But the schedule took its toll. In 1952 overexertion made Yeltsin ill. It cost him a year in the program and “nearly put me in the grave” at the age of twenty-one. An untreated streptococcal infection of the throat grew into inflammation of his tonsils, joints, and coronary valves. It would have responded to penicillin; there is no mention of an antibiotic or any drug in Yeltsin’s writeup. By his account, he went to the hospital only when his temperature surged to 104 degrees and his pulse to 150 beats per minute. The physician prescribed four months in sick bay to allow his heart to recover. Still feverish, says Yeltsin, he skipped out several days later—lowering himself out the window on a cable of knotted bed sheets—and went to his parents’ house in Berezniki. Fellow students have recollected that Yeltsin had earlier sneaked out of his sickroom to play in a big game, then returned to the hospital before making his final escape. After shinnying down the sheets to leave for home, he was given a sendoff by teammates and friends. “Our room consoled him and promised to write him letters. And we kept our word. Each day one of the eight of us took a turn and wrote him.”28
When not reading his mail, Yeltsin soon started taking volleyball serves in the Berezniki gym:
My friends would put me down on a bench and I would lie there. I felt trapped: I might never break out of this situation, my heart would be permanently damaged, I would be washed up as a player. Nonetheless, I decided to fight and to go only forward. At first I took the court for a minute at a time, and after that two and then five, and within a month I was able to make it through a whole game. When I got back to Sverdlovsk, I went to the doctor. “Well, even though you gave us the slip,” she said, “it would appear that you have spent the entire time in bed, and now your heart is fine.” I have to admit I had taken a colossal risk, because my heart could have been ruined. But there was no point feeling self-pity. No, I was better off loading myself up and letting like cure like.29
While not every detail may be dead-on here, Yeltsin’s illness and furlough were real and were entered into his student file.30 The scene with the doctor testifies to openness to risk and neglect of his health, patterns that were to recur.
Sports brought out another talent in Yeltsin, according to his lifelong friend Yakov Ol’kov:
Captaincy of the [UPI] team was his first manifestation of leadership qualities. It was a small team, but a team. . . . He was a good organizer. He knew how to stir people up. As we would use the term today, he had charisma. . . . He was quite an impulsive organizer. He was able to draw people in and get results. . . . He knew how to make decisions on the run that would push the cause forward. And if a loss was threatened, then he would come up with something that would catch everybody on fire.31
As a side venture, Yeltsin organized his study group’s participation in the UPI relay race held every May. To get the students out of bed for calisthenics on spring mornings, he had a professor of geology, Nikolai Mazurov, go to the dormitory hall with his trumpet and blow reveille. Boris Furmanov, a freshman in the construction division in the spring of 1955 and later a Russian government minister, remembered Yeltsin jabbering before his class about past victories in the relay and about “the need to stick up for the division’s honor.” “Not just anyone, when you first hear and see him, manages to make a mark on ‘the multitude’ (there were one hundred of us), compel you to believe him, and then influence you in accord with his will.”32
As with the mischief-maker in Berezniki, the athlete and cheerleader at UPI attested to qualities Yeltsin would later apply to political causes. For now, the applications were exclusively apolitical, and those who knew him assumed his interests would keep it that way. As Ol’kov put it, “To say that he was going to be a political boss or someone like that would have seemed quite unreal to me. We simply could not have foreseen it.”33
