participant in the intellectual games “What? Where? When? "(television and sports versions). Member of the Public Chamber of the Vladimir Region (since 2015). He was a participant in several high-profile scandals. In 2004, he was disqualified for 3 years for violating the regulations of the “City Cup” and “Russian Cup” tournaments in the game “What? Where? When?”, and in 2007 he was sentenced to 4.5 years of suspended imprisonment on charges of sexual assault and unlawful imprisonment.

Education, work and social activities

Since 2012, he has been the editor of the information and analytical website trend33.com.

He was buried at the Ulybyshevo city cemetery.

Participation in “What? Where? When?"

Violation of tournament regulations and disqualification

Rape case

On November 12, 2004, Georgy Zharkov at the Vladimir railway station met 19-year-old Nizhny Novgorod resident Alexander Pogodin, who suffered from mental retardation. He traveled from Nizhny Novgorod to Moscow in search of work, but at that moment he was unable to get a job. Zharkov invited him to spend the night with him. Later, during the investigation, Zharkov stated that the young man was on the verge of an epileptic seizure, but Pogodin himself claimed that at that moment he felt fine. They went to an apartment that Zharkov rented for training at a local intellectual club.

Further, according to the testimony of Alexander Pogodin, Zharkov persuaded him to have oral sex. According to the testimony of neighbors, that night “noise, screams were heard from this apartment, someone was moving something, throwing something.” On November 15, when Zharkov left the apartment and locked the door, Pogodin decided to run through the window along a rope made of laundry, but fell near the fifth floor (the apartment was on the tenth) and fell on an Audi 100 parked under the window, causing serious injuries he did not receive it, and the car was badly damaged. The owner of the damaged car contacted the police. The police tracked down Pogodin, and after listening to his testimony, tracked down Zharkov. A criminal case was opened against Zharkov under articles 127 (unlawful imprisonment) and 132 (violent acts of a sexual nature) of the Criminal Code. Another man, who wished not to give his name, testified as a witness in the case. He claimed that for 10 years (from 1993 to 2003) he suffered from sexual harassment by Georgy Zharkov.

On August 22, 2007, the court found Zharkov guilty and sentenced him to 4.5 years of suspended imprisonment. On October 30, 2009, the probationary period ended and Zharkov’s criminal record was cleared.

Opinions on the case

Georgy Zharkov himself did not admit his guilt. In an interview with Komsomolskaya Pravda, he did not rule out that the case could be ordered.

Students of educational institutions where he taught also reported Zharkov’s sexual harassment of male students, as reported by Komsomolskaya Pravda.

After a very unusual “spike” in temperature, which occurred after returning home from the “floors,” nothing special happened to me for several days. I felt great, except for the fact that thoughts about a girl with violet eyes constantly agitated my nervous brain, clinging to every, even absurd thought, how and where I could find her again... Returning to Mental many times , I tried to find Wei’s world, which we had seen earlier, but it seemed that it was now lost forever - everything was in vain... The girl disappeared, and I had no idea where to look for her...
A week has passed. The first frost has already hit the yard. Going out into the street, the cold air was still unusually breathtaking, and the bright blinding winter sun made my eyes water. Timidly dusting the bare branches of the trees with fluffy flakes, the first snow fell. And in the mornings, cheerful Grandfather Frost walked playfully, glistening with frozen blue puddles, painting the windows with fancy patterns. Winter was slowly starting...
I was sitting at home, leaning against the warm stove (at that time our house was still heated by stoves) and calmly enjoying reading another “new product,” when suddenly I felt the usual tingling in my chest, in the same place where the purple crystal was located. I raised my head - huge, slanting violet eyes were seriously looking straight at me... She stood calmly in the middle of the room, just as amazingly fragile and unusual, and held out a wonderful red flower to me in her tiny palm. My first panicky thought was to quickly close the door, so that God forbid, no one comes in!..
“No need, no one can see me except you anyway,” the girl said calmly.
Her thoughts sounded very unusual in my brain, as if someone was not quite correctly translating someone else’s speech. But, nevertheless, I understood her perfectly.
– You were looking for me - why? – Veya asked, looking carefully into my eyes.
Her gaze was also very unusual - as if, along with her gaze, she simultaneously conveyed images that I had never seen, and the meaning of which, unfortunately, I did not yet understand.
- And so? – the “star” baby asked, smiling.
Something “flashed” in my head... and a mind-blowing vision of a completely alien, but incredibly beautiful world opened up... Apparently the one in which she once lived. This world was somewhat similar to the one we had already seen (which she created for herself on the “floors”), and yet, somehow it was a little different, as if there I was looking at a painted picture, and now I suddenly saw this picture in reality. ..
Above the emerald green, very “juicy” earth, illuminating everything around with an unusual bluish light, a stunningly beautiful and bright, violet-blue sun rose merrily... It was an alien, apparently alien, morning... All the greenery growing wildly here, from of the sun's rays falling on her, sparkled with golden-violet diamonds of the “local” morning dew, and, happily washing herself with them, prepared for the coming new wonderful day... Everything around was fragrant with incredibly rich colors, too bright for ours, accustomed to everything “earthly” , eye. In the distance, almost “dense”, soft pink curly clouds, like beautiful pink pillows, swirled across the sky covered with a golden haze. Suddenly, on the opposite side, the sky flashed brightly golden.... I turned around and froze in surprise - on the other side, an incredibly huge, golden-pink, second sun rose royally!.. It was much larger than the first, and it seemed that it was larger than itself planets... But its rays, unlike the first, for some reason shone incomparably softer and more affectionately, reminiscent of a warm “fluffy” hug... It seemed that this huge, kind luminary was already tired of everyday worries, but still, out of habit, gave this incredibly beautiful planet received its last warmth and, already “getting ready to retire,” gladly gave way to the young, “biting” sun, which was just beginning its celestial journey and was shining brightly and cheerfully, not afraid to splash its young heat, generously flooding everything around with light.
Looking around in surprise, I suddenly noticed a bizarre phenomenon - the plants had a second shadow... And for some reason it contrasted very sharply with the illuminated part - as if the chiaroscuro was painted with bright, flashy colors, sharply opposite to each other. In the shadow part, the air shimmered with bright miniature stars, flashing at the slightest movement. It was crazy beautiful... and incredibly interesting. The awakened magical world sounded with thousands of unfamiliar voices, as if joyfully announcing its happy awakening to the entire universe. I very strongly, almost in reality, felt how incredibly clean the air was here! It was fragrant, filled with surprisingly pleasant, unfamiliar smells, which were somehow subtly reminiscent of the smells of roses, if there were a thousand different varieties of them here at the same time. Everywhere, as far as the eye could see, the same bright red, huge “poppies” were red... And only then did I remember that Veya had brought me the same flower! I extended my hand to her - the flower smoothly flowed from her fragile palm onto my palm, and suddenly, something strongly “clicked” in my chest... I was surprised to see how an amazing crystal... It pulsated and changed all the time, as if showing what else it could be. I froze in shock, completely hypnotized by the spectacle that opened, and could not take my eyes off the ever-new beauty that was opening up...
“Well,” Veya said contentedly, “now you can watch it whenever you want!”
– Why is this crystal on my chest if you put it on my forehead? – I finally decided to ask the question that had been tormenting me for several days.

At the age of 49, the owner of the “Crystal Owl” of the “What? Where? When?" Georgy Zharkov.

At the age of 50, a famous member of the club of experts, owner of the “Crystal Owl”, a notorious blogger, a member of the Public Chamber of the Vladimir Region and a candidate of psychological sciences, Georgy Zharkov, passed away.

Recently, Georgy Zharkov has been seriously ill and recently suffered a heart attack.

Until recently, in addition to his social activities, Zharkov taught at the Murom branch of the Vladimir Pedagogical University.

According to local media, farewell to Georgy Zharkov will take place on the morning of March 2 in the funeral hall of the forensic medical examination service on Bolshaya Nizhegorodskaya Street, 65.

Georgy Zharkov

He graduated from the Vladimir State Pedagogical University (history department), and later began teaching psychology there.

For some time he taught at the Vladimir College of Culture and Art. He had a PhD in psychological sciences.

Participated in the creation of the democratic movement "Solidarity" in the Vladimir region.

A well-known participant in the intellectual games “What? Where? When?". I have played the television version since 1994.

In the summer series of 1998 he received a prize "Crystal Owl". He also participated in tournaments in the sports version of the game.

Since 1996 - Chairman of the Vladimir Intellectual Games Club.

Scandal on “What? Where? When?"

On February 1, 2004, the commission of the International Association of ChGK Clubs found Zharkov guilty of violating the rules for holding sports ChGK tournaments. Thus, it was established that at the “City Cup” (April 2003) Zharkov told the tournament organizing committee an email address allegedly belonging to the tournament host, and he himself received questions to it. As a result, his team took third place.

He tried to do the same at the Russian Cup, but the deception was exposed. The commission disqualified Georgy Zharkov for 3 years - until February 1, 2007, then on October 2, 2004 the period of disqualification was reduced to 1 year.

After a series of public statements by Georgy Zharkov in 2008, some players, including Alexander Liber, Maxim Potashev, Alexander Druz, announced their refusal to invite Zharkov to all tournaments they organize and their refusal to participate in any tournaments where Zharkov plays.

Organizer of the “Hot Winter” tournament (since 2008 it has been held in Murom under the name “Hot Winter on the Murom Path”, since 2009 - “Hot Spring on the Murom Path”).

Since 2008, he played for the team “Teachers of the MF MSPS”.

Rape scandal

Later, during the investigation, Zharkov stated that the young man was on the verge of an epileptic seizure, but Pogodin himself claimed that at that moment he felt fine. They went to the apartment that Zharkov rented for training at a local intellectual club.

According to the testimony of neighbors, that night “noise, screams were heard from this apartment, someone was moving something, throwing something.”

On November 15, when Zharkov left the apartment and locked the door, Pogodin decided to run through the window along a rope made of laundry, but fell near the fifth floor (the apartment was on the tenth) and fell on an Audi 100 parked under the window, causing serious injuries he did not receive it, and the car was badly damaged. The owner of the damaged car contacted the police.

The police tracked down Pogodin, and after listening to his testimony, tracked down Zharkov. A criminal case was opened against Zharkov under articles 127 (unlawful imprisonment) and 132 (violent acts of a sexual nature) of the Criminal Code.

Another man, who wished not to give his name, testified as a witness in the case. He claimed that for 10 years (from 1993 to 2003) he suffered from sexual harassment by Georgy Zharkov.

Georgy Zharkov himself did not admit his guilt. In an interview with Komsomolskaya Pravda, he did not rule out that the case could be ordered.

According to media reports, among the participants and employees of the television program “What? Where? When?" The news of Zharkov's conviction did not cause surprise - many had long suspected that he had such inclinations.

Students of educational institutions where he taught also reported Zharkov’s sexual harassment of male students.

Zharkov's unconventional sexual inclinations were repeatedly manifested in his behavior in everyday life.

Georgy Zharkov gropes a deputy

On August 22, 2007, the court found Zharkov guilty and sentenced him to 4.5 years of suspended imprisonment.

(2016-02-28 ) (49 years old)

Education, work and social activities

Since 2012, he has been the editor of the information and analytical website trend33.com.

He was buried at the Ulybyshevo city cemetery.

Participation in “What? Where? When?"

Violation of tournament regulations and disqualification

Rape case

Further, according to the testimony of Alexander Pogodin, Zharkov persuaded him to have oral sex. According to the testimony of neighbors, that night “noise, screams were heard from this apartment, someone was moving something, throwing something.” On November 15, when Zharkov left the apartment and locked the door, Pogodin decided to run through the window along a rope made of laundry, but fell near the fifth floor (the apartment was on the tenth) and fell on an Audi 100 parked under the window, causing serious injuries he did not receive it, and the car was badly damaged. The owner of the damaged car contacted the police. The police tracked down Pogodin, and after listening to his testimony, tracked down Zharkov. A criminal case was opened against Zharkov under articles of the Criminal Code. Another man, who wished not to give his name, testified as a witness in the case. He claimed that for 10 years (from 1993 to 2003) he suffered from sexual harassment by Georgy Zharkov.

Opinions on the case

Georgy Zharkov himself did not admit his guilt. In an interview with Komsomolskaya Pravda, he did not rule out that the case could be ordered.

Students of educational institutions where he taught also reported Zharkov’s sexual harassment of male students, as reported by Komsomolskaya Pravda.

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“A dog is in trouble, a living dog is in trouble,” Denisov said after him - the highest mockery of a cavalryman at a mounted infantryman, and, approaching Rostov, he burst out laughing.
– He recaptured the infantry, recaptured the transport by force! - he said. - Well, shouldn’t people die of hunger?
The carts that approached the hussars were assigned to an infantry regiment, but, having been informed through Lavrushka that this transport was coming alone, Denisov and the hussars repulsed it by force. The soldiers were given plenty of crackers, even shared with other squadrons.
The next day, the regimental commander called Denisov to him and told him, covering his eyes with open fingers: “I look at it like this, I don’t know anything and I won’t start anything; but I advise you to go to headquarters and there, in the provisions department, settle this matter, and, if possible, sign that you received so much food; otherwise, the demand is written down on the infantry regiment: the matter will arise and may end badly.”
Denisov went directly from the regimental commander to headquarters, with a sincere desire to carry out his advice. In the evening he returned to his dugout in a position in which Rostov had never seen his friend before. Denisov could not speak and was choking. When Rostov asked him what was wrong with him, he only uttered incomprehensible curses and threats in a hoarse and weak voice...
Frightened by Denisov's situation, Rostov asked him to undress, drink water and sent for a doctor.
- Try me for crime - oh! Give me some more water - let them judge, but I will, I will always beat the scoundrels, and I will tell the sovereign. Give me some ice,” he said.
The regimental doctor who came said that it was necessary to bleed. A deep plate of black blood came out of Denisov’s shaggy hand, and then only he was able to tell everything that happened to him.
“I’m coming,” Denisov said. - “Well, where is your boss here?” Shown. Would you like to wait? “I have work, I came 30 miles away, I don’t have time to wait, report.” Okay, this chief thief comes out: he also decided to teach me: This is robbery! - “Robbery, I say, is committed not by the one who takes provisions to feed his soldiers, but by the one who takes it to put it in his pocket!” So would you like to remain silent? "Fine". Sign, he says, with the commission agent, and your case will be handed over to the command. I come to the commission agent. I enter - at the table... Who?! No, just think!...Who is starving us, - Denisov shouted, hitting the table with the fist of his sore hand, so hard that the table almost fell and the glasses jumped on it, - Telyanin! “What, are you starving us?!” Once, once in the face, deftly it was necessary... “Ah... with this and that and... began to roll. But I was amused, I can say,” Denisov shouted, baring his white teeth joyfully and angrily from under his black mustache. “I would have killed him if they hadn’t taken him away.”
“Why are you shouting, calm down,” Rostov said: “here the blood is starting again.” Wait, I need to bandage it. Denisov was bandaged and put to bed. The next day he woke up cheerful and calm. But at noon, the regimental adjutant with a serious and sad face came to the common dugout of Denisov and Rostov and with regret showed a uniform paper to Major Denisov from the regimental commander, in which inquiries were made about yesterday's incident. The adjutant reported that the matter was about to take a very bad turn, that a military court commission had been appointed and that with the real severity regarding the looting and willfulness of the troops, in a happy case, the matter could end in demotion.
The case was presented by those offended in such a way that, after the transport was recaptured, Major Denisov, without any summons, came to the chief of provisions in a drunken state, called him a thief, threatened him with beatings, and when he was taken out, he rushed into the office and beat up two officials and sprained one's arm.
Denisov, in response to Rostov’s new questions, laughingly said that it seemed like someone else had turned up here, but that all this was nonsense, nonsense, that he didn’t even think of being afraid of any courts, and that if these scoundrels dare to bully him, he would answer them so that they will remember.
Denisov spoke disparagingly about this whole matter; but Rostov knew him too well not to notice that in his soul (hiding it from others) he was afraid of the trial and was tormented by this matter, which, obviously, was supposed to have bad consequences. Every day, papers began to arrive, requests to the court, and on the first of May Denisov was ordered to hand over the squadron to his senior man and appear at the division headquarters for explanations in the case of rioting in the provisions commission. On the eve of this day, Platov made reconnaissance of the enemy with two Cossack regiments and two squadrons of hussars. Denisov, as always, rode ahead of the line, flaunting his courage. One of the bullets fired by the French riflemen hit him in the flesh of his upper leg. Maybe at another time Denisov would not have left the regiment with such a light wound, but now he took advantage of this opportunity, refused to report to the division and went to the hospital.

In June, the Battle of Friedland took place, in which the Pavlograd residents did not participate, and after it a truce was declared. Rostov, who deeply felt the absence of his friend, having had no news about him since his departure and worrying about the progress of his case and his wounds, took advantage of the truce and asked to go to the hospital to visit Denisov.
The hospital was located in a small Prussian town, twice devastated by Russian and French troops. Precisely because it was in the summer, when it was so nice in the field, this place, with its broken roofs and fences and its dirty streets, ragged inhabitants and drunken and sick soldiers wandering around it, presented a particularly gloomy sight.
In a stone house, in a courtyard with the remains of a dismantled fence, some broken frames and glass, there was a hospital. Several bandaged, pale and swollen soldiers walked and sat in the courtyard in the sun.
As soon as Rostov entered the door of the house, he was overwhelmed by the smell of a rotting body and a hospital. On the stairs he met a Russian military doctor with a cigar in his mouth. A Russian paramedic followed the doctor.
“I can’t burst,” said the doctor; - Come to Makar Alekseevich in the evening, I’ll be there. – The paramedic asked him something else.
- Eh! do as you please! Doesn't it matter? - The doctor saw Rostov climbing the stairs.
- Why are you here, your honor? - said the doctor. - Why are you here? Or the bullet didn’t kill you, so you want to get typhus? Here, father, is the house of lepers.
- Why? - asked Rostov.
- Typhus, father. Whoever rises will die. Only the two of us with Makeyev (he pointed to the paramedic) are chatting here. At this point, about five of our brother doctors died. “Whatever the new guy does, he’ll be ready in a week,” the doctor said with visible pleasure. “They called Prussian doctors, because our allies don’t like that.”
Rostov explained to him that he wanted to see the hussar major Denisov lying here.
- I don’t know, I don’t know, father. Just think, I have three hospitals for one person, 400 patients are too many! It’s also good, the Prussian ladies who are benefactors send us coffee and lint at two pounds a month, otherwise they would be lost. - He laughed. – 400, father; and they keep sending me new ones. After all, there are 400? A? – he turned to the paramedic.
The paramedic looked exhausted. He was apparently waiting with annoyance to see how soon the chattering doctor would leave.
“Major Denisov,” Rostov repeated; – he was wounded near Moliten.
- It seems he died. Eh, Makeev? – the doctor asked the paramedic indifferently.
The paramedic, however, did not confirm the doctor’s words.
- Why is he so long and reddish? - asked the doctor.
Rostov described Denisov's appearance.
“There was, there was one,” the doctor said as if joyfully, “this one must have died, but I can handle it, I had the lists.” Do you have it, Makeev?
“Makar Alekseich has the lists,” said the paramedic. “Come to the officers’ quarters, you’ll see for yourself there,” he added, turning to Rostov.
“Eh, it’s better not to go, father,” said the doctor, “otherwise you might end up staying here.” “But Rostov bowed to the doctor and asked the paramedic to accompany him.
“Don’t blame me too much,” the doctor shouted from under the stairs.
Rostov and the paramedic entered the corridor. The hospital smell was so strong in this dark corridor that Rostov grabbed his nose and had to stop to gather his strength and move on. A door opened to the right, and a thin, yellow man, barefoot and wearing only underwear, leaned out on crutches.
He leaned against the lintel and looked at those passing by with shining, envious eyes. Looking through the door, Rostov saw that the sick and wounded were lying there on the floor, on straw and overcoats.
-Can I come in and have a look? - asked Rostov.
- What should I watch? - said the paramedic. But precisely because the paramedic obviously did not want to let him in, Rostov entered the soldiers’ chambers. The smell he had already smelled in the corridor was even stronger here. This smell has changed somewhat here; he was sharper, and one could feel that this was where he came from.
In a long room, brightly lit by the sun through large windows, the sick and wounded lay in two rows, with their heads to the walls and leaving a passage in the middle. Most of them were in oblivion and did not pay attention to those who entered. Those who were in memory all stood up or raised their thin, yellow faces, and all with the same expression of hope for help, reproach and envy of other people's health, without taking their eyes off, looked at Rostov. Rostov went out into the middle of the room, looked into the neighboring rooms with open doors, and saw the same thing on both sides. He stopped, silently looking around him. He never expected to see this. In front of them lay almost across the middle aisle, on the bare floor, a sick man, probably a Cossack, because his hair was cut into a brace. This Cossack was lying on his back, with his huge arms and legs outstretched. His face was crimson red, his eyes were completely rolled back, so that only the whites were visible, and on his bare feet and on his hands, which were still red, the veins were strained like ropes. He hit the back of his head on the floor and said something hoarsely and began to repeat the word. Rostov listened to what he was saying and made out the word he was repeating. The word was: drink - drink - drink! Rostov looked around, looking for someone who could put this patient in his place and give him water.

Eorgy Vadimovich Zharkov was a native of the city of Vladimir. He was born there in 1966 and graduated from the Faculty of History of the Pedagogical University there, where he later engaged in teaching. For some time, Zharkov worked as a psychologist at school, and later even received a PhD in this field. Zharkov actively participated in public life, in particular, he became the author and initiator of some educational projects, and also after participating in the game “What? Where? When?" founded an intellectual club in his native Vladimir.

Georgy Zharkov first appeared on screen in 1994 as a player in a television quiz show. After 4 years, he was awarded the most important prize of this show, the Crystal Owl. Zharkov was a regular at the intellectual casino until 2004, when he was disqualified for violating the rules of the game for 12 months. In addition, in the same year, a criminal case was opened against Georgy Zharkov.

In mid-November 2004, Georgy Zharkov met a certain Alexander Pogodin at the Vladimir railway station. A 19-year-old young man who suffered from mental retardation came to Vladimir from Nizhny Novgorod and was looking for a job. Zharkov volunteered to help him with the overnight stay and invited him to his place.

Alexander Pogodin spent two days in the expert’s apartment. Here, according to him, Georgy Zharkov raped him and locked him up. Then the young man decided to use his sheets to descend from the 10th floor, but at some point he could not resist and fell onto a car parked in the yard. Georgy Zharkov explained the victim’s descent on the sheets by saying that Pogodin was mentally ill, but the examination showed that the victim “is not prone to morbid fantasies.”

Alexander Pogodin himself told all this at the trial. However, the accused Zharkov denied everything, citing the mental disabilities of the victim and his alibi. Nevertheless, justice found Georgy Zharkov’s arguments unconvincing, and in 2007 he was found guilty of illegally detaining a person and violent acts. Zharkov was given a suspended sentence of 4.5 years. He was also obliged to pay both the damage caused to Pogodin and to compensate for the losses incurred by the owner of the car.

By court decision, Zharkov was prohibited from leaving Vladimir for 3 years. All this time, Georgy Vadimovich continued to teach and claim that he was slandered. In 2009, due to the fact that Zharkov had no violations during the probationary period, his suspended conviction was removed.

Despite the fact that the period of disqualification of Georgy Zharkov in the intellectual club “What? Where? When?" By that time it had long expired and he never appeared on the screen again. The fact is that the experts refused to play with him. In 2008, they even posted a petition of sorts on LiveJournal.

Georgy Zharkov died in February 2016. According to some reports, he suffered from diabetes and suffered 2 heart attacks shortly before his death.