“For many years we lived with Batyr in the same entranceway in a block of apartments on Simferopolskiy Boulevard in Moscow. If Batyr was in town, we saw each other every day, went together to concerts, meetings, studios, television and radio broadcasts. If we didn’t return late, we traditionally had dinner at my house in the evenings and drank Kazakh tea with milk. In Batyr’s arms my youngest son Timur laughed for the first time. We waited for a long time for the baby’s first laugh, we were worried, and only the artistic Batyr was able to make him laugh for the first time! Batyr often played with my children, impersonating different characters, causing genuine delight. They loved spending time with him. We worked together for ten years. Batyr never stopped and never gave up. His life as if consisted of two halves: Kazakhstan and Moscow. In Kazakhstan he was the people’s favorite star and he didn’t have to prove anything to anyone. But in Moscow after leaving A’Studio he had to fight for a place under the sun. I remember how happy we were to get our first broadcasts on TV and radio and invitations to big concerts and festivals.
The creative process was going on constantly – all his free time between concerts Batyr spent in the studio, getting acquainted with new poets, composers, arrangers, looking for material, recording songs. He listened to an incredible amount of diverse music, went to all the important concerts in Moscow, regardless of the genre: jazz concerts and classical concerts, concerts of Sade or Ozzy Osborne. And if we went to friends’ parties, Batyr would take his saxophone with him and arrange spontaneous performances – he liked playing with different musicians, improvising, trying things out, experimenting. On April 28, we were rehearsing at Mosfilm before the last shooting day of the TV show “Odin-v-odin” (As like as two peas), in which Batyr successfully participated. It was a rehearsal, but he really put himself out there. I told Batyr that he should save himself for the shoot. That day he performed as Grigory Leps with his song: “I’m happy! I’m not lying! That’s how happy I’ll go!” That was the last song Batyr sang. A few hours later he was gone…”