On the night of March 13, 10-year-old Ksenia Mokhoreva died in the 3rd Gomel City Hospital. Just a few hours before her death, the girl was frolicking with her younger brother, doing her homework for the next day, and chatting with a school friend on the phone. And then she suddenly felt bad. They called an ambulance and took him to the hospital, but they could not save him. The cause of the schoolgirl's sudden death has not been established - and this haunts the baby's parents.

A huge cottage in a prestigious village near Gomel. Already on the threshold is the alarming smell of Corvalol - it smells of grief here. A week ago, it broke into this house and took from its owners the most precious thing they had - their daughter.

It was an ordinary Monday. In the morning my mother took me Ksyusha to the gymnasium. I was supposed to pick it up after lunch, but I was late at work. No problem. After all, there are loving grandparents.

— At about 12 o’clock my daughter called: “Mommy, when will you pick me up from school?” “I told her that I didn’t have time and that my grandfather would pick her up,” recalls Nina Kugaeva. And then he adds: if I could return everything back, I would drop everything I was doing, run after my baby on foot, pick her up from school, hug and kiss...

At four o'clock Nina returned from work, the grandparents handed their granddaughter to their daughter and went home. Soon my husband returned from work. We were doing some household chores. Everything is the same as always.

— Ksyusha was riding around the first floor on a scooter, playing with Kolya (three-year-old brother. — Note TUT.BY). They hit him hard, I even scolded her: they say, you’re big, you have to think. Then she and I watched videos on the computer. At about eight o'clock she complained that her stomach hurt. And for some reason she asked for Coca-Cola,” Nina remembers the smallest details.

The woman admits: at that time she did not attach much importance to her daughter’s complaint. Which child doesn't sometimes have a stomach ache? And Ksenia is also a joke-lover. Besides, after just a few minutes the girl calmed down, stopped complaining and went about her business: finished her homework, packed her school bag for Tuesday, chatted on the phone with a friend.

An hour later, Ksyusha again began to complain of pain. Nina went to the kitchen to get some medicine. I couldn’t figure out how to help - my daughter rarely got sick. In all 10 years of my life I only had chickenpox and several times ARVI.

“I’m coming back,” and my legs gave way. She is in the bathroom, on the floor, curled up on the rug. I say: “Ksyusha, what are you doing? Get up! She says: “Mommy, now I’ll lie down for a while and go to bed, my stomach just hurts a lot and I’m dizzy.”

My husband came running to Nina’s cry Sergey, at this time he was putting his youngest son, three-year-old Kolya, to bed.

- I start to lift it - it’s wadded. He carried him into the room and laid him on the bed - white as a leaf, blue lips. I'm calling an ambulance. And she heard and asked: “Dad, don’t, they’ll take me to the hospital, I’m already feeling better!” - says the man.

Ksyusha looks very lethargic, but still talks to her parents. He reassures my mother, saying that the abdominal pain has already passed, but my head is still very dizzy.

“Everyone kept sending me out of the room: “Mom, that’s it, go, I’ll sleep peacefully!” And then she began to lose consciousness.

While the ambulance was driving, the parents poured cold water on the baby, shook her, forced her to talk to them - they did everything to keep her from passing out.

— The ambulance has arrived. First they take one hand, then the other. They barely found a pulse and said it was very low. The doctors connected the cardiograph and looked at each other. At first they planned to take us to a children's hospital, but in the end they took us to the one that was closer. In the car, Ksyusha became very ill. They gave her ammonia to sniff, but she hardly reacted. Now I think, perhaps, if it had been an intensive care unit, and not a simple ambulance, my daughter could have been saved.

At approximately 10:40 p.m., Ksenia was taken to the 3rd city hospital.

— We were sitting in the waiting room. The nurse's phone was ringing off the hook. These were calls from the intensive care unit where Ksyusha was. They urgently demanded laboratory assistants, then some tubes, a cardiologist from home and a resuscitator. Two and a half hours later, a doctor and two nurses came to see us. As soon as I saw them, I understood everything. “Are you parents? We fought for two hours. We couldn't save."

Nina doesn’t remember how they returned from the hospital. At four o'clock in the morning the police came to the house and Investigative Committee. They questioned everyone for a long time and confiscated Ksyushin’s computer.

Today, almost a week after that scary night, Nina never ceases to ask herself and those around her one question: how could her absolutely healthy daughter suddenly die like that? No answers yet. Neither the doctors, nor the forensic experts who performed the autopsy, nor the Investigative Committee.

Let us remind you that the Gomel city department of the Investigative Committee is conducting an investigation into the death of the schoolgirl. To establish the cause of death of Ksyusha Mokhoreva, a comprehensive forensic medical examination was ordered.

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Ksenia Ponomareva died. We learned about this yesterday. She is little known to the general public, but her colleagues know her very well, people who worked in journalism in the 90s. And everyone understands for sure that she is from a very important people in journalism.

She headed Kommersant - not for long, but always considered herself part of the Kommersant team. I worked with her in 1997-1998 on Channel One. She then headed the channel. It seems that in 1996 she headed the “Time” program, and then the channel itself. True, not very long. I remember Ksenia, who was busy cleaning the Vremya program from so-called jeans, from custom-made materials. Before Ksenia Ponomareva, Channel One, the news service, was such a strange Zaporozhye Sich, where jeans were dragged, starting from directors, correspondents, everyone saw some kind of small profit. Everyone shared with the authorities, it was such a strange survivalist Zaporozhye Sich, where little by little everyone stole, but they were shy. And when Ksenia came, she began to restore order, she fired on suspicion, she introduced strict criteria for the absence of jeans and supported a correspondent network, in general, she introduced very important professional things.

She and I talked less about the profession than about everyday matters. I was quite independent in terms of the hierarchy and career ladder, that is, she was formally my boss, but in reality we had practically no opportunity to influence each other. Nevertheless, we often met with her, she was very interesting to me - an exceptionally aristocratic, exceptionally well-mannered girl, who at the same time constantly spoke obscenities and chain-smoked. I argued with her a lot, I wanted her to become the woman of my ideal ideas. I weaned her off profanity and smoking. I was then faced with the fact that she believed that she would die before 40. I remember telling her: “Ksyusha, you are 36. Stop smoking...” She told me: “Seryozha, you know, I will die before 40.” At the same time, she showed some pills, thanks to which she lives, which keep her alive, and if the Aeroflot plane does not bring her a pack of these pills from Germany, then she will simply die. She had some kind of illness. She did not name the disease; out of delicacy, I did not ask. But I understood that she considered desperate, incredible hellish smoking the least of evils, which means that at 36 she had some kind of serious illness.

She was a woman who could not be convinced, a woman who very firmly understood some of her truths and was able to defend it harshly, to the point of breaking up. I remember how she schooled and brought the chairman of Channel One to his knees. At that time, the head of Channel One was Mr. Blagovolin and, from Ksenia’s point of view, he committed reprehensible acts. And she knew how to literally humiliate him, trample him, looking right through him, and not give a hand. I was so surprised by this. “Ksyusha, Blagovolin is coming to meet you - radiant, bursting with love (even if feigned). When he comes up to me, I shake his hand, although I know that he did a bad thing, from our point of view. And then he comes up to you, and you turn away calmly, and it’s clear in your eyes that you just don’t see him.” She knew how to project this coldness. Ksenia was so principled in her assessment of people that she told me: “Seryozha, he really committed a reprehensible act and, yes, I don’t observe him, yes, I’m not going to greet him.”

It is also interesting that she knew how to control men significantly older than herself, like children. She treated older men like little children. And what was surprising was that they obeyed her. I always asked her how she does it. She explained. It turns out that at the age of 17 she fled from Moscow to St. Petersburg with a man who was 20 years older than her or even more. She lived with him. She understood men who were older than her, she understood how to manage them. Sometimes it looked very funny. Everyone is sitting, listening to some sullen boss, who is approaching 60, and who is already tired of himself in this capacity. But they write everything down, although they turn their eyes away. Ksyusha could suddenly calmly begin to manage this meeting, and the boss would already turn into a justifying boy, ingratiating himself and waiting for the boy’s praise.

Subsequently, she became the head of ORT, and I, in turn, became the head of information at Channel One. I remember that the formal reason for her dismissal from Channel One was that in June she did not spend the accumulated profits, did not make the necessary payments until June 30, and rolled this money into July. Thus, they went from being an expense item to profit. She was blamed for this by one of the major managers, Berezovsky’s ally, Badri Patarkatsishvili, who said that because of Ksenia, large funds, millions of dollars, were lost. That is, she was supposed to make some kind of payment, it seems, for the satellites, but she did not do this and these funds turned into profit. And she, as a person of honor, wrote a letter of resignation. I remember it well.

Then in 2000 she led the campaign headquarters of presidential candidate Mr. Putin. It must be said that not as an ideologist, but as a media coordinator. Successful. Successfully. She was a brilliant woman, with an incredible strong-willed character and an incredibly masculine mind - iron, steel. Even more masculine than men. At the same time, a beautiful woman, purebred, who knows how to command and who knows how to yearn. Sometimes during conversation her eyes showed the depth of suffering. But at the same time constantly smoking and constantly swearing. But very clever woman, very clever.
I have to say what my colleagues are telling me now - I had a fight with her. Guys, I don’t remember arguing with her. I do not remember. I remember conversations about family life, I remember that she talked about how she would never allow her husband to wash a teaspoon or take out the trash can. She won’t allow it, because the house is exclusively on her. Conversations about family life, health, people's behavior, assessments of people's behavior, morality, immorality of actions. There was a sea of ​​this between us, a sea... a sea. I don’t remember ever arguing with her. Don’t tell me, even if you remember something about my quarrel with Ksenia Ponomareva. I don't remember this myself.

She would have been 55 in September. I must say - she died early. But I remember how I mocked her for not dying at 40. Once we met, she was over 40, I teased, ironized and made fun of her ideas of dying at 40. But... I don’t know how much she would appreciate this joke today...

On August 16, Ksenia Ponomareva, the first Chief Editor newspaper "Kommersant-Daily". She was 54 years old.

Ponomareva was engaged in teaching, and in 1989 she became deputy editor-in-chief at the Kommersant Publishing House, heading the weekly magazine of the same name, and then the Kommersant Daily newspaper. Since 1995, she worked at Russian Public Television, in particular, she headed the directorate of information programs, and in 1997-1998 she was the general director of ORT and the head of Channel One.

In 2000, she was a member of the election headquarters of Russian presidential candidate Vladimir Putin, and in 2004 she headed the election headquarters of presidential candidate Ivan Rybkin.

About the death of Ponomareva first reported on his Twitter page Demyan Kudryavtsev, who for six years was the general director of the Kommersant Publishing House. The information quickly spread and caused a wide response in the media and among users social networks, especially among those who worked with Ponomareva.

Journalist, columnist for the Ekho Moskvy radio station Ksenia Larina on her own Facebook page writes about her like this:

“Ksenia Ponomareva died at 54 from throat cancer.

It was very beautiful and very Strong woman. She appeared brightly, was a star of TV management during the time of Berezovsky, and then disappeared, melted away, did not fight at all for a place under the spotlights. She is remembered by those who worked in journalism in those days, in the mid-90s.
Ksenia always struck me with some kind of former beauty; even then, her beautiful face bore the imprint of a bygone era, a black and white photograph.

Very beautiful, sharp, with a deep low voice, always smoking a cigarette.”

Dmitry Sokolov-Mitrich, writer, poet, journalist, special correspondent for Izvestia shared a memory :

“I developed a strange correspondence relationship with this man. In 1997, Ksenia was the main producer of the ORT news broadcast, I interviewed her for the Telescope news agency - and somehow she sank into my soul with her fatigue and sadness. In the same year, for some reason, I dragged both the image of Ksenia herself and a small quote from this interview into the cycle of my poems “Dowry and characters".

"...I go to the theater twice a year at best. I stop reading because I simply don’t have the strength. I have an English book next to my bed, I read five pages in the evening (more precisely, at night) until I bury my nose in the pillow and I won’t fall asleep. If you are not able to read anything but fiction, then at least read it in English. I sleep for a maximum of five hours. You don’t want to look in the mirror here: the day goes by in three. And this worries any woman.. "

She died.
It's a pity."

Svetlana Kolosova, Head of the Documentary Film Directorate of Channel One, posted an entry: “RIP Ksenia Ponomareva died. More recently she was remembered with Valentina Borisova, as one of the best editors-in-chief of the Vremya program... There is something to say “thank you” for...”

Andrey Shmarov, journalist, one of the founders and leaders of the Expert magazine, reacted like this: “Lord, Ksenia Ponomareva died. It's a shame it's her. She was beautiful, decent, loved Miles Davis, drank only strong drinks.

Somehow I ended up with 18 header options..."

Arkady Kaidanov. Photo: Florida-Rus

Arkady Kaidanov, journalist, poet, television journalist, TV presenter responded to the message of her death in this way:

“Ksenia Ponomareva died.
On the 55th.

There is such a children's game - billiards, where the shot ball rushes from side to side, falling into the most unexpected holes, from which it sometimes jumps out without holding on or stopping.

Such was the time - the 90s.
Social elevators are bullshit when kids' billiards are crazy!
She was from that time.
She was such a ball.

But a ball that could not be confused with others, a ball that sometimes wanted to fly at its own behest and its own trajectory.
This rarely happens with balls.
And this dangerously infuriates those who shoot the balls.

She was beautiful, stylish, smart and not always in her place.
But it wasn't noticeable.
And she was always noticeable.

Game over.
The balls get tired of flying from side to side.
Even iron ones.
She's been tired for a long time.

May her soul rest, Lord."

Tatiana Tolstaya. Photo from personal page on vk.com

Writer and TV presenter Tatyana Tolstaya told about Ponomareva and working together with her:

“God, Ksenia Ponomareva, the former editor-in-chief of Kommersant, the former general director of ORT and many other things, the former boss, has died.
Smart, beautiful, unhappy.
54 years old.

She always wanted something meaningful, interesting activities, and at some point I wanted to become a publisher and published Avdotya Smirnova’s and my book “Kitchen of the School of Scandal.”

It was quite an entertaining book - we printed the best excerpts from the program and asked the heroes of our program (the first two years of production) about their favorite dishes, and they chose something under our unobtrusive guidance.

So, Mikhail Gorbachev wanted dumplings, but the dumplings had already been given to Yegor Gaidar, and Gorbachev was a little offended. But we persuaded him to give in and take some other meat, cooler, more befitting the President of the Soviet Union. And he chose lamb kebab.
If all the grievances high level were resolved in such a peaceful way!

But Ksenia Ponomareva did not deal with recipes, she just wanted to publish the most unusual, beautiful and luxurious book. Everyone deceived her, took advantage of her inexperience, and deceived her. And the format of the collection turned out to be unfavorable - square; a lot of paper went to waste; and expensive food photographers weren’t worth it: the food in the pictures turned out indistinct, fashionably cloudy and blurry; and the text (excerpts from programs) we had to compress to three pages, leaving out a lot of interesting things. And the printing house workers immediately began to steal the publication’s circulation, transporting books on trucks from the printing house, but Ksenia stopped this, anticipating the theft.
We didn’t earn anything, not half a dime, we just spent money on typists, and it’s good if she broke even.

She had plans to publish some books on world cooking, but everything was limited to our book, and she became disillusioned with this activity and closed her publishing house.
She sat with us, drank white wine, always white wine, and said: “I want to be mayor small town. Yelets, for example. Dace will do."
Then she got into a terrible car accident, but she swaggered around and pretended it was nothing, no big deal.
And then we somehow separated and didn’t see each other.
They were completely different.

She was beautiful with a special Russian beauty, in the manner of Nastasya Filippovna - tall, stately, large, sad, blonde hair parted in the middle, trouble and desert in her eyes.
"With beautiful strength in movements,
With the gait, with the look of queens."
She was the queen.
But queens are never happy.

Farewell, Ksenia Yuryevna, the earth is like swan's down and a silk blanket for you.
Sorry, Ksenia Yurievna.”

Alexander Arkhangelsky, literary scholar, literary critic, publicist, TV presenter, writer, republished this post by Tatyana Tolstoy, accompanying it

The first editor-in-chief of the Kommersant newspaper, Ksenia Ponomareva, died at the age of 55. On Tuesday, August 16, he wrote about this on his microblog in Twitter Demyan Kudryavtsev, who held the position for six years general director Publishing house "Kommersant".

“Ksenia Ponomareva died. RIP,” wrote Kudryavtsev.

Nothing has been reported about the place and cause of death, as well as the date of the funeral.

According to the data, Ponomareva worked at the Kommersant Publishing House from 1989 to 1992, first as deputy editor-in-chief, and then as editor-in-chief. Later she held the posts of first deputy director and chief producer of the Directorate of ORT Information Programs. Then she was appointed to the position of acting general director of ORT. From December 1997 to October 1998, she headed Channel One as the general director of ORT. Later she was a member of the board of directors of the Capital Evening Newspaper.

Andrei Vasiliev, who was Ponomareva’s deputy at Kommersant in 1991-1992 and the newspaper’s chief editor in 1999-2010, noted in a publication on the publication’s website that Ksenia Ponomareva published only one, the first issue, and then quit.

“The first issue of Kommersant, if anyone doesn’t remember, was published on January 8, 1990, and we have been “warming up”, that is, publishing issues for internal use, since the fall of 1989. Ponomareva was the head of the commercial information department, and the author of these lines was in charge of non-profit information. Then, however, she overtook me on the career ladder, becoming first deputy editor-in-chief,” said Vasiliev.

According to him, at first the editorial office of Kommersant rented residential premises in house 17 on Khoroshevskoye Shosse. “From that ancient time, I remember its legendary signal, weekly (the newspaper was weekly then) heard over the loudspeaker at three in the morning: “Jews, hand over your files!” “The Jews” were our name for the policy department, which constantly missed deadlines,” Vasiliev wrote.

According to him, Ksenia later disappeared from view; she had problems with alcohol. “I remember inviting her to a gala (very gala, really!) evening at the Bolshoi Theater dedicated to the 20th anniversary of Kommersant. She refused: “I look so terrible, Vasya, that I cannot be shown to the public.” I understood everything and didn’t insist.”