The adventures of the moon and the king of ghosts, Mikhail Valerievich Zhukovin. Mikhail Moon, Vice-President of the Association of Koreans of the Rostov Region, an employee of the Children's State Pedagogical Hospital: “I saved my sister, but I forgave my daughter Player what where when moon

On Wikipedia about Michael Moon (and since there is an article about you in the free encyclopedia, it means that you are a famous person) it is written amusingly: “radio host”. And only in the second place is it written that “first of all, he is known as a player“ What? Where? When?". Winner of the "Crystal Owl"

And what is not written at all in the encyclopedia is that main job Mikhaila Muna is "the commercial director of a company that imports chemical raw materials." But we still didn’t ask about this - but about what, where and when. Moreover, we recently watched the game of Andrey Kozlov's team, which includes our interlocutor. Then, we recall, experts won.

- Mikhail, how many years have you been in the game?
- It is clear that I did not immediately start playing in a television club. I got into the sports "ChGK" in my first year, in 1991. And in the television club - at the end of 1997.

- For you, the game "under Voroshilov" and the game with the current host, Boris Kryuk, are fundamentally different?
- Of course, the transfer is very author's. The host of ChGK is, with all due respect, not the host, for example, of the Field of Miracles, where there is a format. "What? Where? When?" primarily reflects the personality of the presenter and the personality of the connoisseurs. That's why Voroshilov said: this game is not about answering questions, this is a game about people.

Both Vladimir Yakovlevich and Boris are also participants in the game, but I would say that under Voroshilov it was more a game against Voroshilov: he took on the role of an irritant, an element of pressure. Boris, it seems to me, is trying to be an intermediary between experts and some other agents of pressure - spectators, questions, the tournament situation. He only directs this force, without taking on the role of the force itself.

- At the teams different character. What is your character?
- Andrey Kozlov has a rather original approach, which he even imposes on us, the team's players.

As he says, when a question is asked, the answer to it already exists - in the leader, in the noosphere, in the collective unconscious of the team. And in a certain state of command resonance, we are able to pull this answer into the conscious. And in order to achieve this state, Andrey uses certain psychological methods- in other words, it seeks to introduce the team into a state of severe stress.

- Yes? Whoever is on edge is Captain Andrey Kozlov ...
- Stress - not in the sense nervous tension but in terms of pressure. The game is probably 20% reflection and 80% concentration. This is proved by the fact that experts, when they are not sitting at the table, but either standing nearby or watching the game at home, take questions much more often. At the table, responsibility interferes ... TV cameras - to a lesser extent, they are used to them.

A concentrated team would win with a score of 6:3 - 6:4, but usually we win with a score of 6:5 or lose 5:6. On the edge. At the TV screen, I will take 80% of super blitzes, and at the table - 10%, or even less.

How do team members play? You are from different cities...
— Well, everyone on the team with a lot of experience in the game. Another thing is that you need to get used to it.

We usually meet the day before the game, on Friday, we have a small team training, about three games. It is rather an organizational moment: to tune in to each other - someone shouts a little louder, someone does not formulate clearly enough. And we devote the day of the game to psychological adjustment, working out concentration. We have a tradition, Andrei has repeatedly voiced it: we get together, have lunch and go to watch some action movie. The dumber the better.

Before I started playing in Kozlov's team, I practiced the opposite: until the last moment I sat in a hotel room, read some boring nonsense like a ladies' novel, completely unloading the senses so that, according to my hypothesis, they would sharpen at the right moment. Andrey comes from the opposite: to load the senses, while not straining the intellect. Serious scientific research these techniques have not been carried out - which is a pity: it is interesting to find out which is more effective.

How to take a question? Here is the technique...
- The question in "ChGK" is not a riddle of the universe. The universe speaks to us in the language it pleases. A person writes a question so that it can be taken. At the same time, the question-answer pair should be a small work of art. Who wrote "Eugene Onegin"? “Pushkin” is not a couple, because the reaction to this is: “So what then?” And if so, then the answer is probably not correct. Look for another.

Or, for example, if a word in a question seems unnatural, it probably contains the key.

There are questions in which the course of thought is immediately clear: for example, it is necessary to sort out operas or French kings. There are some questions that are overwhelming at first. In a recent game of our team was baby question: “Antonina can’t swim, Nikolai works at a logging site, but where does Evgenia work?” I had a panic in the first second - I did not understand what to do. Thank God that Alena Alexandrova's brain worked in the right direction: it is necessary to turn Antonina into Tonya, Nikolai into Kolya - and then it becomes obvious: Tonya is drowning, Kolya is stabbing, and then Zhenya marries, and she works in the registry office.

What's funny - the viewer, for example, immediately guessed and chuckles: a simple question, that's fools.

Questions "ChGK" in fact - a kind of metalanguage, having mastered which, you solve the problem of taking a question by 70%.

We, the audience, also guess. But maybe the editors of the game deliberately throw up easier questions, for the sake of our self-respect?
— Vladimir Voroshilov in his founding work(he also published two books on ChGK) wrote that for a successful game in What? Where? When?" enough knowledge high school. This game is not about knowledge at all.

- And they also say that sports “What? Where? When?" much more difficult than television. What is it in general - sports "ChGK"?
- It's a slightly different game. Well, as in the automotive industry: a car was built on the same chassis for a different purpose. The goal of the TV game is to show the collision. This is art, because art is primarily “about a person”. The personality is placed in extremely uncomfortable conditions, so that under this pressure everything superficial is gone and the person becomes what he is. Do not cheat live. If you focus on keeping your face, your mask (we all wear masks in everyday life), you will not be able to play, you will only broadcast the mask.

Sports "ChGK" is also interesting. Yes, any intellectual activity brings pleasure: our mind has formed in the process of evolution, and it itches all the time, and the game also provides such a service as collective scratching of the mind, which is many times more pleasant.

But sports "ChGK" is not an art, it's a sport. Trying to figure out which team is...I won't say "smarter" because good players aren't necessarily smarter than bad players... Find out who's better at this particular game.

If Kozlov's team plays sports "ChGK" at the World Championships, it will be very far from the first place. Eight years ago, we would still have fought, but in last years the sports game began to go more and more into abstraction, into such a "bead game". A typical question of the current sports game: three x's are located on the y, they carry three alphas, what word is replaced in the question? At the same time, there is an unspoken agreement: masculine nouns are called x and y, alpha is feminine ...

“Oh, why such difficulties?
- Because the package of questions in the sports "ChGK" should rank, say, 60 teams. The question of the television "ChGK" should not separate the teams, because only one plays. Therefore, if in the sports "ChGK" you give the teams questions from the television, then on most either almost everyone will answer the questions, or, conversely, almost everyone will not answer - it will not be possible to qualitatively determine who won.

I periodically go to warm up in the sports "ChGK", but here I am not as effective as in "human" matters. Although this is a matter of habit. Just a different language. You once learned French, but did not practice - and you forgot, but if you live in a language environment, you will speak again. If a team of strong players in the sports "ChGK" sits down for television questions, then Kozlov's team will beat them. Because it is our language.

How did you become a radio host? Because you love football?
- Six years ago, Radio Zenith was launched, and one of the experts, Lesha Blinov, knowing that I was an active fan, suggested: let's cooperate. There was a program with my participation, "The game of the head." I ask questions, listeners answer via SMS, and the presenters in the studio do not let you get bored.

At the same time, I came as a guest fan in the program “Football Aggravation” by Fedya Pogorelov, then he went to America to study for a year, I replaced him and took root. Fedya, when he returned, came up with another program for himself, and I continue to broadcast “Exacerbation”.

- What's interestnig clever man finds in football?
- Look, the game is an integral and, probably, a basic human need. Wherein important property games - that a person always understands that this has nothing to do with reality. We sat down at chess, and suddenly the house caught fire - it is clear that we will give up the game. But while the house is not on fire, we sit and play, although we have more important things to do, we could earn an extra penny. No, we sit and play. Because like it. As in the famous experiment with a rat, which was implanted with an electrode in the pleasure center in the brain, and she constantly pressed the button to stimulate this center, did not drink or eat.

Football is just one of the games. What do smart people see in it? Well, after all, it's not tic-tac-toe, where two moves and a draw, if you don't make stupid mistakes. In football, there is a place for personality to emerge. There is a place for aesthetic pleasure - football players can do with the ball what they cannot do ordinary people. This is a game of the mind, a game of coaches who select players in such a way as to push them strengths and to level the weak ones - there are no ideal football players ... Maybe only Cristiano Ronaldo. It is also a game with an opponent, a clash of wills and strategies.

- Well, yes, the game - and why are there such terrible fights in the fan environment?
- There is a whole subculture of near-football hooliganism, it has developed its own code of conduct. For example, they fight most often by agreement of the parties, in strict accordance with dueling code. Such a box fresh air. If I go, for example, to a match with Spartak in Moscow and even put on a Zenith rose at the same time ... well, maybe some fool will shine in my eye, this is also in the rules of the game ... But I should be seriously afraid for my life, no.

— Returning to the game: are there definitely unloved types of questions?
- Dislike for certain issues is individual. When we take a question, endorphins are released, you get physiological pleasure. But a momentary feeling of panic, when you don’t understand how to reason, gives an adrenaline or norepinephrine rush, and this is very unpleasant.

Personally, my worst questions are when, excuse me, some garbage is brought to the table: guess how it is used. Questions like “continue the quote of such and such” are close to me, because this is a “person-to-person” relationship, and when they take out garbage, there is no person. Thank God, we have Kapustin in our team: if we are given an incomprehensible object, Kapustin either knows how to use it, or twists it in his hands and guesses.

- Boris Kryuk said about you: this is not a player of knowledge, but a phenomenal solver. But knowledge is still needed. Do you read an encyclopedia, say?
- Not. You just have to be out of context. I'm sitting at work, I downloaded a package of questions from the database - I played. It's hard for me to play alone, so I either take the question in the first second or immediately open the answer.

- And remind me of some legendary something-where-sometimes question ...
- "About the hole", for example. The end of the seventies or the beginning of the eighties, the final of the year, the authors of the questions are in the studio. And one aunt behaved unpleasantly - well, she was the only one who was against the fact that the experts were credited with the answer to some question, not even hers. (I'm not saying a lady on her own unpleasant person, it could be side effect live broadcast.) Finally, it was her turn to ask the question: “Leonardo asked: “What grows the more, the more they take away?” And from herself she added: “The answer begins from the end, and ends from the beginning.”

The question is simple - but experts are stupid for a whole minute. A schizoid way of thinking when you go around in a circle and are not able to get out of it: "Oh my God - I don't know - what it could be - I don't know." Everyone around you has already guessed... In fact, this is a separate format for viewing ChGK - watching the game, knowing the answer: you evaluate how close the players are to the truth. So, the minute has expired - and there is no answer. And Nurali Latypov, answering, suddenly at the last second: "The Pit." Then versions were born, allegedly experts knew the answer already in the first second, they simply teased the viewer, but this is not so.

- You once said a long time ago that small children should not be sent to all sorts of developing kindergartens. Do you still think so? By the way, what is the composition of your children?
- A boy and a girl ... I believe that it is impossible to develop children in a disharmonic way. When you gently direct a child somewhere (there is no question of forcing it), you need to understand whether you are doing this for him or for yourself. There are two poles where so many parents fall into: hypertrophied physical development or hypertrophied dry-intellectual. Are you teaching a four-year-old child to take integrals - and why? A child at four years old is not able to perceive abstractions, and emotional sphere, the ability to empathize you will “dry” him.

- A question from the female part of the editorial office: to “What? Where? When?" Do pairs often form?
- I would not say that there are many or few pairs. Yes, ChGK - I mean the movement in general - is a big hangout, people spend a lot of time together, sympathies arise that turn into relationships. Moreover, there are many couples from different cities: during the year people can meet six times at tournaments, play for three hours, there is nothing else to do - they go for a walk. In general, the environment is conducive. But on the other hand, people are smart, and intelligence actually borders on selfishness, and couples often break up. Because ... Yes, we are all difficult people.

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Biography

Graduated from gymnasium No. 171 of the city of St. Petersburg, in 1996 - St. Petersburg State University, Faculty of Applied Mathematics and Control Processes.

Worked as a trader in joint stock company"Broker Firm Lenstroymaterialy" and CJSC IC "Energocapital"; currently heads the Equity Markets Department at CJSC BFA.

"What? Where? When?"

Since 1991, he has been a member of various teams in a sports version. intellectual games"What? Where? When? "(until 1993 - in the team of Leonid Klimovich, then - in the team of Sergei Vivatenko). In the elite club since 1997.

In the autumn of 2002 he received the Crystal Owl prize. From 2005 to 2009 he was a member of the Board of the IAC.

In 2005, he announced his departure from the television club “What? Where? When?" , but did not stop participating in sports What? Where? When? . He again began performing in the TV club already in 2006. On the this moment(November 2015) has a win-loss ratio in the club of 61.11% (36 games, 22 wins).

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“Many are pleased with your grace, only we don’t have to take the master’s bread,” said a voice from behind.
- Yes, why? - said the princess.
No one answered, and Princess Mary, looking around the crowd, noticed that now all the eyes she met immediately dropped.
- Why don't you want to? she asked again.
Nobody answered.
Princess Marya felt heavy from this silence; she tried to catch someone's gaze.
- Why don't you speak? - the princess turned to the old old man, who, leaning on a stick, stood in front of her. Tell me if you think you need anything else. I'll do anything," she said, catching his eye. But he, as if angry at this, lowered his head completely and said:
- Why agree, we do not need bread.
- Well, should we quit everything? Do not agree. Disagree... There is no our consent. We pity you, but there is no our consent. Go on your own, alone…” was heard in the crowd from different sides. And again the same expression appeared on all the faces of this crowd, and now it was probably no longer an expression of curiosity and gratitude, but an expression of embittered determination.
“Yes, you didn’t understand, right,” said Princess Marya with a sad smile. Why don't you want to go? I promise to accommodate you, feed you. And here the enemy will ruin you ...
But her voice was drowned out by the voices of the crowd.
- There is no our consent, let them ruin! We do not take your bread, there is no our consent!
Princess Mary tried again to catch someone's gaze from the crowd, but not a single glance was directed at her; her eyes obviously avoided her. She felt strange and uncomfortable.
“Look, she taught me cleverly, follow her to the fortress!” Ruin the houses and into bondage and go. How! I'll give you bread! voices were heard in the crowd.
Princess Mary, lowering her head, left the circle and went into the house. Having repeated the order to Dron that there should be horses for departure tomorrow, she went to her room and was left alone with her thoughts.

For a long time that night Princess Marya sat at the open window in her room, listening to the sounds of peasants talking from the village, but she did not think about them. She felt that no matter how much she thought about them, she could not understand them. She kept thinking about one thing - about her grief, which now, after the break brought about by worries about the present, has already become past for her. She could now remember, she could cry and she could pray. As the sun went down, the wind died down. The night was calm and cool. At twelve o'clock the voices began to subside, a rooster crowed, full moon, a fresh, white dew mist rose, and silence reigned over the village and over the house.
One after another, she imagined pictures of the close past - illness and the last moments of her father. And with sad joy she now dwelled on these images, driving away from herself with horror only one last idea of ​​​​his death, which - she felt - she was unable to contemplate even in her imagination at this quiet and mysterious hour of the night. And these pictures appeared to her with such clarity and with such details that they seemed to her either reality, or the past, or the future.
Then she vividly imagined the moment when he had a stroke and he was dragged from the garden in the Bald Mountains by the arms and he muttered something in an impotent tongue, twitched his gray eyebrows and looked restlessly and timidly at her.
“He wanted to tell me even then what he told me on the day of his death,” she thought. “He always thought what he said to me.” And now she remembered with all the details that night in the Bald Mountains on the eve of the blow that happened to him, when Princess Mary, anticipating trouble, stayed with him against his will. She did not sleep and went downstairs on tiptoe at night and, going to the door to the flower room, where her father spent the night that night, she listened to his voice. He was saying something to Tikhon in an exhausted, tired voice. He seemed to want to talk. "Why didn't he call me? Why didn't he allow me to be here in Tikhon's place? thought then and now Princess Marya. - He will never tell anyone now all that was in his soul. This moment will never return for him and for me when he would say everything that he wanted to express, and I, and not Tikhon, would listen and understand him. Why didn't I come into the room then? she thought. “Perhaps he would have told me then what he said on the day of his death. Even then, in a conversation with Tikhon, he asked twice about me. He wanted to see me, and I was standing there, outside the door. He was sad, it was hard to talk with Tikhon, who did not understand him. I remember how he spoke to him about Liza, as if alive - he forgot that she was dead, and Tikhon reminded him that she was no longer there, and he shouted: "Fool." It was hard for him. I heard from behind the door how, groaning, he lay down on the bed and shouted loudly: “My God! Why didn’t I go up then? What would he do to me? What would I lose? Or maybe then he would have consoled himself, he would have said this word to me. And Princess Mary said aloud sweet Nothing which he told her on the day of his death. “Dude she nka! - Princess Marya repeated this word and sobbed tears that relieved her soul. She saw his face in front of her now. And not the face she had known since she could remember, and which she had always seen from afar; and that face - timid and weak, which on the last day, bending down to his mouth in order to hear what he was saying, for the first time examined closely with all its wrinkles and details.

- My mother Olga Dyasekovna Kim (married Moon) dreamed of following in her father's footsteps and becoming a teacher since childhood. This dream was crossed out in 1937. It was an unkind year for the majority of Soviet Koreans, and in the history of our family, the drama of the people was combined with family tragedy.

For Enson Moon, Olga Kim has always been a beauty.

On one of the August days, Olga's father, the director of a rural school, went to a meeting of teachers in the district center and only returned home - a knock on the door: the NKVD. With a search.

According to family legend, grandfather was arrested for finding in his chest a newspaper with a portrait of Jan Gamarnik, a well-known military leader and party member in the country, who was involved in the “Tukhachevsky case” and was already ranked among the enemies of the people. But it is unlikely that the portrait of Gamarnik became the reason for the arrest. It's just that when the NKVD officers found him, they shouted loudly, which is why the family decided that the reason was in the portrait.

Grandmother believed that her husband would soon be released. Well, how can you arrest a person with such a biography? It’s time to write a book about him: how in 1919 he participated in an uprising against Japanese rule in Korea, was taken into custody, but escaped from prison, having made a tunnel with the help of ordinary tablespoons; how he moved through China to Russia and participated in the establishment of Soviet power in the Far East ...

The arrest of the head of the family almost coincided with the gathering of the inhabitants of this village, as well as other Koreans of Primorye, to foreign lands. The Koreans became the first people in the USSR to be deported. The authorities justified this decision with a political situation: relations between the Land of Soviets and Japan were deteriorating, Japanese intelligence threw spies and saboteurs into the USSR, who could easily get lost in places where Koreans were densely populated. In addition, Japanese propaganda could de resonate among the Korean population. It was complete nonsense: the Koreans, who had suffered so much from Japan for centuries, did not feel the slightest sympathy for her.

In comparison with the subsequent deportations of other peoples, this, the first, was not so savage. The seaside Koreans were informed about it a month in advance, the villagers were given the opportunity to harvest.

When the rainy day came, the deportees were put in freight trains- several families in a wagon equipped with two-tier bunk beds - and taken to Central Asia.

Until 1937, our family was quite prosperous, although there was only one worker in it: the headmaster's income was enough. His wife was engaged in housekeeping and raising four children. Now they are the poorest of the poor. Instead of taking more things with her, Grandmother dragged a voluminous basket with her husband's manuscripts. Because, saying goodbye, he ordered to take care of them: children and these papers.

What was in the manuscripts remained a mystery. They still got lost during one of the regular crossings, but my grandfather did not know about it. He died in a prison camp in 1941.

Shortly after arriving at the place that the deported Koreans had to settle in, my grandmother gave birth to her fifth child. It was a girl, very weak. The mother did not have milk. She decided that this child was not a tenant, and she had to go to work so that her other children would not die of hunger.

Then my twelve-year-old mother picked up the newborn and walked with her through the village, asking who else had babies? She begged nursing mothers to give at least a sip of milk to this baby. And women could not refuse. So my mother saved her newborn sister Lena. (Now my aunt Lena has two children and three grandchildren).

That year, my grandmother's children, who had previously studied at school, did not sit down at their desks. The family fought together for survival. They earned what they could. They walked around the yards, picking up discarded unusable rice to cook porridge. The porridge turned out black, but still it was something more or less edible.

Grandpa wanted his children to become educated people and Grandma always remembered it. One day she gathered her children and said: “Let's help your older brother finish school and go to college!”.

And everyone agreed to help. Her eldest son, my uncle, trained to be a teacher. of English language, and years later became, like his father, the director of the school.

And my mother never managed to return to school. She worked in an agricultural brigade and there she followed her father’s order: “When you take on some business, try to become the best in it!”. Worked hard.

With my future father, who lived in a neighboring village, my mother met after the war. The deported Korean youth were not taken to the front, but were drafted into the labor army. My father worked on such a call at a mine in Tula.

Mom by the time they were gossiping around, stayed up in the girls. She was considered ugly because her appearance did not correspond to the then Koreans' ideas about the female ideal. Beautiful called chubby with a small nose and narrow eyes. Mom's face was more of a Japanese type: an elongated, and even atypical nose with a hump ...

Father in the eyes of local young brides was a bit old: as much as 26 years old! After all, Koreans then entered into marriages much earlier.

But it's only for the best that this is how it turned out. My future parents seemed to be made for each other, and the farther, the more obvious that they lived in perfect harmony.

After Stalin's death, the deported Koreans were allowed to move freely around the country and choose their own place to live. Our family decided to settle in one of the rice farms in Dagestan.

Life got better. We, the children, and my mother had four of us, tried to study well and not upset our parents at all.

But it turned out that the joy of one of the sisters turned out to be a terrible shock for my mother. The sister, a graduate of the Rostov Greek Art School, met a guy, a strong feeling broke out between them, and they decided to get married.

What's wrong with that? Why did this news make my mother roar like thunder and throw lightning? The groom was not Korean. He was Jewish.

Mom had no prejudice against people of other nationalities, as long as it did not concern the family circle. She believed that Koreans should marry Korean women, and vice versa. Otherwise, what will happen to national traditions, to the clan? She blamed herself, thinking that she had missed something in raising children, she was afraid of condemnation from the Korean diaspora, which was quite conservative in Dagestan at that time.

In general, she was very angry and suffered, she did not go to the wedding, however, she did not interfere with anyone else from the family. She even gave me money for the journey.

She was also not happy with my decision to marry a Russian girl after an unsuccessful first attempt to build a family with a Korean wife.

Finally, peace returned to the family with the birth of grandchildren: then my mother's heart melted.

She became very attached to my daughter, taught her to speak Korean. I told her Korean fairy tales at night. And sometimes they sang Korean songs - my mother loved them very much.

My Russian wife was taught by my mother how to cook Korean dishes according to all the rules. She was proud of her student: the wife prepares these dishes according to recipes and technologies that have already been forgotten in many modern Korean families.

When we moved to Rostov, where there are so many mixed marriages, including among Koreans, something changed in my mother's views on this side of life. She became more condescending and softer.

Here, in general, much turned out differently. Here, perhaps, for the first time, mother heard from strangers that she had a very interesting face: expressive and attractive.

In her declining years, my mother had the opportunity to live, resting from all kinds of work. But it wasn't for her. She always found work around the house, and considered idleness a sin. This was the truth that had been passed down to her from her ancestors. And nothing shook her.


Recorded by Marina KAMINSKAYA

Mikhail Valerievich Moon(February 25, 1975, Gatchina) - radio host, known primarily as a player "What? Where? When?".

Biography

Graduated from gymnasium No. 171 of the city of St. Petersburg, in 1996 - St. Petersburg State University, Faculty of Applied Mathematics and Control Processes.

Worked as a trader in the joint-stock company "Broker Firm Lenstroymaterialy" and CJSC IC "Energocapital"; currently heads the Equity Markets Department at CJSC BFA.

Leads on Radio "Zenith" programs: "Football aggravation", "Heading".

"What? Where? When?"

Since 1991, he has been playing as part of various teams in the sports version of the intellectual game “What? Where? When?" (until 1993 - in the team of Leonid Klimovich, then - in the team of Sergei Vivatenko). In the Elite Club since 1997.

In autumn 2002 he received the Crystal Owl prize. From 2005 to 2009 he was a member of the Board of the IAC.

In 2005, he announced his departure from the television club “What? Where? When? ”, but did not stop participating in sports What? Where? When?. He again began performing in the TV club already in 2006. At the moment (December 2016) has a win-loss ratio in the club of 60.53% (38 games, 23 wins).

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Graduated from gymnasium No. 171 of the city of St. Petersburg, in 1996 - St. Petersburg State University, Faculty of Applied Mathematics and Control Processes.

Worked as a trader in the joint-stock company "Broker Firm Lenstroymaterialy" and CJSC IC "Energocapital"; currently heads the Equity Markets Department at CJSC BFA.

"What? Where? When?"

Since 1991, he has been playing as part of various teams in the sports version of the intellectual game “What? Where? When? "(until 1993 - in the team of Leonid Klimovich, then - in the team of Sergei Vivatenko). In the elite club since 1997.

In the autumn of 2002 he received the Crystal Owl prize. From 2005 to 2009 he was a member of the Board of the IAC.

In 2005, he announced his departure from the television club “What? Where? When?" , but did not stop participating in sports What? Where? When? . He again began performing in the TV club already in 2006. At the moment (November 2015) has a win-loss ratio in the club of 61.11% (36 games, 22 wins).

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You brought me back, God? the warrior asked enthusiastically.
- Who are you, human? And why are you calling me Lord? the old man was surprised.
Who else could do something like this? the man whispered. - And you live almost as if in the sky ... So you are God.
– I am not God, I am his descendant... Good is true... Come, if you have come, to our monastery. With a pure heart and a pure thought, you came to sling life ... So they returned you. Rejoice.
- Who brought me back, Starche?
“They, the radiant ones, are the “feet of the Lord,” pointing to the marvelous flowers, the Elder shook his head.
Since then, the legend of the Flowers of the Lord has gone on. They say they always grow near the mansions of God to show the way to those who come...
Thinking, I did not notice that I was looking around ... and literally immediately woke up! .. My amazing miracle flowers grew only around a narrow, dark gap that gaped in the rock, like an almost invisible, "natural" entrance!!! Suddenly aggravated flair, led me exactly there ...
No one was in sight, no one came out. Feeling uncomfortable, coming uninvited, I nevertheless decided to try and went to the gap. Again, nothing happened... There was no special protection or any other surprises. Everything remained majestic and calm, as from the beginning of time ... And who was there to defend against? Only from the same gifted as the owners themselves were?.. I suddenly shuddered - but could another such “Karaffa” appear, which would be gifted to some extent, and just as easy to “find” them ?! ..
I cautiously entered the cave. But nothing unusual happened here either, except that the air became somehow very soft and “joyful” - it smelled of spring and herbs, as if I was in a lush forest clearing, and not inside a bare stone rock ... Having walked a few meters, I I suddenly realized that it was getting brighter, although, it would seem, it should have been the other way around. The light streamed from somewhere above, spraying down here in a very soft "sunset" lighting. A strange, soothing melody sounded quietly and unobtrusively in my head - I had never heard anything like it before ... An unusual combination of sounds made the world around me light and joyful. And safe...
It was very quiet and very comfortable in the strange cave... The only thing that was a little alarming was the growing feeling of someone else's observation. But it wasn't unpleasant. Just - a caring look of a parent for an unintelligent baby ...
The corridor along which I was walking began to expand, turning into a huge high stone hall, along the edges of which there were simple stone seats, similar to long benches, carved by someone right into the rock. And in the middle of this strange hall stood a stone pedestal, on which a huge diamond crystal “burned” with all the colors of the rainbow ... It sparkled and shimmered, blinding with multi-colored flashes, and looked like a small sun, for some reason suddenly hidden by someone in a stone cave .
I came closer - the crystal shone brighter. It was very beautiful, but no more, and did not cause any delight or familiarization with something “great”. The crystal was material, just incredibly large and magnificent. But only. He was not something mystical or significant, but only unusually beautiful. Only now I still could not understand why this seemingly simple “stone” reacted to the approach of a person? Could it be possible that he was somehow "turned on" by human warmth?
“You are absolutely right, Isidora...” someone’s gentle voice was suddenly heard. - No wonder the Fathers appreciate you!
Startled with surprise, I turned around, immediately exclaiming joyfully - the North was standing nearby! He was still friendly and warm, just a little sad. Like a gentle sun, which was suddenly covered by a random cloud...
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