— Elena, you've mentioned your father quite often in this interview. Could you tell me about your mom, please? She was a scientist as well, a researcher at the Institute of the Scientific Research Institute of Nutrition of the Russian Academy of Medical Sciences.
— Her name is Elina Naumovna and she worked as a physiologist her entire life. She performed sophisticated experiments as part of her study of digestion. She is 95 now, and very active. She and I recently published a book about my father. My mom has zero tolerance for aesthetic imperfection. She's always been this way, a perfectionist of sorts. I cannot live up to her standards, I often cut corners. My mom was blessed with wonderful parents. My grandfather was an engineer and my grandmother was a pediatrician. My grandmother practiced medicine until the age of 87 and was an avid reader. She insisted that I spend at least an hour every day researching my patients' conditions, and another hour reading on general medical subjects.
On my father's side, I can trace my ancestors back to the legendary Alexei "Candy King" Abrikosov. This side of my ancestry has seen many famous scientists, physicians, and other members of Moscow intelligentsia. My grandparents from this side were psychiatrists working with Professor Gannushkin. In the Vasilyev household, living cells were the favourite pets. They kept infusoria in glass jars on the windowsills. Cells played the starring roles in the fascinating films that Professor Vasilyev shot through a microscope. This was an entirely novel idea. You could see those cells moving, crawling, propagating, and interacting with each other. Professor Vasilyev started a scientific school dedicated to the study of the cytoskeleton in normal and cancerous cells. In 1957, as a rare exception and as homage to the young scientist's talent, member of the Academy of Sciences Blokhin helped Vasiliev to get a six-month internship at the Chester Beatty Cancer Research Institute in London, followed by a fellowship at the National Cancer Institute in Bethesda, USA. Both trips were important milestones in Yuri Vasilyev's life. They helped him develop a cosmopolitan mindset for life. Now Vasilyev knew that world-class science was unthinkable without freedom and unhindered communication. Although, following his first two trips, my father was banned from international travel for more than 15 years, just because he had refused to write a special report for the First Department.
— What was it like, your upbringing?
— My parents did so much for me, they gave me a safety net for my whole life. I was taught English, choreography, and painting from the age of five. I went to the art school for children at the Pushkin Museum, which still feels like home to me. There was always classical music playing at home. My parents introduced me to Vadim Sidur, Vladimir Voynovich, Vladimir Weisberg, Boris Birger, and the Gelstein family. Gdal Gelstein became my first mentor in medicine.
Nadezhda Mandelstamwas an important person in my life. Even as a kid, I loved Mandelstam's poetry and I adored Nadezhda Yakovlevna. I remember desperately wanting to be like her, which led me to seek out boys among my classmates who wrote poetry. I would bring those verses to Nadezhda Yakovlevna to look at. She would give them a serious read and then tell me they weren't bad but definitely not worth suffering over. From the number of my parents' friends, the strongest influence in my life was Israel Gelfand, the great mathematician.
Later, much to their dismay, I became an extremely high-maintenance and difficult teenager. In order to motivate me to study biology for the university, my poor father had to start tutoring my friend alongside me. Sunday mornings by 11 o'clock when our lesson began, he would put on his dress pants and shoes, a clean shirt. And I might just pop out of my room and say: "I'm going out, dad. Got stuff to do". He didn't yell or anything, but he would get really upset with me. He would tutor my friend without me on those days. During one of our conversations, I told him all of a sudden, "don't worry, daddy, I'm just like you". And suddenly he felt completely at ease. But that didn't keep me from skipping a whole school year.
— How did it happen?
— In my 7th grade, I switched schools and transferred to Moscow's famous Lyceum "Second School". I broke the news in August, right before the new school year, as we were going home from the movie Fantômas with Gelfands and my parents. Instead of giving me encouragement, Gelfand said: "Boring! Why don't you jump to 8th grade at least". And I did. But eventually, being younger than my classmates and coming from a semi-aristocratic background, I always somehow felt small in class, inexperienced. I felt I wasn’t street smart. I painfully taught myself to smoke at 14, then asked my classmates to teach me to drink alcohol, I skipped classes unapologetically, and I came home late. By the end of the term, I had an A+ in advanced mathematics, a D in technical drawing, and failed chemistry.
Another story that tells a lot about my upbringing pertains to a later period. In university, I picked hematology as my major, because I figured it was the most advanced field of medicine at the time. And naturally, I wanted to pursue my career independently from my parents. I joined this hematology study group where it was customary to show top students’ work to Andrey Vorobyov himself. I worked hard for a year to get there. So here we are, on our way to an appointment with Vorobyov. We open the door, and Andrei Ivanovich goes, "Well, if it isn't Yuri Vasilyev's daughter!" Everything was ruined. I came home really angry and showered my father with this anger: I had worked so hard for a year to accomplish something on my own, only to be called "Vasilyev's daughter" again! My father looks at me and says: "Don't be so upset. There's a tried and true method, existing since 1937: you can renounce me publicly in a newspaper". I have to admit, this worked like a charm.