EntranceQueen of Soviet culture Ekaterina Furtseva. Life stories of Ekaterina Alekseevna Furtseva Death of Ekaterina Furtseva
IN memories of Ekaterina Alekseevna, along with her unbridled character and traditional Russian illness, her beauty and charm are also noted. However, almost nothing is known about the personal life of the “woman on the Mausoleum,” as Furtseva was called.
FIRST LOVE, FIRST CREAM
...KATYA Furtseva stood in front of the mirror by the chest of drawers and meticulously examined her reflection to see if there were traces of tears on her face. No, the night's sobs did not leave any traces. Katya had one peculiarity. In the morning she always looked fresher, even if she didn’t sleep at night, as happened during sessions at the institute or in the first months when Svetlanka was born.
Katya had very strong nerves. And why did she feel so sorry for herself yesterday? As if youth has passed and nothing awaits ahead. Katya smoothed her light brown hair, smoothly parted and gathered into a tight bun, straightened the bow at the collar of her crepe de Chine white blouse and was pleased with herself.
The new dark blue suit fit her well. True, after giving birth, Katya had not yet managed to lose weight, and the strict suit did not hide her plumpness and added age, but she liked it too. In a hip-hugging elongated jacket with padded shoulders, she looked like her favorite character from the film “Member of the Government” performed by Vera Maretskaya. Some told Katya that she had “something in common” in appearance with the famous actress, and Katya herself found that they were similar, and tried to emphasize this similarity in every possible way.
She grew her hair long enough to make a bun, and learned to smile meekly, with a slightly curved mouth, and at the same time there had to be a sad, understanding look. Katya rehearsed both her smile and her gaze in front of the mirror many times until she achieved complete resemblance to her idol.
“And yet she had to tell him that Svetlanka is not his daughter,” suddenly flashed through her head. “Let him jump.”
Best of the day
Katya looked at her five-month-old daughter sleeping in a laundry basket (for lack of a crib), and again her heart sank pitifully. Mother returned from the kitchen and put a hot kettle on the table. Katya quickly had breakfast, hurrying to work. Twenty minutes later she was already entering the doors of the Frunzensky district party committee, and all her nightly fears and thoughts about her ruined life instantly flew out of her head.
It was autumn 1942. Two months ago, the district committee apparatus returned from evacuation from Kuibyshev, and now there was a lot of work to do. During the evacuation, Katya was with her mother Matryona Nikolaevna, whom she had discharged from Vyshny Volochok before the war.
Just the day before she found out that she was pregnant. This news shocked her. They lived with Pyotr Bitkov for seven years, and there were no children, and then suddenly, out of the blue. All this happened, of course, that night when Katya accompanied Peter to the front. On a dark, moonless August night in which they did not sleep a wink. After all, for the first time Katya separated from her husband. The war separated them, and perhaps for a long time.
How frivolous she was that night! Like some stupid girl, lost in love. The world was collapsing, and she loved her husband as if they were on their honeymoon in Crimea. The deadline for getting an abortion was missed. Katya didn’t even suspect she was pregnant until she accidentally ended up in the hospital.
During enemy raids on Moscow, she, along with other residents of the house, was on duty on the roof at night, extinguishing incendiary bombs. She slipped on a sloping roof in the dark, fell, hit her head and received a slight concussion. At the hospital, the doctors told her the stunning news: she was already 10 weeks along.
Katya was afraid that her mother, having learned about the pregnancy, would take her head off her shoulders. But Matryona’s reaction was unexpected: “Of course, give birth! Why can’t we raise one child?” She gave birth in Kuibyshev. The birth was very difficult. Katya, according to doctors, was old-timer; she was already 31.
On May 10, 1942, a girl was born. What to call it was not a question. Of course, the same as the name of the daughter of the leader, dear comrade Stalin, Svetlana. Katya wrote to her husband at the front that he had become a father. Peter really wanted children; he was ten years older than Katya. She received no answer.
In August they returned to Moscow, and Katya thought that the letter from her husband was apparently stuck in Kuibyshev, and her neighbors did not know her Moscow address and could not forward it. And in October, Peter unexpectedly arrived on a business trip.
Katya felt some strange change in her husband. “Probably war,” she thought. But just before leaving, Peter admitted to his wife that he was leaving her. There, at the front, he has another... A short, furious altercation took place between the spouses. Katya reproached her husband for treason and betrayal. The response was: “I’m tired of living with your job!”
CAREER INSTEAD OF FAMILY
...WHEN fate brought them together in 1935 in Leningrad at a higher flying course civil aviation, Katya was twenty-five years old. By that time she had already made a certain career. She briefly served as an ordinary Komsomol member at a weaving factory in Vyshny Volochyok, where her mother brought her after finishing her seven-year school year. After studying at the FZU, I worked as a weaver for a year, but quickly realized: if you want not to be bullied, move forward. At the age of twenty, Katya became a member of the All-Union Communist Party (Bolsheviks). In 1932–1933, the young communist already headed a department of the Crimean Regional Committee.
While living in Feodosia, Katya fell in love with the sea and swam every day throughout the summer season, swimming far, far away. Tall, long-legged, she was an excellent swimmer. One day, one of the city committee instructors, who unsuccessfully courted Katya, called her with him to Koktebel to the glider base. Katya liked this sport so much that she began to devote all her free time to it.
In 1934, the party shouted “Komsomol - on the plane!”, and Katya was in the forefront. On the recommendation of the Crimean Regional Party Committee, she receives a ticket to the Higher Flight Courses in Tsarskoe Selo near Leningrad. Pyotr Bitkov was the commander of their flight flight. Tall, slender, with open gray eyes - the girls flirted with him vying with each other.
Nyura, Katya’s first Leningrad girlfriend, fell in love with him seriously. To celebrate another anniversary October revolution It was decided to gather at her place. Nyura was the only one who did not live in a hostel, but rented a room from her aunt in Leningrad. Katya gave her the idea to invite the commander to the party. Nyura was really looking forward to this evening. She wanted to show off to Peter what a wonderful housewife she was.
The evening was a success. Peter came with a guitar, played, sang and charmed everyone. Katya was sitting opposite, and Nyura was busy a lot, constantly running to the kitchen and back, and did not notice that Katya and Peter were constantly looking at each other. That evening it was as if he saw Katya for the first time - fluffy hair cut into brackets, a marquise flowered dress with frills, thin hands open to the elbows, a half-embarrassed smile, and blue eyes devils, devils, devils...
They soon got together, despite the fact that Katya found out that her beloved had a wife and little daughter in Leningrad. But Katya, like many of her peers, was above bourgeois prejudices. In 1936, Peter was transferred to Moscow to the political department of Aeroflot, and Katya was taken to the Komsomol Central Committee as an instructor in the student department.
Once in the nomenklatura, a woman radically changes her ideas about the life that she has had until now. And Moscow is not Leningrad. Everything is the best here, and the power is here in the Kremlin. Katya especially likes the people invested with her, and the General Secretary of the Komsomol Central Committee Kosarev is her idol.
At home, Katya more than once boasted to her husband that “Kosarev himself” talked to her, that she reported something to “Kosarev himself,” and the like. She is aware that the Central Committee is a springboard from which she can jump far and high, and when her husband once again hints to her that it would be nice to have children now, she only frowns with displeasure. Well, there’s no way she can now get bogged down in everyday life and diapers, when the party needs it so much.
AN AFFAIR WITH THE SECRETARY
FOR SEVEN years of work in the Frunzensky district party committee, Furtseva has made many enemies and enemies. However, during her leadership, the Frunzensky district committee was advanced. In 1945–1946, Ekaterina Furtseva almost always prepared plenums and party activities of the district committee herself and often spoke at them, overshadowing the first secretary of the district committee, Pyotr Boguslavsky.
And Boguslavsky was in love with Catherine. Their romance began in Kuibyshev, immediately after Svetlana’s birth. But Katya’s relationship with Boguslavsky was absolutely unpromising. After the war, anti-Jewish sentiments began to spread in society, and the man understood that his days as first secretary were numbered.
He wanted to leave Katya Furtseva as his successor. Colleagues often stayed late at work, and then Pyotr Vladimirovich accompanied Ekaterina home. She lived nearby in a small two-room apartment with her mother, brother, who had returned from the front after being shell-shocked, and daughter. Sometimes Pyotr Vladimirovich came in for a cup of tea. And he saw that even if he decided to leave his wife for Katya, and she agreed to join her destiny with him, this would hardly have happened.
Matryona stood between them. She had been a widow for thirty years and could not tolerate a male spirit in the house. There was another good reason why Boguslavsky could not come to the Furtsevs’ court. Four-year-old Svetlana looked like a wolf when a man came to visit and tried to bribe the girl with a gift.
Boguslavsky felt out of place while visiting the Furtsevs. Svetochka was shy and did not approach. Katya tried with all her might to smooth out the situation, but Matryona appeared at the door, and her gloomy silence hung in the air like an ax over her head. As a result, in December 1947, Furtseva and Boguslavsky broke up. He was removed, and Furtseva became the first secretary of the district committee.
BLESSING FOR MARRIAGE
...TEN-YEAR-OLD Svetlana was washed, combed, a lush pink bow placed on her head, and dressed in a crepe de Chine dress. He and his mother went to the Khrushchevs’ dacha. Svetlana will remember for the rest of her life the incredibly tasty Ukrainian borscht with pampushki, which their hospitable host treated them to. His wife Nina Petrovna was sitting at the table next to him. There were no other guests.
Khrushchev was dressed at home - in an embroidered Ukrainian shirt, willingly talkative and attentive to Ekaterina Alekseevna, treating her to cognac, his favorite drink. He seemed very kind to Svetlana.
Not only on the sidelines of the CPSU Central Committee, but throughout Moscow there were rumors and gossip about the special closeness of Ekaterina Furtseva to the first secretary of the Moscow City Committee of the CPSU Nikita Khrushchev. Furtseva visited the Khrushchevs’ dacha more than once. But in a family way, without strangers and with my daughter - for the first time. Therefore, when Nikita Sergeevich suggested that after lunch they take a walk in the garden and discuss business, she took advantage of this and said that she had one small personal request.
The fact is that Catherine’s chosen one appeared on the horizon - Nikolai Firyubin. Catherine wanted to get married, and she decided to ask Khrushchev for advice. He approved of her choice. After the wedding, Firyubin was appointed to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and then was appointed Ambassador Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary of the USSR to Czechoslovakia, and a year later to Yugoslavia.
In the summer of 1955, acquaintances saw Furtseva at a resort in Karlovy Vary. She was with Nikolai Firyubin, whom she had just married. Nikolai Pavlovich looked very impressive in a paramilitary cut uniform. And forty-five-year-old Catherine looked twenty years younger. They walked everywhere together, holding hands. Nikolai Pavlovich joked all the time, and Catherine did not take her happy eyes off him...
BETWEEN THREE LIGHTS
COME ON, Sveta, get ready for the dacha immediately! - Matryona commanded as soon as the newlyweds, having returned from their honeymoon, crossed the threshold of the house.
She was beside herself with anger. The daughter violated the unshakable rule of their small female clan: “Do not let the enemy into the house!” - and she brought her son-in-law. Since then, in all family group photographs, Matryona has cropped the image of Nikolai Pavlovich with scissors.
Of course, with the appearance of her stepfather, Sveta’s unity with her mother was also disrupted. Although Catherine tried in every possible way to establish peace and harmony between them. On the winter vacation sent Sveta to Nikolai Pavlovich in Belgrade. This was Svetlana's first trip abroad. Nikolai Pavlovich devoted a lot of time to his guest, and Svetlana was delighted. It seems that Firyubin managed to find the key to the heart of this little idol.
Nikolai Pavlovich spoiled his wife and stepdaughter with beautiful new clothes. Before each return from Moscow to Belgrade, he personally took measurements from Ekaterina and Svetlana, wrote down all their wishes in detail, and they could only wait for the next parcel to arrive...
However, over time family life Catherine's life was slowly but surely sliding downhill. She was still rushing between three fires: mother, daughter and husband. The antipathy of Sveta and Nikolai Pavlovich towards each other at times reached the point that if they needed to go to Moscow from the dacha, they could not share the car, and Svetlana categorically refused to go with her stepfather. And Minister of Culture Furtseva had to call a second car for her daughter.
She almost certainly knew that her husband had hobbies in Belgrade. When Firyubin was appointed Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs in 1957, Catherine was happy about this, as she wanted to live in the same house with her husband. But when everything came true, it turned out that there was little that now united them. Joint skiing trips, tennis, theater - everything is a thing of the past.
When Firyubin saw Catherine for the first time, at the beginning of the war, she did not make any impression on him. Plump, chubby, simple. But Katya liked him at first sight. Later they had to meet at party activities, and their romance began unexpectedly, suddenly. Katya was so frank in her feelings that she immediately became the object of gossip and rumors that circulated throughout Moscow.
Nikolai Pavlovich himself did not think about divorce for a long time. And although he left for Czechoslovakia without his family, he was in no hurry to reassure Katya. His wife Masha was very upset by his betrayal. But daughter Rita, who was already an adult girl, took everything even harder. Furtseva called her herself: “I want to meet you.” Rita came to her in the city committee and was very determined. But Ekaterina Alekseevna behaved unexpectedly - she hugged her motherly, pressed her close, cried and said: “Just don’t worry, everything will be fine!”
...Outwardly, Catherine tried to maintain the impression of a prosperous family. I visited theaters with my husband and visited mutual friends. She did not want a divorce, she was afraid of loneliness. But her husband increasingly tried to do without her. “The Highest Bastard!” - he muttered contemptuously through his teeth when he wanted to especially annoy.
Once Furtseva shared her delight with her husband about her growing granddaughter, believing that their grandchildren could bring them closer, because Firyubin simply idolized his Kolya (Rita’s son).
Yes,” Nikolai Pavlovich said thoughtfully in response, “it’s bad to be a grandfather, but it’s even worse to be a grandmother’s husband.”
And a thin smile played on his lips...
P.S. Daughter Svetlana never acknowledged the fact that her mother committed suicide. “She couldn’t leave Marinka and me!” The official conclusion said that death was due to acute heart failure. When Nikolai Pavlovich returned home from negotiations at the Foreign Ministry, Ekaterina Alekseevna was no longer alive...
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Solomon Yurok cried. After listening to the recording to the end, he asked Furtseva to sell him a license for the “Rostov Bells” record. And everything was decided. We began to print the record with an annotation in Russian and other languages.
Furtseva, Ekaterina Alekseevna
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Ekaterina Alekseevna Furtseva (November 24, 1910, Vyshny Volochyok - October 25, 1974, Moscow) - Soviet statesman and party leader. First Secretary of the Moscow City Committee of the CPSU from 1954 to 1957. Member of the Presidium of the CPSU Central Committee from 1957 to 1961. Minister of Culture of the USSR from 1960 to 1974.
Four Orders of Lenin,
Order of the Red Banner of Labor,
Order of the Badge of Honor,
medals
Criticism of the activities of Ekaterina Furtseva
During the time during which E. Furtseva served as Minister of Culture of the USSR, many cultural figures noted, both in those years and in their subsequent memoirs, the rigidity of her character, poor understanding of many areas of art, especially painting and music, the desire to prohibit many even the most highly artistic works of art. It was Ekaterina Furtseva’s antipathy to the new trends of youth music of the 1960s that led to the fact that the legendary English rock groups The Beatles and The Rolling Stones never toured the USSR.
Mstislav Rostropovich, one of the greatest Russian musicians of the 20th century, was unable to perform on the music stages of the USSR for a long time due to the fault of Ekaterina Furtseva. The reason was the hiding of the disgraced writer Alexander Solzhenitsyn at his dacha. Rostropovich fell into disgrace and the consequence of this was his forced departure from the USSR in 1974.
She died suddenly on the night of October 24-25, 1974. In a medical report signed by the head of the Fourth Directorate of the USSR Ministry of Health, Academician E.I. Chazov, the cause of death was named acute heart failure.
Former chairman of the KGB of the USSR V. A. Kryuchkov, in 2001, when asked by a correspondent whether the death of Ekaterina Furtseva was really violent, replied: “... All her comrades who knew her claimed that she committed suicide in the bathroom of her own apartment.”
Probably, in the second half of the 20th century there was no woman in our country who would have reached such political heights and made such an incredible career as Ekaterina Alekseevna Furtseva. She was Secretary of the CPSU Central Committee, a member of the Presidium of the Central Committee, First Secretary of the Moscow City Party Committee and for almost fourteen years - Minister of Culture of the USSR.
In 1949, during a party concert behind the scenes of the Bolshoi Theater, Nikolai Shvernik arranged an audience for her with the Master.
Stalin liked her. She saw the living God for the first time and last time, but for his keen eye this is enough. In December 1949, she spoke at an extended plenum of the city party committee, where, harshly criticizing herself, she spoke about the district committee's shortcomings. Purely feminine. A little masochistic. Becomes a wise shadow next to men. It seems without any intent. And she gets noticed. The meeting with Stalin yielded results.
From 1950 to 1954, Furtseva came into close contact with Khrushchev. There were rumors about their romance. Immediately after Stalin's death, she became the first secretary of the city party committee. Now all of Moscow was under her command. She made a strong impression on Khrushchev: both because she spoke at meetings without a piece of paper, and because she was not afraid to admit and repent of imaginary sins, and because she was a “specialist.” This was her favorite word. When meeting new people, the first thing she asked was: “Are you a specialist?!”
Until the end of her life, Furtseva retained a respectful attitude towards professors and important old assistant professors, whom she had seen enough of in graduate school. The “specialist” knows more than she does; this conviction was very strong in her. And she, a former weaver, wanted to see just such people on her team.
It was 1960, the second half of Khrushchev's reign. Many were unhappy with him. Including Furtseva. This dissatisfaction was vented. Just washing the bones. Once, in a telephone conversation, Furtseva “walked through” Nikita Sergeevich. The next day, he read the transcript of her personal conversation with Central Committee member Aristov. His reaction was lightning fast. At the next, extraordinary plenum of the Presidium, Ekaterina Alekseevna was removed from the post of secretary.
The procedure for removal from power was worked out to the smallest detail. No one burst into the office or pointedly turned off the phone.
The abdication from power was marked by silence. They suddenly stopped saying hello to you, and most importantly, the turntable fell silent. It was simply turned off.
A month later, a message arrived that Furtseva had been appointed Minister of Culture. And it was then that the nickname that stuck to her for a long time began to circulate throughout the country - Catherine the Great.
She considered tens of thousands of cultural workers in Moscow and the Moscow region to be her team. And another three or four million privates of the “army of cultural traders” throughout the USSR: modest librarians, learned museum workers, arrogant employees of theaters and film studios, etc. This whole army called her Great Catherine- who knows, whether with sarcasm or admiration?
But analogies with the Russian queen arose not only among the subjects of her “empire”. Furtseva’s office was decorated with a portrait of Queen Elizabeth, with a laconic inscription: “To Catherine from Elizabeth.” There was a legend that, after talking for half an hour with Furtseva, the queen turned to her with a request: “Catherine, don’t call me Your Highness, just call me Comrade Elizabeth.
The Danish Queen Margrethe once said that she would like to do as much for her country as Furtseva did for hers.
After being expelled from the Presidium of the Central Committee, she began to drink. I drank a lot, but not badly. While getting drunk, she complained about fate, about the men who abandoned her, cursing them under the sun.
For the last two years, Furtseva has been alone. Almost no one was in her house.
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34 years ago, on October 24, she died in her Moscow apartment former minister culture of the USSR Ekaterina Alekseevna Furtseva.
The official cause of death is acute heart failure. However, Furtseva’s relatives believed that she committed suicide and even named the method as poisoning. It is difficult to say why the relatives were sure of this. However, the fact remains that there has already been one suicide attempt in the minister’s life...
Reference:
What is a heart attack? - Polismed
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Extensive cardiac infarction can cause acute heart failure.
What is a heart attack?
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A heart attack is the phenomenon of exclusion of a section of an organ or tissue from the blood circulation. It occurs due to a sudden cessation of blood flow. Infarction is a type of necrosis.
Read more on Elhow: This leads to coronary heart disease. There is a complete cessation of blood supply to some part of the heart muscle - myocardial infarction.
The purpose of this article is to find out the reason for the death of EKATERINA ALEKSEEVNA FURTSEVA by her FULL NAME code.
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F U R C E V A E K A T E R I N A A L E K S E E V N A
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FURTSEVA EKATERINA ALEKSEEVNA = 254 = 236-ISCHEMIC INFARCTION + 18-C\heart\.
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254 = 177-SUPPLY OF + 77-BLOOD TO THE HEART.
254 = 233-BLOOD SUPPLY STOPPED + 21-B C\heart\.
DATE OF DEATH code: 10/25/1974. This = 25 + 10 + 19 + 74 = 128 = END OF LIFE.
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Code DAY OF DEATH = 86-TWENTY + 88-FIFTH + 128-OCTOBER = 302 = DEATH FROM MYOCARDIAL INFARCTION\a\.
Code FULL DATE OF DEATH = 302-TWENTY-FIFTH OF OCTOBER + 93-\19 + 74\-(code YEAR OF DEATH)-INFARCTION = 395.
395 - 254-(FULL NAME code) = 141 = LIFE IS OVER.
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254 = 223-SIXTY THREE + 31-CM\herth\.
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USSR Minister of Culture Ekaterina Furtseva died on October 24, 1974. Everything happened suddenly, overnight, and mysteriously: in the evening I was at a banquet, quarreled with my husband, left - in the morning they announced that she had died of a heart attack. There were rumors about suicide, especially since she had already opened her veins before. Pure literary fiction: the suffering and tossing of a sophisticated lady. But before, in her youth, she was like soviet tank- brave, stubborn and strong-willed.
Furtseva was a genius and apparently had phenomenal abilities. Plus an advantageous appearance and a great talent for communication or even suggestion. Therefore, her biography is swift and highly partisan: Ekaterina Alekseevna Furtseva was born on November 7, 1910 in Vyshny Volochek. In the column “social origin” she wrote “a weaver, from the peasants”; it is impossible to think of a better one for a party career. From 1954 to 1957 she worked as First Secretary of the Moscow City Committee of the CPSU. Member of the Presidium of the CPSU Central Committee from 1957 to 1961. Minister of Culture of the USSR from 1960 to 1974.
Over the last 14 years of her life as Minister of Culture, Ekaterina Furtseva has done a surprising amount: the Moscow Film Festival, the Tchaikovsky Competition, exhibitions of Picasso, Roerich, the Mona Lisa show in Moscow, the Bolshoi tour in France, the USA, Italy. These are only global international projects, and not all of them. Within the country, Furtseva personally controlled all significant productions, films, concerts and tours. It depended on her who would “break through” and come out into the spotlight.
This woman’s choice “from the plow” was surprisingly accurate, good taste. Of course, we can say that she had human resources at her disposal huge country. But her colleague Nikita Sergeevich Khrushchev also had everything at hand, but this did not add to his culture. Furtseva had the strength and attention to interact with cultural figures personally and very emotionally. With her, the stars of great talents rose - Oistrakh, Richter, Rostropovich, Plisetskaya, Vishnevskaya, Efremov, Bondarchuk. Of course, it was not her merit that these people were so gifted, but we must not forget that Furtseva helped them.
They were not grateful to her, and often responded insultingly years after her death. It is understandable, her favorite charges are great talents. And who is she? “A barrier on the path of culture,” as Oleg Efremov told her to her face. Yes, and it’s bad manners to love your superiors, especially an intelligent person. In Russia. As in the Soviet Union, and before that. This is already considered possible.
Only Zykina was grateful to Furtseva and spoke warmly all her life. Probably because she is a simple woman, and perhaps internally freer. Foreigners were also grateful to Ekaterina Alekseevna. Before her "reign" they were nothing but good folk song and we haven’t seen dances from the USSR - and suddenly it’s super classic and super beautiful. And negotiations can be conducted with a beautiful, sane lady. Svyatoslav Roerich valued her very much, the director of the La Scala theater in Milan, Antonio Ghiringelli, collected her portraits for 10 years, Cardin thanked her heartily. The Danish Queen Margrethe once said that she would like to do as much for her country as Furtseva did for hers.
The friendship with Nadya Leger, the widow of the French artist Fernand Leger, turned out to be quite significant: two simple Russian women became very friendly, one “commanded culture” on one sixth of the land, the other, by the will of fate, from an au pair became the heiress of a charismatic artist. Both, among the snobbish, born intellectuals of Paris, Nice and Moscow, felt a little like spies - and they helped and supported each other. Nadya’s visits to the USSR as the favored widow of a progressive artist added to her authority in Paris, expensive gifts and consultations on the topic “what they wear in France these days” added to Catherine’s charm.
One can imagine how envious Furtseva was of the wives of male members of the Politburo. Paris, Milan, New York, film festivals, Moscow theaters - all at the feet of Catherine the Great. “I urgently need to go to Paris on business!” Dresses from Lanvin, French perfume, her appearance became more and more sophisticated. The majority of the other Central Committee ladies remained “from the peasants.”
But if you get so close to art that your appearance changes, that means your psyche changes too.
Furtseva left like the heroine of a film or novel - artistically, nervously. Even mysterious.
Minister of Culture Ekaterina Furtseva I had been standing under the windows of the maternity hospital on Vesnina Street for almost an hour. The November wind came in gusts, trying to whip sleet into her eyes, and she was completely chilled in her thin French coat. The time was approaching midnight. Finally, a nurse came out and said it wouldn’t be long yet. Ekaterina Alekseevna turned around, got into the car and drove home.
Peter and Catherine
In the morning Svetlana, overcoming weakness, rose from the bed and walked to the window. From the height of the third floor, she saw a familiar fur hat, a black coat with a small fur collar. “Mom, dear mommy, she’s here, nearby.” Svetlana felt a surge of extraordinary tenderness for her mother. Now she, Svetlana, has become a mother, now there are three of them, and a new strong knot has begun between them.
In the Kremlin maternity hospital, the rules were even more draconian than in the ordinary one, so Ekaterina Alekseevna could not see either her daughter or granddaughter, but only made sure that the birth went well.
Mother in law Alexandra Konstantinovna I never wanted my granddaughter to be named Ekaterina, and when Svetlana and her newborn appeared at home, the name was already ready: Marina.
- If a boy were born, you wouldn’t name him Frol? - said the mother-in-law to Svetlana, referring to her husband, a member of the Politburo Frol Romanovich Kozlov.
Svetlana and her husband Oleg lived with his parents. Childbirth slowed down her studies at the university, Svetlana developed “tails” in some disciplines, and she was in no hurry to get rid of them. But one morning the phone rang and her mother’s cheerful, but at the same time demanding voice sobered her up:
“Do you think that if you left me and now live behind a high fence, then I won’t get you?” Come on, hand over all the “tails” immediately!
Svetlana was always surprised how her mother, with such busyness and responsibility in the service, managed to keep abreast of her life and promptly support, advise, and help. Even when Sveta was little, tangerines that were rare at that time or a lovely French fur coat suddenly appeared in the house - while her mother was not even in Moscow, she was abroad. Sveta always felt her invisible, affectionate presence.
Furtseva did not visit the Kozlovs often. Having arrived to congratulate Svetlana on the birth of her daughter, Ekaterina Alekseevna, looking with tenderness at Marinka sleeping in a blanket, said: “Let her have my last name, she will help her...” Furtseva knew what she was saying.
Svetlana was a baby when she returned from the front - this was in 1942 - on leave Petr Bitkov and stunned his wife with the news: he was leaving her, at the front he “fell in love with someone else.” And an eleven-year marriage, built on reciprocity, trust, and common interests, collapsed overnight. Peter and Ekaterina met at the Higher Flight Courses in Leningrad, where Furtseva was sent to study through the Komsomol. In the thirties, young people were raving about airplanes and flying was very prestigious. Catherine and Peter soon got married. But their mutual love was overshadowed by only one thing: time passed, and there were no children. Ekaterina Alekseevna did not reproach her husband for ruining her life, although in fact that was the case, she left him a room on Krasnoselskaya and, swaddling four-month-old Svetlana, left with a suitcase wherever she looked, hoping that fate would still smile on her. Catherine was thirty-two and had to start her life over. At that time, she experienced changes not only in her personal life. Leaving science, she graduated from the institute and graduate school of the Faculty of Fine Arts chemical technology, - Furtseva went to party work, becoming the second secretary of the Frunzensky district party committee.
Borsch at the Khrushchevs'
Svetlana was washed, combed, a huge pink bow placed on her head, and dressed in a new pink dress. All this meant that he and his mother were going to visit. Ekaterina Alekseevna explained to her seven-year-old daughter how she should behave at the table. They were going to lunch Khrushchev. Svetlana will remember for the rest of her life the incredibly delicious Ukrainian borscht with pampushki, which the hospitable person treated them to at the table. Nikita Sergeevich.
After death Stalin When Khrushchev led the country, Ekaterina Furtseva played a very important role in his fate. In 1957, a group of party comrades, led by the trio Kaganovich — Malenkov — Molotov, organized a conspiracy to remove Khrushchev from the post of First Secretary of the CPSU Central Committee. Ekaterina Furtseva - then the first secretary of the Moscow City Committee and a candidate member of the Politburo of the CPSU Central Committee - sincerely believed in Khrushchev as a progressive leader of the party and the country and saved him. She very quickly, within two hours, gathered everyone in the Kremlin who could support Khrushchev, and the plot failed. Furtseva then became a member of the Politburo. In 1960, Ekaterina Alekseevna married her daughter to the son of Politburo member Kozlov, and the entire party elite walked at this wedding.
The Kozlovs saw Svetlana for the first time in the spring of the same year, when the government delegation arrived in India. Furtseva took her daughter with her. She always did this when circumstances allowed - she wanted to show her the world. Alexandra Konstantinovna Kozlova really liked the white, graceful, well-mannered Svetlana, and a plan arose in her mind to introduce her son Oleg to her.
Upon returning to Moscow, the young people met, and Svetlana was instantly captivated by the tall, dark-haired young man. Oleg looked after her beautifully and gave bouquets. It was warm April, they walked until late, saying goodbye for a long time at the entrance to Granovsky Street, where Ekaterina Furtseva then lived with her second husband, a diplomat. They said goodbye until the grandmother called Svetlana home from the balcony. Oleg proposed two weeks later. Furtseva took the news as a mother should: “Think, daughter. What are your plans for the future?
“But,” recalls Svetlana, “at that moment, it seems, I completely lacked the ability to think.”
The wedding took place at the state dacha. Svetlana was wearing a small, waist-length, pastel-colored dress made of the most beautiful Indian fabric, decorated with small, small stones. Among the guests were Leonid Ilyich Brezhnev with wife and daughter Galey, Anastas Mikoyan with daughter-in-law Eley, Khrushchev with his wife, daughter Rada and son-in-law Alexey Adzhubey, a famous journalist. Nikita Sergeevich presented Svetlana with a bottle of French perfume and a young lady doll in a luxurious long white dress.
Domostroy
As soon as Peter left the family, her mother, grandmother, came to Furtseva Matryona- and began to raise her granddaughter. Ekaterina Alekseevna gave Svetlana a brilliant education for those times: music, English. Svetlana and her grandmother were rarely on Granovsky Street; more often they lived at a government-owned dacha - the presence of their stepfather introduced some dissonance into their tight-knit group of women. Nikolai Pavlovich Firyubin he believed that Catherine loved her daughter “too much,” and besides, he was annoyed by his mother-in-law, who was never able to love her new son-in-law. His wife was the Minister of Culture and a member of the Politburo, but at home her husband tried to be in charge. “Katya, salt,” he expressively pointed with his eyes at the salt shaker, which stood at a distance from him on the table. And yet Svetlana loved the apartment on Granovsky, the living room, upholstered in damask, the fireplace - her mother knew how to make it cozy. The happiest days were when her mother took her on vacation. Then she belonged entirely to Svetlana. They sometimes even slept in the same bed, because there was so much to say to each other that the day was not enough and they did not want to be separated even for a few hours of sleep.
It happened that while we were going down to the sea—Furtseva was relaxing in the sanatorium of the CPSU Central Committee in Sochi—counting down one hundred and fifty steps, Svetlana managed to ask all the questions and get answers. And downstairs, acquaintances and friends were already waiting. Svetlana lay on the beach and, through the slits of her closed eyelids, watched her mother, who was deep in conversation with her actress friend Lyubov Orlova. They talked about their own things, about women’s things, about how it’s good for your figure to swim three hours a day and play tennis every day, and if necessary, you can take radical measures - get facial plastic surgery. Svetlana looked secretly at both of them, so long-legged, tanned, slender, and thought from the height of her fifteen years: “Well, if at that age you can look like your mother or Lyubov Petrovna, then I still have my whole life ahead of me.”
Svetlana had never seen her mother’s tears. Only during the days of the conspiracy was there a strong, alarming tension felt at home. Furtseva fenced off her daughter from everything, and Svetlana saw only the ceremonial side of her life. Joint trips to Yugoslavia, India, Japan, England, France looked like a fairy tale: mother, beautiful, elegant, next to the top officials of the states, surrounded by celebrities.
Italian actresses Gina Lollobrigida (left) and Marisa Merlini, USSR Minister of Culture Ekaterina Furtseva during the II Moscow International Film Festival. Photo: RIA Novosti / Mikhail Ozersky
Betrayal
Literally a year after Khrushchev attended Svetlana’s wedding, he betrayed Furtseva. Ekaterina Alekseevna learned that she had been removed from the Politburo when the new list of its members was read out at the next XXII Congress of the CPSU. Her name was not there. Perhaps, only at that moment did she fully realize how she then, in 1957, risked herself, Svetlana. After all, she stood alone against the conspirators, there was no one behind her: no friends, no strong patron. Svetlana was the last to learn that her mother tried to commit suicide by opening her veins. Ekaterina Alekseevna saw her daughter in the hospital when the threat to her life had passed and she was already in complete control of herself.
“The worst thing in life, daughter, is betrayal,” Furtseva said quietly and sadly.
While Ekaterina Alekseevna was in the hospital, her family was kicked out of the state dacha, their car was taken away and their privileges were deprived. Furtseva was “entrusted” only with the post of Minister of Culture. This was a demotion from the power she had enjoyed as a member of the Politburo. Frol Romanovich Kozlov suffered a stroke at that time and was partially paralyzed. Looking at his one-year-old granddaughter crawling on the carpet, he became younger at heart, and his strength returned to him again. One day he told his family:
— Brezhnev called, changes must have occurred. Previously he called and asked permission to come, but now he simply stated that he was going.
The assumption turned out to be correct; soon they “asked” Frol Romanovich from the Politburo. Ahead was the same procedure for depriving her of her dacha, car and privileges as Furtseva. Soon after this, Kozlov suffered a second stroke and did not live long...
Close to film stars
Khrushchev was also removed. And Furtseva, as Minister of Culture, remained as independent, influential and independent as in high party positions. Ekaterina Alekseevna quickly recovered from the shock, and, looking at her, no one could have imagined how much she had to endure. She made herself: she dressed in Paris, played tennis, and in 1965 she decided to have plastic surgery. I had the operation in Moscow and immediately flew off on vacation to Sochi. She returned tanned, rejuvenated, and no one even suspected anything. Moving among the stars of world cinema, constantly being in the public eye, attending receptions with kings and queens, Furtseva behaved very naturally. She boldly took pictures with film stars, without fear that she would look worse than them.
The cultural life of the country under the leadership of Furtseva has transformed. Ekaterina Alekseevna loved cinema very much and, having become acquainted with French art in Paris, fell in love with both the city and its inhabitants. Weeks of French and Italian cinema have begun in Moscow. The public, hungry for premieres, flocked to the cinemas. It has become good practice to understand the art of Western cinema. The famous Milan opera house La Scala came on tour. Exhibitions of French impressionists opened in Moscow. On Furtseva’s initiative, during these years a new ballet school building, a new Moscow Art Theater, a Circus on Vernadsky Avenue, and a Children’s Musical Theater under the direction of Natalia Sats. Perhaps this period was the happiest in her life.
She still took her daughter with her. Svetlana easily ran to her mother at the ministry in a free moment. An interesting group gathered at her dacha in Peredelkino: a close friend Vera Maretskaya- Ekaterina Alekseevna knew how to make friends, she kept her friends for many years, - close friends of the writer Konstantin Simonov, actor Rostislav Plyatt, director Yuri Zavadsky. Ekaterina Alekseevna went on vacation to Valdai. There she did not live in a sanatorium, but, taking a tent and a boat, settled in nature, by the lake, and spent hours fishing for fish, from which the entire sanatorium was then treated to fish soup.
After five years of marriage, Svetlana suddenly met true love. Igor just like her, he worked at the APN, translated from English, and wrote poetry. A mutual feeling arose between them, but Igor also had a family, and for three years the lovers tormented each other, not daring to take the last step.
“Look at yourself,” Ekaterina Alekseevna said to her daughter, “you’ve already completely dissolved in him, you’re no longer there.”
She, of course, understood her daughter, because she herself married Svetlana’s father out of great love. But at the same time, in a purely feminine way, she tried to warn: “Svetlana, I was alone for ten years, I know what loneliness is, when you’re alone all the holidays, all the weekends.” And when Svetlana finally left her husband, Ekaterina Alekseevna said: “There can’t even be any talk of any alimony. Are we not capable of raising one child?” Having married Igor, Svetlana moved somewhat away from her mother - now she all belonged to her beloved. Ekaterina Alekseevna was upset by this, she was sad, because her second marriage was not very happy. She felt especially lonely when Grandma Matryona died.
On that last day, she stopped by her daughter late in the evening. Svetlana and Igor had guests. Ekaterina Alekseevna sat for a while and got ready to go home. Later, Svetlana called her - feeling embarrassed that she had paid little attention to her mother because of the guests, she asked if everything was okay. It seemed to her that her mother’s voice was strange, but she assured her that “everything is fine” and that she was going to bed. “See you tomorrow,” she said as usual.
After midnight the guests left. Svetlana washed the dishes and was just heading to the bathroom when the phone rang. My stepfather called.
“Mom is no more,” he deafened Svetlana with the news.
Svetlana was given a death certificate, which stated that her death was the result of acute heart failure. Until now, Svetlana does not know for sure whether this is really so...
At the funeral, Pyotr Bitkov was very upset. He told Svetlana that all his life he had loved “only one Katya.” Soon after Furtseva’s death, he too passed away. And Nikolai Firyubin got married a month after the funeral.
Oleg Tabakov: “She was first and foremost a woman”
At that time, a woman in the supreme authorities was an unrealistic phenomenon. This is the phenomenon of Ekaterina Alekseevna. And for me, she was, first of all, an amazingly beautiful and wise woman.
Ekaterina Alekseevna repeatedly covered her back Oleg Efremov. He, being sinful like all of us, sometimes allowed himself to deviate from the norm in drinking alcohol. Often I was simply on the verge of a foul. I know how twice she averted trouble from him. And in 1970 he was appointed chief director of the Moscow Art Theater. With the support of Furtseva. Someone had to vouch for him, and this is not easy. The struggle between the city party committee and the Ministry of Culture was very tough. One member of the Moscow City Committee even suggested that I hand over Oleg, presenting evidence of his “illness.” I called Ekaterina Alekseevna, told about this, she asked me: “Did you send her?” I say yes!" - “That’s how it should be!” And I must say, she managed to see the correctness of her decision - the first decades of Oleg’s activity were extremely active, interesting, and varied. He attracted perhaps the best troupe in the Soviet Union at that time: Smoktunovsky, Evstigneev. And the most interesting, persecuted and persecuted direction: Lev Dodin, Kama Ginkas. I had to decide on this! If Oleg did not have the support of Ekaterina Alekseevna, it is unlikely that the Moscow Art Theater would have such a story. I repeat, a WOMAN did all this!
I was not yet 35 when I was appointed director of the Sovremennik Theater. How? Not without her knowledge, of course. Furtseva was very sympathetic and Galke Volchek. She, a Jew, a non-party member, a woman, was nevertheless approved for the position of chief director of Sovremennik. Again, not without the help of Ekaterina Alekseevna. If a person aroused her trust, his nationality and party affiliation were not important. Ekaterina Alekseevna was quite good at taking the steering wheel. At the same time, she was a cheerful, crafty person, but not cunning. She knew she was beautiful. This was reflected in the way she dressed: she wore nylon blouses with a black shoe lace - it seemed that it couldn’t be more severe, but she was still very feminine. And this either exists or it doesn’t, regardless of the position.
Igor Kvasha: “We called her mom, mom”
They wanted to close our Sovremennik theater. No one dared to speak out against it. Mom (Ekaterina Furtseva) soon returned from the trip and called me, Galya Volchek, Nina Doroshina and Oleg Efremov. She was a very harsh person, but from the very beginning she surprised us: “Oh, is that you Efremov? Of course, of course, I know you. We met at the plenums of the district committee.” She was the first secretary of the Frunzensky district committee, and Oleg was the secretary of the Komsomol organization of the Children's Theater in the same area.
The conversation was tough: we need to close the theater, you are doing God knows what. And we sit with indifferent faces - they will close it anyway - we only answer “yes” or “no” and almost yell at her. We were young, and we had nothing to lose. And Furtseva is completely calm, although, probably, no one has ever talked to her like that. And suddenly she changes the tone of the conversation: “So you made the play “Burglars of Silence” about the old Bolsheviks. Do you know how many of them are left? - and tears well up in her eyes. - There are only four and a half thousand of them. Guys, how do you discredit them?” And wipes away tears, real ones!
She probably thought that she would yell at us, we would be scared of her, and then she would give us the building. And then the conversation turned completely different - affectionate, with tears, with some kind of penetration: “We are giving you a building on Mayakovsky Square, but we still ask you to take into account our rules, take into account how difficult the situation is in the country.” And we weren't closed!
The daughter and granddaughter of the USSR Minister of Culture were unlucky in love
The daughter and granddaughter of the USSR Minister of Culture were unlucky in love
40 years have passed since the death of Ekaterina FURTSEVA, the most famous female minister in the government Soviet Union. We recently published the memoirs of columnist Natalia KORNEEVA, author of the book “Men's Games by Ekaterina Furtseva. Political melodrama”, which closely knew Ekaterina Alekseevna’s daughter Svetlana for the last six years of her life (). But readers bombarded us with questions about the fate of Furtseva’s heirs, and we asked Natalia KORNEEVA to continue the story.
When Ekaterina Alekseevna died, her daughter Sveta wanted to leave her old way of life. At least a dacha. But the country house was immediately taken away. Svetlana walked around the high offices for a long time, fussed, and in the end she was given a two-room apartment with a tiny kitchenette in the rest house of the Central Committee “Lesnye Dali”.
Sveta's husband - Igor Kochnov, a former KGB officer, was involved in translations. Every morning he sat down at his desk, and then he and his wife went for a walk in the forest. Their family idyll was disturbed by one thing: Kochnov’s betrayals. Svetlana was dying of jealousy, but she endured.
Igor had to undergo heart surgery, which a famous surgeon agreed to perform Knyazev. As soon as he saw Furtseva’s daughter, the doctor immediately became interested in her and began to beg her to leave her husband. Svetlana possessed some kind of magic: in order to please men, she did not need to flirt or weave intrigues.
What are you hoping for? “You know everything,” Knyazev persuaded her, meaning that strange ladies openly went to Kochnov’s ward.
Then it was necessary to make do with one. And it seemed that Sveta was coping. For example, she acquired a solid country house, which was designed by an old friend of her mother, an architect. Aranauskas. But after some time, Svetlana, her daughter, son-in-law and granddaughter Katya decided to go abroad - first to Germany, then to Spain. We lived there for almost 10 years, and when we returned, the first winter we were terribly frozen in our home.
Are you heated? - a friend asked me on the phone. - And here the crows pulled out all the insulation from the logs, it’s blowing.
It was not easy to heat a three-level cottage, but moving to the capital Furtsevs They couldn’t: Svetlana handed in her typical three-ruble ruble.
She adored the house, although it took a lot of energy: either the pump was broken, or water seeped into the lower level. Architect Aranauskas came up with a staircase to the second floor with a secret: you had to run up it with a certain foot, otherwise you would fall over. Svetlana laughed:
You can't climb up or down while drunk.
The writer's daughter came to visit her Kataeva Zhenya with granddaughter, daughter-in-law Anastas Mikoyan Us, Vitaly Vulf, art critic Olga Babanova with husband.
Sveta sometimes called me:
When will you arrive? Granddaughter Katya wants you to tell her about serfdom. Raised in Europe, the teenage girl was cut off from Russian reality, had little knowledge of history, Pushkin And Tolstoy It was difficult for her to read.
Jeep instead of Petrov-Vodkin
Near Svetlana there was always a handsome young man named Sergei. For a long time I couldn’t figure out who he was: a nephew, a personal driver or Katya’s tutor?
But soon it dawned on me that this was Sveta’s boyfriend. Life was comfortable with Seryozha Furtsev. He was involved in repairs, purchasing products at the market, and cooking, and also drove them to Moscow in his car. He was not a gigolo. I think he even worked somewhere and helped Sveta. Her daughter Marina was never present at our table. I saw her briefly at the evenings in memory of Furtseva, and she did not move towards rapprochement. Later I learned from Svetlana that Marina gave her an ultimatum: either she or Sergei. And she even moved into one of the guest houses that stood on their property.
“My daughter got it into her head that I could register a relationship with Seryozha,” my friend complained to me.
...One day I come to Svetlana (we haven’t seen each other for four months) and see that she has lost a lot of weight. At first I took it as a positive. But soon I felt something was wrong. By the way, the house was the first to understand this. It didn’t feel the same coziness: dust on the mirrors, pictures hanging crookedly on the walls, the carpets on the floor had disappeared somewhere. There was no longer any excitement in anticipation of guests; Seryozha and the housekeeper disappeared somewhere.How happy you are! “You can provide for yourself,” a friend told me, but I didn’t take it seriously until I realized: it’s difficult for the Furtsevs to live financially. Once Sveta even complained:
Katya asks for new boots, but I don’t have money.
And suddenly one day a black jeep appeared near the garage.
This is an investment,” Furtseva explained. - Katya needs to be taught, but the car can always be sold.
What did you use to buy it? - I asked.
Sold a painting Petrova-Vodkina.
When it became obvious that Svetlana was sick, I insisted on urgent hospitalization. She didn’t want to hear anything and immediately moved the conversation to something else. But there was no longer any time to delay. I called a doctor I knew from the Sklifosovsky Institute, gave Svetin her address, asking her to urgently examine her friend and convince her to move to Moscow. That same evening he brought her to her city apartment.
Unexecuted will
Soon Marina called me. I told her my mother’s terrible diagnosis, and she burst into tears. It was probably cruel, but I wanted Sveta’s daughter to finally sober up and understand: the person closest to her is in danger! I hoped that this would shake Marina so much that she would feel like the eldest in the family and responsible for her mother.
Once upon a time, Ekaterina Alekseevna herself prepared Marina for ballet. The Soviet Bolshoi Theater then thundered throughout Europe. And a high-ranking woman gave her granddaughter to study with a famous ballerina Sofya Golovkina. After some time, someone spread an absurd rumor around Moscow that a 10-year-old girl had begun to develop a large bust and this was preventing her from performing. When Ekaterina Furtseva died, Golovkina immediately got rid of Marina. And the girl’s ballet career was cut short.
Marina graduated from the Faculty of Theater Studies at GITIS, but did not work in her specialty for long. Then Furtseva’s granddaughter married a dentist Igor Vladkovsky. And soon after their entire family left to live abroad, this marriage broke up. Igor remained in Germany. The Furtsevs moved to Spain, where Marina opened a ballet school.
After returning home, Svetlana started the Furtseva Foundation in the hope that this business would eventually pass to her daughter. But she constantly had reasons not to engage with the fund.
When Sveta was already very ill and moved to Moscow, Marina once bitterly remarked:
My life is gone. And no one is interested in this.
Sveta believed that a daughter with sharp mind, could have achieved more:As soon as she puts out her ballet legs, the men immediately lose their heads... If only Marinka wanted to. If I went to work. We would get out of problems.
Svetlana still refused to go to the hospital: she wouldn’t go to the district hospital, and there was no money for the Kremlin hospital. I wanted to place her in a hospital:
You will have your own room in Sklif, you will be placed there incognito.
Sveta was already moving along the wall and lying down more, but as before there was only talk about the foundation, about her granddaughter Ekaterina and not a word about her well-being.
At our last meeting she said:
I would like Katya to live with you, she needs to study. You can help her.
The girl really used to constantly follow me with her tail. She always wanted to talk about history and literature.
Svetlana Furtseva died in October 2005 in the clinic, where Marina finally arranged for her a week before.
When I stood in the morgue with her favorite blue velvet dress in my hands, waiting for the orderly, I couldn’t believe that Sveta was here, next to me.
I was unable to fulfill my friend's will. Her 17-year-old granddaughter suddenly called a few days later and said that she had left home. I got scared:
Katya admitted that one of her grandmother’s good friends helped her rent an apartment and now she will live independently, study and work. The next day, after buying groceries, I rushed to her. But everything seemed to be fine with her: she didn’t need food or money. The girl did not want to declassify her “sponsor”. I had no choice but to warn her to be careful and smart.
I feel so bad without Sveta! - Katya burst into tears then.
But a month later, I felt that she was avoiding me: she either didn’t want to pick up the phone, or couldn’t talk. And then I found out that Marina brought her home.
I never saw the Furtsevs again.