This monologue of his daughter, the great figure skating coach, multiple Olympic champion Tatyana Tarasova- Compilation of two conversations with her browser "SE". One - for our newspaper on the anniversary of Tatyana Anatolyevna in February last year. The other one is for the film "Anatoly Tarasov. The Age of Hockey", created with the support of the Karelin Fund. It will be shown on December 11 at 19.00 on Match TV. A brighter, juicier, lovingly written down to every wrinkle portrait of the first person from the USSR, admitted to the Hockey Hall of Fame in Toronto (but who learned about it only four years later - Soviet officials did not consider it necessary not only to release him to the ceremony, but even to inform him about her) is unimaginable.

state business

There are only a few such people, and they are born not every ten, but every hundred years, - says Tarasova. - For example, Sergei Korolev. He kept the whole world on one button. And dad kept the whole world on one button, only another. Mom raised us so that we understood this from an early age.

We walked on tiptoe at home with him. No one yelled, no one cried, no one climbed into his arms at that time, on his backs. Because dad was in state business. We felt and knew it. Mom told us about this, although dad himself never did. When he was at home, he always worked. He wrote, wrote, wrote all the time. And we couldn't disturb his silence. However, he did not exert any pressure on us. Only if you come to the dacha, he immediately - a shovel and in his hands. "Dig!"

Did my father ever say he was proud of me? No. What is there to be proud of? In our family, there was a setting - everyone does what they can. At the maximum. It's just right - so what to be proud of? Only after my fifth victorious Olympiad did he say to me: "Hello, colleague."

And my mother didn't appreciate it. We didn't accept it. This does not mean that my sister and I are unloved. Just the opposite. We all had a very big love for each other. I grew up in a family where love reigned. There was no fear for my father. There was a fear of upsetting him.

But there was only one praise from my mother's side. Here, at the cottage. She sat in silence and suddenly said: "Tanya, what a fine fellow you are. You built with your own hands such a dacha where we all feel good." It was still alive. And I remembered. And if they were often praised, it would not have stuck in memory.

Is it true that every day my father kicked me out a little to exercise even in severe frost? Is it true. And this is not an execution. Dad was ahead of his time. And I knew that I was capable. I saw how I run, jump, how fast my legs are - not like now. And I did what he thought. Of course, what child will first do it with pleasure?

Did you cry at the same time? We weren't supposed to cry. Even when they could hit, it’s impossible now, but it’s okay, it’s supposed to hit for lying. No, not dad. Mother. And with charging - it has become a habit. You run, you are cold, and dad looks from the balcony and says: "We must run faster - and it will be warmer." Even on New Year's Eve, even on a birthday. For me, then on December 31, finishing training at 22.30 was no problem.

Cutlets from rooks and potato skins

For dad, not only in his coaching years - much earlier, fiction worked as it should at the right moments. When he left for the front, he wrote a note to his mother. Everything happened very quickly, they were taken from the institute to the station. And then mom comes home, and then some guy comes running with a note: "Nina, bring me woolen socks and something else warm to the Kursk railway station." Transport then, at the beginning of the war, in Moscow almost did not go, and my mother went on foot.

She succeeded, of course. Moreover, my mother is a skier, she ran 20 kilometers as if there was nothing to do. We have always had confidence in our mother. She was given a hundred cases at the same time - and she managed to do everything. And then he comes to the station, but there the whole square is shoulder to shoulder, who can you see? But she knew that dad would come up with something. She raised her eyes - and sees that dad ... is sitting on a pole. I climbed up there and somehow sat down, hooked with my feet. For mom to see him! She made her way there, handed over the package - and, she said, they didn’t even have time to kiss, as the guys were immediately sent to the car. He only managed to say: "Ninuha!"

Dad never talked about the war. Mom taught skiers who helped a lot in the defense of Moscow. My father came to the leave several times. And here, just in the 41st, my sister Galya was born. She had to be fed - but with what? Grandmother said that dad, when he came, shot rooks in the cemetery. She cleaned them on white snow, and everything around is black - lice scatter. Then she doused them with boiling water. And they turned blue. Then she cooked, turned and made cutlets out of them.

This is how Galya was fed. Well, there was nothing else! My grandmother also had signature cutlets made from potato skins. All people then lived like that. Galya was then not allowed to play sports because she had a congenital heart disease. After all, she was a child of the war. I couldn’t sit still at all, but she was different. Not so alive.

Already with me, dad was proud that he was a military man, Colonel. Sometimes he wore, as he put it, a military dress. The form always hung in the closet. Next to a happy coaching coat...

I remember how he cleaned this uniform. Each button was polished to a shine. How else, if you need to go to the generals and ask for something for the team! You can't look ugly. Moreover, asking something is not for yourself. He never asked for anything for himself. And the military dress suited dad very well. He was a real beauty in it. From under the visor - wavy hair. Charm!

How he returned from the front - I don’t remember my grandmother or mother telling. Do you know why, maybe I don't remember? Because I was sent to the sport so early that there was no time to listen. This is what is very unfortunate. In addition, since childhood, I had severe headaches after my father and I crashed in a car, and the doorknob broke my head. Since then, I have been sitting on the radiator, my legs were dipped in boiling water, my head was tied, and two pyramidon tablets were already in me. It was hard to listen to anything with such a migraine.

And dad repaired the car - and drove the next day. As if nothing had happened. After all, he is Tarasov.

"Marlboro" instead of "surf"

Of course, we hid something from him. For example, my sister and I started smoking early. With my grandmother, my father's mother. If dad knew this, then they would go with her from the fifth floor in free flight. Grandmother grinned: "Oh, girls, mother and father will find out - they will kill me!"

We asked my grandmother: "Tell your father that you have nothing to smoke. Let him bring Marlboro from Canada!" And then she smoked "Surf" and "North". She told dad: "Toll, cigarettes have become completely bad. They say that they have some good cigarettes in the West, they are called Marlboro, or something. Bring at least a try in old age." He brought. We tried at the same time. Dad never knew about it.

And so he never touched us with a finger. It was my mother who pissed me off, and she could beat me when I once again ran away from the nanny. But dad is not.

Dad never spoke about the difficulties. He mentioned that since childhood he went to work. What Gale wanted - and was very glad that she, studying at the Pedagogical Institute, continues to work at school. He liked that it was difficult for her, that there was absolutely no free time. My mother has been working since the age of 13.

Dad himself went to work at a watch factory at 14. And he did very well there. In general, he could do everything with his hands. This is the case when a talented person is talented in everything. So he took an old leather ball, on which the skin has not been visible for a long time, everything is torn to shreds. And from this ball he made sandals for mom. There was nothing to wear. I didn't do it anymore. I was late, life was already a little different. He no longer sewed shoes for me, but brought them. From abroad.

As for education, once there was a case. I was eight years old. My sister and I had the responsibility of cleaning the apartment. Mom worked at the food institute at the department of physical education, and Galya and I had to clean the room. I had a bedroom. On that day, the whole family was supposed to leave for Leningrad. Dad said that there were three free days, and he would be lucky to show everyone this city, where I had never been before.

Mom comes home from work, checks how we put everything away - and crawls under the closet. And I wasn't there. Then there was a short family council. As a result, three - parents and Galya - got into the car and drove to Leningrad. But I stayed. Grandmother told them from the balcony: "Beasts!" But it was not up for discussion.

No, I did not cry and did not take offense. Since childhood, in our family there was a slogan: "Look for mistakes in yourself." It's so hard to live, because almost always you are to blame. But that's the way it seems to me to be. And my grandmother then gave me a change for ice cream ...

The death of a younger brother

Yurka - it was daddy's love. He also raised his younger brother, since their father died very early, their grandmother raised them alone. Grandmother said that she and dad were very different. Dad is very disciplined, precise, Yura is much softer. Therefore, the story of Alexei Paramonov that the younger brother could be late for the installation, and the elder did not open the door with the words: "Comrade Tarasov, the installation has already begun, the train has left!", are quite understandable.

Yura had a beautiful wife, Lucy. Grandma said she was a flirt, but I don't know that. From the photographs I can judge that Lucy was a really beautiful woman. I remember how I sat in Yura's arms, and how I remembered it, I don't know, I was quite small, after all.

In 1950, dad was a playing coach of the Air Force, Yura was a player in the same place. The team flew to the Urals. And the father flew out five hours earlier to ensure the arrival of the team without overlap and to meet her on the spot. It saved my dad. And Yura with hockey players died in a plane crash near Sverdlovsk. Seeing his brother, dad collapsed without feelings ...

There is now a mass grave, and when I find myself in Yekaterinburg, I always go there. And I am grateful to the leadership of the region, the city and the hockey club that they are very attentive to this grave.

Grandmother went there, and from this place she brought a suitcase of earth to Moscow. Here (the conversation took place at Tarasova's dacha in the village of Buzaevo, - Approx. I.R.), next to the 75th house, there was an old cemetery. They weren't buried there. But the grandmother somehow agreed that she was given a small plot. She made a grave and poured this earth into it. We went there with her. Grandmother cried and told how Yura was.

"He did not sing in the big theater, but in the hockey locker room!"

Why was the tandem of the pope with Arkady Chernyshev so successful in the national team? Am I a professional at this? Dad is a practitioner. And he was mainly engaged in training work. Not only the army team, but also the Dynamo and Spartak players were brought up on it anyway. Arkady Ivanovich had other functions. But dad and Kadik found a common language - that's what he called him. In this bundle, each had its own mission.

Dad, although he formally helped Chernyshev, did not feel offended, because he led the training process every day, and his players in the team were the most. And if he said that Yevgeny Mishakov, with a severe injury, practically incompatible with life, would score the decisive one, and therefore he had to be taken and placed, he was taken and placed. And Mishakov scored.

They were two different people, but rooting for the same cause. And their relationship with dad was very good, respectful, no matter what anyone said. Families met (Chernyshev's wife was called Velta), drank and ate. They drank wine from glasses. Yes, from glasses! And Arkady Ivanovich treated me like a native. I'm a dynamo. And his sons are like family to me. We are children of the same generation. Tarasov and Chernyshev have graves nearby.

It is known that dad, during breaks in important matches, when the team was losing, could suddenly sing. "Internationale", the anthem of the Soviet Union, "Black Raven" ... In general, we always sang at home at feasts. This ended every evening. Mom had a good voice, and Galka and I liked to drag something out, and my mother's sisters. I also sang in the choir. In general, it was a tradition in the country. When you were overwhelmed, when you were in a good mood, you really wanted to sing. And songs of the war years, and much more. I don’t know how to sing today’s songs, but I wanted to sing those.

And dad said: “A bear stepped on my ear.” He had no hearing. But he did not sing at the Bolshoi Theater, but in the hockey locker room. They say that when you can't put something into words, you can dance. He sang. This is also a welcome. Unexpected. Sinking into the soul. This comes instantly, it is impossible to imagine in advance. I'm telling you this as a coach.

Once Igor Moiseev said that when there are no words, then the dance enters. And dad had a song. Because it always carries associations, and everyone understands it in their own way. And she covers the excitement, self-doubt. This is a genius move. But I didn't use it myself. All for the same reason - you have to come up with something of your own.

In Toronto, they are very much asked to take some things to the Hall of Fame. Whether it's a hat or a glove. I'll try to do it. Or maybe I will hand over books that are not translated into English. Or a copy of a friendly cartoon in Izvestia, which was presented to us by Uncle Borya Fedosov, where dad is depicted as a conductor.

"There were no artists in our house and never will be!"

After the injury (Tarasova got it at a young age, after which her figure skater career was completed - Approx. I.R.) I was all in sadness, from which my dad shook me out. Didn't let it be there for long. I wanted to dance, studied, acted - both in "Birch" and in the Moiseev ensemble. But my hand was like a rag. And the father said: "Go to the rink, help your friends. There are no coaches. Take the children - and if you work well, you will be happy all your life." And so it turned out. He determined my fate by telling me to go to work as a coach at the age of 19. And it made my life.

Before that, I wanted to enter GITIS as a choreographer. But my father told my mother: "Nina, there were no artists in our house and there will not be." The question was closed. As a result, I comprehended this science in the course of my life. My husband Vladimir Krainev (an outstanding pianist and music teacher. - Approx. I.R.) said that I can hear music well.

She watched many ballet performances, was admitted to Igor Moiseev for rehearsals. I sat on all the steps in the Kremlin Palace of Congresses, watched everything a thousand times, as in the Bolshoi. Something got into me, transformed - in general, I bet a lot. It was and still is my passion. And most of all I miss the fact that I do not put.

Somehow he asks: "How much do you work a day?" - "Eight hours". - "And I went to Zhuk, eight work there. And Chaikovskaya works eight. How will you catch up with them? You have to work for twelve years and four." But I know how much you can work, all my legs are frostbitten. We're on the open rink. But she left Moscow, was in Severodonetsk, Tomsk, Omsk, in general, she spent all the time at the training camp. Because in the capital it is impossible to be at the skating rink for as long as it takes for one road. And there you live opposite the skating rink, and you don’t care about anything except training - there were no mobile phones, thank God. As there were no coaches for speed-strength training. You did everything yourself...

I was always at my dad's matches. Galya studied in the evenings, and I came to every game. And mom too. But he didn't notice it at all. It literally didn't matter to him. And he did not pretend not to notice, but really did not notice. He just didn't think about it.

Dad came to my training exactly once. And left. How on purpose. I trained with Rodnina and Zaitsev, we were supposed to have a rental. And he came to us at "Crystal". How did he get there? Maybe I visited Anna Ilyinichna Sinilkina, the director of Luzhniki, I don't know. But there was one chair at the very top of the skating rink. Almost under the ceiling. There were many steps leading up.

In training, she was always on skates. It was more convenient for me, I skated well and was quite young. And then she was late and ran out onto the ice in boots. It didn't take long for me to realize that someone was sitting on top. Then she looked up. Oh God! Dad. And I'm not skating. Skaters are also bad at warming up. They don't see him either. And with peripheral vision I observe how he, without waiting for the rental, leaves. Lowering your head down. I was already an adult, but I was afraid to go home. Because it was all wrong. This cannot be allowed.

I saw the underside of my father's glory. How it works, how it delivers. And how he suffers. Therefore, from the very beginning I understood that this profession is not sugar. But it was so interesting, so exciting! In the same Rostov, my friend Ira Lyulyakova and I opened a skating rink - there was neither a pourer nor a car. And there were only two hoses. And so we cleaned it, poured ice, then rode on it. And so - four times a day. It took an hour to fill one.

I think that a lot of me, of course, from nature. Blood is not water. Misha Zhvanetsky wrote to his son: "Son, have a conscience, and then do whatever you want." Because conscience does not allow you to do anything. And the same responsibility that I have from a young age - it didn’t come out of thin air. And from mom and dad.

Mom was no weaker than dad. She communicated well with people, everyone adored her. She was in charge of the women's council, did a lot of work with the wives of hockey players, who loved her very much. She saved many families. And how many people cured of various nightmarish diseases! I didn't feel sorry for myself. Like father and sister Galya. Our whole family is prone to self-sacrifice.

Dad, an excellent handsome man, chose his wife, I think, from many. And he chose his mother, and his mother served him even when he died. I sat, sorted through and signed each photo. I remember she was 90 years old. I enter her room - and I see the unfolded suitcases with pictures. And each of them, starting from the 38th year, she signs. Who is standing, where they play, what, in what city. She remembered everything and did this work every day. I go in and ask: "Mom, are you working?" - "Working".

And she did not give offense to her father's name. Once, Uncle Sasha Gomelsky wrote something that my mother did not like. She called him: "Sashka, you wrote it wrong here." - "Well, Ninka, I didn't lie, but maybe I forgot something." - "No, Sash, call this newspaper, insert a note. It won't work. Otherwise, I'll come to you." Gomelsky called, corrected himself.

Did I hear a whisper behind my back: they say, with Tarasova, with such a dad, everything is clear, for her, the roads are open everywhere? And I didn't feel it. I just went to the place where from the first day I became needed and happy. Despite the fact that dad wrote in the Pravda newspaper that the figure skating federation, apparently, was stunned that they entrusted the young girl to work in the USSR national team. And it just so happened that I took a couple, which immediately got into the national team.

Yes, my dad wrote it. In Pravda. That I should be fired. What could I tell him? It was his opinion! It wasn't enough for me to say anything to him. He knows better. And what's more, it was probably right. I was a 20-year-old girl who, sorry, didn’t have an ear or a snout in dancing.

I didn't want to embarrass my father. It was kind of indecent - to work where dad is. Therefore, I have never been to CSKA. When she skated - in Dynamo, when she worked - in trade unions.

Four suitcases of mushrooms

Dad had a huge filing cabinet. Each exercise, its purpose, the muscle groups involved in it, were prescribed from and to. It was work for the ages! Once I asked him for it.

And he didn't give me.

Moreover, he was even surprised that I asked. Cut off: "You are a beginner coach. Why should I give it to you? Think with your head!" And only later, when I wanted to give him one book, he, although he was a very educated person, reacted: "Leave it to yourself. I eat from my own head." And he did the right thing, that he did not give me a file cabinet. At first I seemed to be offended somehow, but now I understand everything. So after all, you can give everything, but your head will not work. What is especially important at the initial stage.

He called young hockey players "semi-finished products." And my athletes too. He was amazing at seeing mistakes. And he said: "Daughter, you must see very quickly." Dad saw very quickly. Another one of his favorite words was "bastards".

Having become a coach, I never approached him professionally. Who talks about work at home? But he had some rationalization proposals, and he went - to Galka, to me. Infused into our lives. He came to birthdays - with his pickles, jams, boiled pork. Everyone adored him. And he adored my husband Vova Krainev, his company. Everyone sat around him - and Vovin's friends, and mine, and athletes.

He spared nothing for us. I didn't go to the shops, though. Didn't quite know what they were. I could buy two boots for one foot. He gave his daily allowances to hockey players, he said when he dismissed them: "Tanka - red, Pebble - blue, Ninke - white." Then he brought, without even looking: "This is for you." The details didn't interest him. All the scarves were the same, mohair. As if they made one uniform for everyone! ( laughs) But we were well off. We had shoes.

I always tried to bring him something. He said: "Daughter, why are you spending money? Although ... very comfortable." He had a jacket, a happy coat - such a short one. He put it on for all matches, like me - a fur coat. And the shirts are white. And usually something - in training. We were always dressed in CHS - pure wool. Even in winter, even in summer. They lived without frills. But we had everything.

Once brought four suitcases. Galya and I are generally out of whack. We think - now we will dress up from head to toe! Especially since we had serious plans for the weekend. We open. And then there are white mushrooms. Picked up in Finland. Four suitcases. Mushrooms must be cooked. Two days without bending. Cleaned, boiled, marinated, salted, twisted ...

We could be silent and know what everyone was thinking. In that sense, we were a very happy family. When he already had a sore leg, and we, mother and two daughters, were with him at the dacha four of us, he said: “What a blessing that girls were born to me, and life turned out so that no one ran away anywhere. I, - said, I love to listen to your chirping. We cooked vinaigrette, and we felt so good! And when Lesha grew up (Tarasov's grandson, - Approx. I.R.), he loved to talk to him.

I had a performance of "Sleeping Beauty", I put it in the UK, and we rolled it in theaters there. For this performance, amazing huge chairs were made, but it turned out that they turned out to be too heavy and bulky for the performance. I took this chair to my dacha - it still stands there. It was very comfortable for dad to sit on it, and everyone saw it. Everyone in the village walked, saw him in an armchair and said: "If Taras is sitting, then everything is fine in our country."

We took pity on him, spoiled him, of course. He was an unpretentious person. But, of course, the fact that they were excommunicated from work ... I also came from America, spent ten years there, prepared three - ours, mind you - Olympic gold medals. And I was 58 years old. But they didn't hire me either. They didn’t give a skating rink, they didn’t make a school. No, I don't compare myself to my dad. Because dad is the whole planet. But it seems to me that even in relation to me it was irrational.

"The hall of huge people stood for 40 minutes"

The most titled coach in NHL history, Scotty Bowman, called himself a student of Tarasov. He even glued his father's gloves - or rather, the remnants of them - to his hands when he went to training. What a documentary the Americans made about dad last year! He won all the awards there. And, having completely devoted himself to hockey and all his inventions in it, he, of course, knew his worth. In general, it seems to me that every person who does something serious knows his worth. And therefore does not pay attention to trifles.

Overseas, people understand and appreciate everything about him. It's happy, but sad. I remember Galya and her father went to Boston, I had already worked in America with Ilya Kulik. There was a gathering of professional trainers, 500-600 people. And dad was invited there. He limped a lot and walked with a crutch. But he decided that he would go on stage without a crutch.

Galya dressed him up. We were very worried. The door opened and he went. Elderly genius. Like an air cushion. The whole room stood up. And stood for forty minutes. Galka and I cried like never before in our lives. Dad was wearing a white sleeveless shirt so that his stomach was not visible. And here he is - and all these outstanding Canadian coaches applaud him. Then he quietly, quietly seated them.

It seemed to me that it was a hall of huge people. Huge in size and soul. Although they are from another continent, speak a different language, adhere to other rules of life. But they were grateful to the pope for the fact that in his books he suggested to them the ways of developing the game invented in their own country. And this despite the fact that not everything is written in the books, because he was afraid to give out the secrets of his homeland!

Mom kept a copy of the North American contract for his latest book. In the paragraph "payment conditions" dad wrote: "Based on the results of labor." Unmercenary. He never received the money. And when he was gone, five thousand dollars were sent to my mother from America. In Russia, by the way, the book has just been published.

And Galya and I wept in Boston not only from joy for our father, but also because we would like to have all this in our country.

How they filmed the well-deserved after "Spartacus"

That's the attitude towards dad in North America. And we have terrible envy. Damn those leaders. For the fact that they turned off dad from the Super Series-72. I have photographs where he negotiated with Khrushchev long before that about games with Canadian professionals. It was the meaning of his life. Brezhnev brought his father to Khrushchev, and dad said: "We can no longer just train. Believe that we will win."

You know, since they didn’t take him there - not only to train, but even to watch, unfortunate pigs! - I completely lost interest in hockey. Never looked at it again. For the first time since 1972, she did it at the Pyeongchang Olympics.

After all, then for the pope was a great tragedy. And he did not watch the Super Series matches with us. He was at the cottage. And watched them alone. Why does he need us when hockey is on? We can ask something out of place. But, of course, he watched the matches. Here in Legend N 17” is a work of art. It's the same movie.

In 1969, when my father took CSKA off the ice under Brezhnev in a match with Spartak, only the deserved one was removed. I was at that match with my friend Nadia Krylova, a ballerina from the Bolshoi Theatre. After the match, we left the palace and waited for him outside. And they saw what no one then spoke or wrote about. When he got out and wanted to go to the car, the whole square in front of the arena swayed to the beat. It was filled with Spartacists, and they stood shoulder to shoulder. And there was a terrible, heavy rumble.

And the car was at the very end of the road, by the Christmas trees. There was nowhere to go. But dad, without raising his head, went. We are behind him. And so he walked, and the whole area in front of him parted. He walked like a ship, like an icebreaker. Not a sound. From all sides they jumped up and pulled out tufts of hair from him. And someone got to the eyebrow at all, almost to the eyes. There were no police there. But he did not pay attention to anything, he was like a stone. He walked, and we followed him, and wept, because almost all of his hair had been torn out before our very eyes.

Only when dad came to the car, he turned and said: "I will answer everyone when I sit down." He got into the car, opened the door for us, we fell in there, all in tears and snot. And he opened the window, put his hand on it, as he always did. And he said, "Ask." People approached the car quickly. At first he was on the move. And didn't know what to do. The father of these people was not afraid and did not close the window. They lifted our car, shook it, threw it. And the whole area was gone. And we went.

I have seen him cry twice in my life. One time when we crashed in a car with him. I had a traumatic brain injury and my head has been hurting ever since. I was seven years old. And the second time - after "Spartacus", when he was removed from the well-deserved. He fell straight onto the bed and cried. Never ever. Even after Sapporo. Honored Coach - this was the highest title that a person who is professionally engaged in this business can have.

The country's leadership, in principle, never forgave such things. It was almost worse than leaving - disrupting the match with the Secretary General. But the title was returned to him. This was done by the chairman of the State Committee for Sports Sergey Pavlov. Dad said: "I understood why they removed my title from me, and why they returned me, I didn't understand."

Prohibition on the profession

And then at the age of 54 he was suspended from work forever. And it was a ban on the profession. He never worked as a coach again. It doesn't fit in my head at all. We had an apartment then - like this room, and my mother and sister were so sorry for him ...

Creatures. They killed him. Who? Party and government leaders. They have already intervened in the sport - and walked there, telling who to train and how. They considered themselves stars. And years and centuries are not measured by them.

It all happened at the 72 Olympics in Sapporo. I heard that they, these leaders, asked him to hand over the last match to the Czechs, when we won the tournament two rounds before the end, and we no longer needed anything. And the comrades-in-arms in the socialist camp had to be helped to get ahead of the Americans and take the silver. They refused with Chernyshev, the team won, the USA became the second, Czechoslovakia - the third.

Dad was completely uncontractual. He didn't understand it. Because he was a real, great coach. Teacher, educator, professor. He couldn't even think about it. And then there was the massacre. So I had to write a statement.

I just started in Sapporo, I arrived there with my couple. And dad, it turned out, he finished there. He wrote his own resignation letter. And Arkady Ivanovich, Kadik, to his credit, immediately said: "Tolya, I won't work without you. I'll leave with you. Think about it, maybe we'll work some more?" But dad said no. And they both left.

And that's all. It looks like he was buried alive. Straight to the ears. They took away the club, the national team - and did not give anything in return. Just a terrible punishment came up, monsters. They did it very badly for him and terrible for the country. Because under dad and Chernyshev, the team won everything. And with his departure, the real system was lost, according to which our hockey was supposed to develop.

But dad dug himself out. And he focused on the "Golden Puck", which he once invented himself, and then it became his life's work. I am happy that Lesha, the grandson of Tarasov, is now leading her. Because it's kind of a family business and we'll do our best to never let it down. And I will work for him, and I will also come up with something for him.

When the “Golden Puck” began, I asked Galka to quit school. My sister taught Russian and literature to children for 38 years, she adored her profession. But I begged her: I will work, and you go with your father, because open skating rinks mean pneumonia. And he was running everywhere. And I in this sense - in it. I already walk badly, I'm limping after spinal surgery, but if I'm going somewhere, I work at the maximum.

Conductor who adored Chekhov

Dad loved to read. Favorite writer - Chekhov. And in recent years, Galya planted unmasking literature about the Soviet period on him. He rushed about, shouted: “Anti-Soviet girl!” Couldn't get up, hit us with a crutch. And Galka put it on.

Did he show how hard it was for him to be out of a job? He told me: "Don't look back, daughter, you have to look ahead." But we are still on the same thread. They loved each other so much that it is impossible to even speak. Yes, sometimes they got angry at him. But it normal. And everyone understood, and everyone felt.

Our press did not understand the significance of his figure. Or didn't want to understand. He himself wrote a lot and to the point. He has written more than 40 books - and hundreds of articles. And it seems to me that journalists and commentators felt a sense of jealousy towards him. When I started commenting now, I feel it too. Whom he warmly treated was Uncle Bora Fedosov, who organized the Izvestia Prize. There is my favorite thing hanging on the wall. A friendly caricature in which my father is a conductor, and around all the famous hockey players. Uncle Borya gave this.

When my dad and I entered the Sports Palace (and at that time it was not shown on TV at all), the hall, which consisted of different people - army, Dynamo, Spartak - got up. The fans understood everything. But many journalists don't. They pinched him, they wanted to teach him everything. And they were jealous of the fact that he writes a lot - and not like them.

What did not work out with Viktor Tikhonov? Dad recommended it, I remember exactly. The specific gravity of that was incomparable with my father's. But still, my father said that he was better than everyone else. Papa was removed, but he was consulted. He was 50 years ahead of his time.

But there is no papa's street, no school named after Tarasov. The same Ozerov lived not far from us, in Zagoryanka. They played tennis with their dad. Ozerova Street is there, but Tarasova is not. But the fact that there is no school upsets me more.

Three million from the Rangers

He didn't even think about leaving. True, he did not know that he was offered the New York Rangers to coach. For three million dollars. But he still wouldn't go. I had no idea how it would be to give out the secrets of the Motherland.

Letters came from New York, but they did not reach him. One day, Arne Stremberg (a long-term head coach of the Swedish national team. - Approx. I.R.) called him and said: “Anatoly, it is written in all the newspapers that the Rangers are offering you a contract. We're all terrified that you're not working. They write that you are sick and refuse. Why are you sick, Anatoly? - "I'm not sick with anything." He was still a young man.

This was a few years after he was removed from CSKA and the national team. But he was offered a house, a car, an interpreter. Something that in America has never been offered to anyone. He just spread his hands: "But I don't know at all that someone is offering me something. Except for Ninka, what she offers me for lunch." The Central Committee of the CPSU answered all inquiries that Tarasov was ill.

There was one season when dad coached football CSKA. Did he consult me ​​before taking it? Still not enough. Who am I? He made his own decisions. Mom felt sorry for him, said: “Tol, everything will work out for you there, but you will go crazy.” But it didn’t work out, because his knees let him down. Then there were no such injections as now. He could not move, but the field is bigger there, you need to see everything in training. But many players said that thanks to him they understood how to train.

Shortly before dad left, she suddenly heard from him: "Daughter, why didn't you tell me to go to America to teach?" - "How, - I say, dad, didn't say? She said, and more than once. When she started working there with Ilya Kulik."

I worked there with mine. The Americans forbade me to take anyone else for two years. They brought Johnny Weir or a very small Shizuka Arakawa to consult, but they did not give me the right to fully deal with them.

Then, after the first year in the States, and said: "Dad, let's go. Settle in the house, I still rent it, and they will come for your soul five minutes after you find yourself there." But he objected: "No, daughter, I will not go there with your money. You earn little, and I do not want to live at your expense." And I really couldn’t earn much, because I was only allowed to work with Kulik. “Dad, we have enough for food and doctors. I will insure you.

But when I reminded him of all this, he shook his head: "No, you probably didn't tell me that."

"Across the ocean, doctors would not have given him purulent sepsis"

In the late 80s, he was nevertheless released to Canada - for a hip operation. They didn't let me go with him! Chairman of the State Committee for Sports Marat Gramov said: "You won't go together." I tried to object: “He will never be ill, he is an elderly man, he has never been operated on. I beg you! Although with poor English, I will look after him. Calgary, ready to ride for my money and be close to my dad." Not allowed. And it was impossible to explain that both dad and I, if they wanted, would have stayed in America a long time ago ...

And after a couple of years, hockey in North America was no longer Canadian, but Canadian-Russian. And, turn back the time a little, dad could work miracles there. And there, purulent sepsis, like our doctors, he definitely would not have brought. I would drive my car calmly and teach hockey to those who wanted to learn ...

My father arrived in Lillehammer 94 in a wheelchair a year before his death. Torvill and Dean asked me to come to Lillehammer with them. I looked at my father with Galka ... Yes, he would still live and live if our doctors had not introduced a fatal infection to him. And his suitcase was packed to go to the World Cup. They killed him. At 76 years old.

He was still happy with everything. With what they did to him... And he also wanted to buy a car. We tell him: “Dad, get up. Go to the savings bank, take all the money. The day after tomorrow you won’t even be able to buy a moped with them.” - "This cannot be, because all my money is earned in full view of the Soviet people." - “Get up. Or give me a receipt. Otherwise, in two days you won’t even be able to buy a car door.” "No, they can't do that to people."

In the end, I didn't buy anything. Although he was very fond of "Volvo" and dreamed of her, at least second-hand. They once wanted to give him a gift abroad, but he could not take it. He said: “If I take from you and we, God forbid, lose, they will say that I passed the game.”

When, six years later, by inheritance it was possible to receive the money that he set aside in the bank, Galya went there. And dad told mom: “Ninka, I provided all the girls. The girls will live comfortably. He wrote 40 books, never touched this money. I have 38 thousand rubles.” And these are three Volgas. Plus cottage or apartment. Mom to him: “You know that the girls will work. And you get up, go. It's yours, you need to take it." Did not go.

So, Galya went to receive years later. She was given $890. Not even a thousand.

Menshikov realized what kind of person dad is

When I was at the premiere of "Legends N 17”, not once did I have the urge to get up and leave. You know, so many absolutely ugly films were made about my father ... In one, my mother drinks without eating. Dad always acts like some kind of beast. And I really said it. On that day, Nina Zarkhi (film critic, head of the foreign film department of the Art of Cinema magazine. - Approx. I.R.) called me and said to her: "I won't go." And she said: "My friend was in the morning at a journalistic show. You can go. Go quietly."

And Misha Kusnirovich said: "I do not insist on anything. I only ask you to come to GUM with me." And I listen to him. Because he is the person with whom communication can be considered a great happiness. And smart, and talent, and kindness.

I didn't even wear special clothes, I came as is. And I am very grateful that I experienced ... this. Strange feeling. At the end I was afraid to even look at the screen. I felt like my dad was here. This is called the great power of art. Honestly. I even had it twice. The second - when we went to Sochi, where the Russian junior team watched the film before the World Cup, and Putin came there. And again, this state returned to me for a few seconds. I couldn't sleep at all. I had such a connection with my father.

Too bad they didn't contact me. I knew that they were filming about my father - and I found a lot of his old photos. I think that it was possible to make it absolutely similar. After all, Oleg Menshikov has in his face what his father had in his youth. I have one photo where there is just a very big resemblance. But they called when they were almost done and invited me to the set. She asked: "Why? Everything is done for you. I won't go."

But it is not important. Because in the end I called him (director Lebedev. - Approx. I.R.) and thanked him. And Menshikov too. Apparently, he, a worthy actor, just realized what kind of person dad is. But by and large, no one has ever been interested in this. Each of his cells was sent to serve the flag. For him, this is the Fatherland, and this was not invented. This is how we lived.