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The Katya Memorial Scholarship Fund
This page is dedicated to the memory of Ekaterina Gross (née Ryzhkova) – ‘Katya’ – beloved wife of George and mother of Elizaveta and Anastasia.
'What is the use of living, if it be not to strive for noble causes and to make this muddled world a better place for those who will live in it after we are gone?'
Sir Winston Churchill
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About Katya
Katya passed away in June of 2025. We miss her every second of every day.
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Katya held multiple degrees, from economic history to a masters in contemporary art, from the LSE to Christie’s. She had a passion for the artworld, and all things fashion, and also that of communication (she had worked on radio and broadcasting too). She was a crucial driving force behind the Socratic Club business, as well as our historical and academic output. She would amaze friends and family alike with her painting and print skills and of course the extraordinary mothership of Elizaveta and Anastasia. ​
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She helped build and loved all that the Socratic Club was doing and particularly in efforts to provide access to our teaching for talented students from whatever background or financial position.
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We have now updated the logo to reflect her design – her final artistic piece.
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About the Scholarship
We have set-up a fund to add and formalise the scholarship work we have already been doing.
Scholarships will be awarded by Dr Gross on the basis of outstanding talent and commitment, working closely with our partner schools and wider educational providers.
We strive and aim to encourage excellence in debating and public speaking and these scholarships will seek to promote those goals.
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Do get in touch if you are interested in more details – whether it be for a scholarship or to support the fund.
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Remember​
By Christina Rossetti​
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Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.