Evil Will Not Prevail
By Yelena Nikolashvili
Mikhail Khodorkovsky's daughter, Nastya, is interviewed by MN's Yelena Nikolashvili
Nastya Khodorkovskaya, the only daughter of Mikhail Khodorkovsky, is 14. This year she finished the seventh grade at school. On Tuesday, May 31, while the Meshchansky Court judge was reading the last pages of the verdict for Mikhail Khodorkovsky, Nastya was taking her last exam.

How did you learn what sentence had been delivered?
Tuesday afternoon, after we had already passed the English exam, my friend and I went out for a walk. We were already quite a long distance away from the school building when someone caught up with us and said: "Nastya, the deputy principal is looking for you." Well, we were frightened: Why should she be looking for me? We thought that there might have been something wrong with the exam although apparently it had passed smoothly. We dashed back to the school building. When I ran into the deputy principal's office, her TV set was on. She said: "Nastya, a verdict has just been delivered. Your father has been sentenced to nine years." At first I did not quite understand what that meant. I said: "What, it's been delivered already? I thought it will take a long time yet to read the verdict." Seeing my reaction, the deputy principal started diverting me with conversation, saying, "It's okay" and "we are with you."
I recovered about five minutes later. That is to say, I understood what had happened, but on the purely superficial level. It was not until the evening, when I returned home, that I began to realize, at last, what had happened. I just sat alone in my room, thinking. An hour later the fact that he had been convicted, that it was all over now, finally sank in.
Had you expected this sentence or were you hoping for a different verdict?
All this time I hoped that everything that had happened would prove to be just a bad dream and dad would be released. You see, this long ordeal has been so terrible that for some reason I had a feeling that at last something good must happen - just once during all these long months.
So at first I did not believe it when I heard about the nine-year sentence. This simply could not be true. Don't they have a conscience? I hoped that perhaps he would be given at least a short leave - just three or five days. I wanted to see him so badly. But then they did what they did. Now I feel just terrible.
What impression did he make on you when you last saw him? How did he behave?
I last saw dad when I was allowed into the courtroom during a break. Dad was sitting in a metal cage, smiling at me. Of course they did not let us talk. When it was time for me to leave, I managed to grab him by the hand for a second. The guard turned toward me with a deadly scowl on his face. But I was already out of the room.
What words spoken by your father do you remember most vividly - perhaps an episode from your childhood?
I constantly recall our last conversation. Every Sunday morning, when mom was still asleep, we would talk in the car as we drove somewhere - about how the week had passed, what was happening, and why. Dad explained many things to me. He was the one person who always told me the truth - what was really happening rather than what he would like to see. Today no one tells me that anymore. I am trying to look for the truth, but I can't find it anywhere.
So that last Sunday we went to his favorite computer store. Dad and I were sitting in the car, at a red light, and he was telling me about what was going on, about people, the way they behaved, and why.
He explained to me that all people must be able to work. And to be able to work they must study first. Many do not have an opportunity to study, but if they had, they could work and thus create new ideas and things. So all people must be given a chance to study, especially those who do not have such a chance now.
Had dad not established a boarding school (at Koralovo. - Ed.) the kids who are there now would have no chance of getting an education. But now they do, and he believes that everyone must be given such a chance. He said that if a person does not want to study, this person will not study all the same nor be able to work effectively, whatever his or her situation may be, whether he or she comes from a poor or well-to-do family. But if he really wants to study, he will go out of his way to get an education.
Were you scared when the attack on Yukos was launched? Did you and your father discuss the possibility of going abroad?
I absolutely cannot imagine living abroad. Once we discussed various educational options for me - in particular, studying abroad. But now I simply cannot imagine what will happen if I go away. I know for sure that this will be very bad.
Leaving may mean surrendering. As long as we are here, we can hold on, keep going, we still have strength. If I leave and mom has to spend much of her time visiting dad, while the junior kids grow up on their own, we will just fall apart. We will not be together. But right now being together is of paramount importance for us.
Of course, at the end of the day, everyone must count only on himself, but it would be wrong to put a full stop in the end of the phrase "everyone for himself." I believe that "one for all and all for one" is the right motto. People must help each other, stick together. This does not only apply to the family, but to the nation as a whole. Everything begins with little things, with the family. But it is abnormal when everyone has to survive on his own, living only for himself. Living separately would be very, very difficult for us.
What did the headmaster and teachers tell you when Federal Security Service (FSB) agents came to your school to make some strange check?
After that check, neither the headmaster nor the teachers that they had talked to said a word. In fact, I did not learn about it until later on, from a television news report. At the school, I did not hear a word on the subject from anyone. Although I thought at that time, "Now all hell is going to break loose." But everything remained just as it had been.
How are you doing at school? What are your most (least) favorite subjects?
I am doing okay. I've been at this school for three years now. I have good friends there. The teachers are also basically okay. We can talk with almost all of them on any subject, not only about studies. Well, of course there are some peevish, wicked creatures, but that's just how it is everywhere.
I am very happy to have passed my exams well, without any C grades. I wish I could tell dad. This year we've been "streamed" or tracked - put into different classes according to our abilities and preferences: mathematics, humanities, or general studies. I wanted to go to the math class although my literature teacher worked hard to persuade me to take a humanities course. But it is very difficult to dissuade me once I have made up my mind. So I took exams for the math class: algebra, geometry, exposition writing, and English.
We wrote an exposition about Janusz Korczak, who was trying to save destitute children from the Nazis. He taught them forgiveness so that they would not hate the Nazis for depriving them of their childhood. And the children forgave them.
In addition to recounting the text, we were also supposed to answer the question: "Why is it important to teach people forgiveness if there is so much evil around?" I wrote that evil does not exist without goodness and there is no goodness without evil. Being able to forgive is one side of goodness. If there is so much evil around, this is all the more reason to create goodness. So there must be people who can forgive: Otherwise evil will prevail.
How did your teachers and classmates react to your father's arrest?
The teachers were extremely sympathetic. And everyone was afraid to take up the subject with me. At first I did not understand, did not believe that this had really happened, and when I realized that it was real, I was unable to leave the classroom during the break. I looked like one huge rain cloud.
As soon as dad was jailed, I was advised not to go to school the following day - just in case. So I went back two days later. When I came, none of my classmates asked me any questions. They treated me with understanding. All of them turned out to be normal, decent people.
Everyone tried to support me - even those I did not really know. Kids would come up to me during the break, expressing sympathy, saying there was no one who would wish my dad to be convicted and that he would soon be released.
I watch television and hear some people come out against dad - presumably, public opinion is against him. But this is not what I see in real life. All people are okay really. I thought that some school children would be influenced by their parents and start treating me badly. But no, everyone is absolutely okay. They are sympathetic and extremely supportive.
How do you live with such a family name in the first place? How do people react when they first meet you?
As a rule, I do not give my family name when I see a person for the first time. This is because the family name immediately imposes an obligation upon me. I have never wanted to single myself out in any way. Distinguishing myself to myself is a different matter of course, but shouting from the rooftops that I am the daughter of the great Mikhail Khodorkovsky - no, this is terrible.
When I was transferred to this school, in Grade 5, I was very afraid that people would choose to make friends with me or, on the contrary, ignore me just because of my family name. At some point I even wondered whether I should change my surname: I was ready to do anything not to be singled out.
The amazing part is that no one said a word when I joined this school. That is to say, of course, some people were so surprised that their eyes almost started from their sockets, but no one made any reference to that. I developed a normal relationship with people at this school: I was in no more difficult position than other newcomers here. I was friendly with some and not so friendly with others, but it was always a normal relationship. I still cannot believe that I've been so lucky.
At first some kids did not know who my father was, but the teachers knew of course. But when this hullabaloo began, everyone was certainly in the picture. Yet there was nothing catastrophic about their reaction.
How much is an oligarch's daughter given in pocket money?
This I won't tell. I get enough.
What would you like your father to be when he is released? Would you like him to become the president or the head of government?
I have never thought about this. What is important is that he walks free, but exactly what he will be doing is not important at all. I am sure that when he is out, he will not be left without a job, without a business. He is a very intelligent person and he will find a place to work anyway. He will never lie around on a sofa at home. Of course he will be in charge. Dad will not be able to work for anyone. He will be in control, calling the shots: He is very clever.
What will you tell your father when he is set free?
I don't know. This doesn't matter really. I will simply talk to him one on one, without that glass, security guards or metal cage so that there is no one listening. I hoped so much that they would let him go before my exams so he could help me. Earlier, he always helped me with my exams. We always prepared together.
Recently I had a dream that he was set free. The day was gloomy and gray. I remember I was late somewhere. Someone asked me: "Why are you so late?" There were many people - acquaintances and strangers - standing around. Somewhere in the corner was dad. As soon as I saw him, I rushed to him. I was so happy, I was crying for joy - I even woke up with tears in my eyes. My first thought was: "Is it real?" Later, when I was finally awake and realized that it had been a dream, I started thinking: What if this dream means that he will be set free? What if they behave humanely? After all, he not only has a grown-up son but also little kids. Even I - okay, I am more or less on my own now, but the boys (6-year-old twins Gleb and Ilya. - Ed.), they have great difficulty understanding what is going on in this world. That is to say, they understand that he is in prison, but still keep asking what the reason is and when he will return home. And it is next to impossible to explain this to them.
I simply want us to be all together again. Right now we are of course together - mom, grand mom, granddad, myself, and the boys. We support each other, sharing our feelings. But there is something constantly lacking. I have never had this feeling before - of emptiness, hollowness.
From Moscow News, 06.2005

