Voropayeva began writing poetry at the age of three. She studied at an English special school and even then her poems were published in periodicals. Then she graduated. Since the beginning of the 1990s, Lyubov Voropayeva began producing activities together with her husband, composer Viktor Dorokhin. Voropaeva and Dorokhin owe their creative takeoff Zhenya Belousov, Barbie and other performers.
In 1994, together with her husband, she also organized the Russian Association of Music Producers (RAMP). To date, Lyubov Grigorievna continues to be a producer in pop music, she is the author of more than 500 shows and presentations in the largest entertainment complexes in Moscow, a scriptwriter and producer of numerous television and radio shows.
In addition, Lyubov Voropaeva is a well-known poetess, author of three books of poetry and more than 1000 publications in periodicals, poetry almanacs and collections, author of texts for more than 200 hits in pop and rock music. Her name was included in books about Russian popular music and the Musical Encyclopedia. As a songwriter, she collaborated with many composers - Viktor Dorokhin, Vladimir Semenov, Laura Quint, Eduard Artemyev, Tatyana Ostrovskaya, Georgy Garanyan, Sergey Ukhnalev and others.
Among the performers of songs based on her poems are Zhenya Belousov (“My blue-eyed girl”, “Alushta”, “Night Taxi”), Ksenia Georgiadi (“Come what may”, “Monday is a hard day”), Ekaterina Semenova (“Man, in a hurry”, “Last Tango”, “Extra Ticket”), Alexander Abdulov (“New Year's Gifts”), Lolita Milyavskaya (“Body Music”), Valery Leontiev (“Portrait of a Woman”),
This modest woman has been working in Russian show business for so long that she has become something of a national brand. A graduate of the English Special School and the Maurice Thorez Institute of Foreign Languages, Lyubov Voropaeva defended her institute diploma with her translations of Keats sonnets, but she never became a translator, but became the author of three books of poetry and more than a thousand publications of poems in periodicals.
In collaboration with her husband, composer Viktor Dorokhin, Lyubov Voropaeva created many hits on the Russian stage, and already as a producer - several bright stars whose light has not gone out to this day. Their loudest project is Zhenya Belousov with his calling card - the song “My blue-eyed girl”. No one guessed that Lyubov Voropaeva called her husband’s computer “blue-eyed girl”, for whom she was very jealous of him ...
I am a native Muscovite, from an intelligent family, with traditions, with roots, - says Lyubov Voropaeva. - My dad is a professor, doctor of sciences, a linguist, and my mom is a nuclear physicist. There were no creative people in my family, I am alone; as well as doctors and teachers. My grandmother, my father's mother, graduated from the Institute of Noble Maidens. I was born and lived on Gogolevsky Boulevard, and my grandparents - on Tverskaya, in the famous Nirensee house in Bolshoy Gnezdnikovsky Lane, so I grew up between Arbat and Tverskaya. A child of the center, who grew up on the boulevards and even a little on the roof, because in the Nirensee house all the children walked on the roof, there were wonderful playgrounds.
My housemates were many famous artists, writers and other famous people. I started writing poetry at the age of three, and have been doing it for as long as I can remember. I am a poet not by profession, but by nationality. There is such a nationality - a poet, and I have belonged to it since childhood. I never gave up this occupation, although there were breaks. The history of the Nirensee house is a separate story: in the Internet search engine you can find both photos of its unusual interiors and stories about the people who inhabited this house. My mother's parents once got an apartment there, and she lived there until her marriage. Everyone in the house knew me from childhood, I also knew many, and it was an amazing world that is now falling apart right before our eyes ...
And so, when in the summer of 1979 I was in this house, Faina Ranevskaya calls me somehow. A wonderful beginning of the story, if not for the fact that she did not call me at all, but made a mistake with the number by only one digit, calling one of the famous residents of our no less famous house. So call. I pick up the phone, I hear the voice of Ranevskaya: “Baby, this is Ranevskaya, give me mom!” It’s really Ranevskaya’s voice in the receiver, I’m stunned, but then I pull myself together and blurt out: “Oh, Faina Georgievna, you know, you have the wrong number, but I’m so happy now that I need to tell you something! I love you, Faina Georgievna! I love you so much!” “And who are you, baby?” Ranevskaya asks me ... “I ... I'm just ... I'm a young poetess, and I love you!” - I answer. “You know what, baby, if you are a poetess, then read me your poems,” Ranevskaya demands ...
And I read my poems to Ranevskaya on the phone! From time to time she demands: “More!”, and I read something else. Finally, Ranevskaya says menacingly: “Never again tell anyone that you are a poetess!” My breath catches, and my heart almost stops - I am silent! And Ranevskaya, after a theatrical pause, maliciously adds: “Don’t you dare say that you are a poetess, do you hear?! Because, baby, you are not a poetess, but a great poet! Then I babbled something into the phone, we said goodbye ... and that's it!
You go and squeeze the titmouse in your hand.
You think that you are going... And he himself is tired of backing away...
And I lie and count the stars - on the ceiling,
And one of them - until the morning - rolls down my cheek ...
I won't tell you in the morning: "Here is the trail of a star..."
You won't see him - don't even strain your eyesight...
But maybe I'll save you from trouble
And I'll give you a new poem.
- Did the fact that you are a poet help you in your female destiny?
No, it didn't help, of course. Rather interfere. Because a poet is a man without skin, very vulnerable. And this state of isolation from the earth interferes with earthly relations. Especially in relationships with men. I was lucky: my late husband Viktor Dorokhin knew well, felt, appreciated and loved poetry, but he still did not understand my state of going there and did not accept it as a husband. Although he read my poems with pleasure, he even wrote songs to some of my ready-made poems, in particular, the song “Two Women”, which became very popular performed by Roxana Babayan, was written to my poem dedicated to Rimma Kazakova.
But in general, if you trace not only my fate, but also the fate of most women poets, you can see that poetry is an occupation that interferes with personal life. It is very difficult to endure a poet, this is a constant reflection, this is a big child. The Lord gave me such a soul that is torn and torn. On the one hand, it is a gift to feel very deeply, and on the other hand, it is an unreasonably heavy burden. Especially when you write and your soul is torn, and you feel some kind of vibration. Poems are not composed, verses are heard. Suddenly, some kind of clue appears, a connection somewhere - I don’t know where ... I live like a poet, I feel like a poet ...
- Tell us about Viktor Dorokhin, your husband?
He was my second husband. The first time I jumped out married at eighteen. I studied in the first year of the institute, and my husband, the father of my son, graduated from the institute. We met in the library, in the reading room, and after me, by the way, which is funny, he married a librarian! .. (Laughs). I was not married for long, because marriage was associated with the desire to escape from under the parental wing and live on my own. After the birth of my son, my husband and I separated ... My son is an adult independent person, he has his own family, his name is Dmitry. He manages projects in a large American construction company, just like me, he graduated from the Institute of Foreign Languages.
- How did you raise your son?
Yes, I did not bring up. I was a very young mother, a complete fool, a student. It was very difficult for me. My parents helped. Mom retired early to help me finish college and raise Dima. And soon after graduating from the institute, I began to go on tour, starting to write songs and work on stage - I was the host of concerts, and my son completely moved to my parents. They raised him. If not for them, I don't know what would have happened. I owe my creative career entirely to my parents. My son came back to me when he was already in the sixth grade. By that time, I had stopped traveling around the country.
- And how did you meet your second husband?
On the road. Before that, we had known each other for a year. And the romance broke out in the city of Taldy-Kurgan. We held on for a long time, and then we could not stand it. He then said that our relationship had no prospects, since he had been married for a long time and tightly, but after three days he changed his mind. As a result, we were married for a quarter of a century and were happy. After the wedding, we left the Mosconcert “to nowhere”, because the head of the team in which we worked was against our relationship. Even before meeting Viktor, I had the experience of writing songs with a large number of co-authors-composers and even was the author of one of the first Soviet rock operas Robinson Crusoe.
Victor and I had only one opportunity to hold out together - this is songwriting. I told him: "Let's write songs together." Moreover, he was jealous of me - various composers came to me. So Dorokhin and I began to write songs. What happened next - everyone knows. The songs became popular and we became a popular creative duo. Big love, joint creativity. True, we often quarreled, Italian passions boiled. He offended me greatly, shouted: "Shove your poems somewhere far away!". I wrote forty options, and he said that all this was not right. I went through a big school with Dorokhin ...
In the song “The Last Tango”, which was sung by Katya Semenova and with which we became laureates of the “Song of the Year”, I wrote the chorus for several months. The lines didn't work. Victor rejected the text, I sobbed. And suddenly it dawned on me and - the song turned out! He said, "Yes, that's it! Goosebumps, goosebumps!" Victor was the leader in the family. His character was very difficult. Believe it or not, he is a "Scorpio"! A person who engages in self-blame and ends up destroying himself. He constantly stung me, and this was one of the reasons that at some point, unable to withstand all this, I left him for another person, and each of us had our own personal life. A difficult period has come, our marriage, as they say, is “tired”, and we decided to let each other go. And then, when I found out that Victor was seriously ill, I returned to look after him, and he died in this apartment in my arms.
It happened in 2009. It’s pretty hard for me to be in this apartment now, my civil husband, composer and music producer Nikolai Arkhipov and I come here for the winter, and spend the rest of the time outside the city. Our family lives a very private life. For the summer we move our music studio to a country house, and then back. This is the only thing we transport, because everything else is in the country house, including all my outfits, dishes and so on. So we move exclusively with computers, guitars, microphones, amplifiers and speakers. For some time we lived outside the city all the time, occasionally going to Moscow, and then all the artists came there to us. Everyone likes it very much, because in the summer there are barbecues, and a forest, and a river, and inspiration is everywhere in the air.
The memory of me -
long road.
The memory of me -
little tenderness.
The memory of me -
quiet sound of the tram.
The memory of me -
the woman is different.
The memory of me -
all your sorrow.
The memory of you is me.
- Were you born strong or did you become so under the influence of circumstances?
I became like this by doing a lot of work on myself. And in childhood, my poetic nature began to manifest itself very early. I gave my parents a lot of grief. I was kicked out of school, and my mother was constantly called to school. I was always doing something, and once I even ran away from home. Nobody missed me. Parents often remember how they walked with me on Gogolevsky Boulevard - I was two years old - and I cried and asked: “I want the moon from the sky!”. And all my life I want it! On the other hand, I'm not so iron, as you already understood, being in my apartment.
I am a very woman, I love everything “girlish”, as they say - beautiful interiors, clothes, good cosmetics, and cooking. And the “iron lady” is what the journalists have already nicknamed me, but they need to come up with something. I live today, today's poems, what I am today, here and now. I have over two hundred songs. And I don’t want to publish my new poems, to engage in this swarming, because life is so short that I want to run further. Now is a very tough time. And while I'm alive, I want to give a sea of \u200b\u200bsmiles and positive people. It seems to me that every person should live with full dedication, to the fullest, and that is why I continue to be creative.
- Do you need a strong shoulder, or do you feel self-sufficient?
Probably still needed. At times, I am very insecure. It's hard for me to even open the door with the key. I get confused with these keys all the time. I can't deal with paperwork at all. For me, all these bills, receipts, certificates, some kind of documentation - a dark forest. Kolya, my civil husband and co-author, is also not very versed in this matter, so we have a business manager. But Kolya takes on all the household chores, although he is a creative person, all in music. Other than cooking, cleaning, and putting laundry in the washing machine, I do nothing else. In a country house, I can't do anything by myself without help. Of course, a man's shoulder is needed, in the sense of purely male help.
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, producer, laureate of the television festival "Song of the Year".
Biography
Creation
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Discography
Notable songs
- "New Year's Gifts" (music by Viktor Dorokhin) - performed by Alexander Abdulov
- "Extra ticket" - performed by Ekaterina Semyonova
- “My blue-eyed girl” (music by Viktor Dorokhin) - performed by Zhenya Belousov
- "For a minute" - performed by Ekaterina Semyonova
- "Alushta" (music by Viktor Dorokhin) - performed by Zhenya Belousov
- "The Last Tango" (music by Viktor Dorokhin) - performed by Ekaterina Semyonova
- "Night Taxi" (music by Viktor Dorokhin) - performed by Zhenya Belousov
- “A man who is in a hurry” (music by Viktor Dorokhin) - performed by Ekaterina Semyonova
- “Come what may” (music by Viktor Dorokhin) - performed by Ksenia Georgiadi
- "Golden Domes" (music by Viktor Dorokhin) - performed by Zhenya Belousov
- "Polite" (music by Laura Quint) - performed by Mikhail Shufutinsky
- "Learn to laugh" (music by Vladimir Yermolin) - performed by Mikhail Boyarsky and the group "Zarok"
- "Love has your eyes"
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"Two women were sitting by the fire" - a wonderful song, performed by Roxana Babayan.
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An excerpt characterizing Voropaeva, Lyubov Grigorievna
He got up, wanting to go around, but the aunt brought the snuffbox right over Helen, behind her. Helen leaned forward to make room and looked around smiling. She was, as always at the evenings, in a dress that was very open, in the fashion of the time, in front and behind. Her bust, which always seemed marble to Pierre, was at such a close distance from his eyes that with his short-sighted eyes he involuntarily discerned the lively beauty of her shoulders and neck, and so close to his lips that he had to bend down a little to touch her. He could hear the warmth of her body, the smell of perfume, and the creak of her corset as she moved. He did not see her marble beauty, which was one with her dress, he saw and felt all the charm of her body, which was covered only by clothes. And, having once seen this, he could not see otherwise, how we cannot return to the deceit once explained.“So you still haven’t noticed how beautiful I am? – as if said Ellen. Have you noticed that I am a woman? Yes, I am a woman who can belong to anyone, and to you too,” said her look. And at that very moment Pierre felt that Helen not only could, but should have been his wife, that it could not be otherwise.
He knew this at that moment as surely as he would have known it, standing under the crown with her. As it will be? and when? he did not know; he didn’t even know if it would be good (he even felt that it was not good for some reason), but he knew that it would be.
Pierre lowered his eyes, raised them again, and again wanted to see her with such a distant, alien beauty to himself, as he had seen her every day before; but he couldn't do it anymore. It could not, just as a person who had previously looked in the fog at a blade of weeds and saw a tree in it, seeing a blade of grass, again see a tree in it, could not. She was terribly close to him. She already had power over him. And between him and her there were no longer any barriers, except for the barriers of his own will.
Bon, je vous laisse dans votre petit coin. Je vois, que vous y etes tres bien, [Okay, I'll leave you in your corner. I see you feel good there,] - said the voice of Anna Pavlovna.
And Pierre, recalling with fear whether he had done something reprehensible, blushing, looked around him. It seemed to him that everyone knew, as well as he, about what had happened to him.
After a while, when he approached the large mug, Anna Pavlovna said to him:
- On dit que vous embellissez votre maison de Petersbourg. [They say you are finishing your St. Petersburg house.]
(It was true: the architect said that he needed it, and Pierre, not knowing why, was finishing his huge house in St. Petersburg.)
- C "est bien, mais ne demenagez pas de chez le prince Basile. Il est bon d" avoir un ami comme le prince, she said, smiling at Prince Vasily. - J "en sais quelque chose. N" est ce pas? [That's good, but don't move away from Prince Vasily. It's good to have such a friend. I know something about it. Isn't it?] And you're still so young. You need advice. You are not angry with me that I use the rights of old women. - She fell silent, as women are always silent, waiting for something after they say about their years. - If you marry, then another matter. And she put them together in one look. Pierre did not look at Helen, and she at him. But she was still terribly close to him. He mumbled something and blushed.
Returning home, Pierre could not sleep for a long time, thinking about what had happened to him. What happened to him? Nothing. He only realized that the woman he knew as a child, about whom he absentmindedly said: “Yes, good,” when he was told that Helen was beautiful, he realized that this woman could belong to him.
“But she is stupid, I myself said she was stupid,” he thought. - There is something nasty in the feeling that she aroused in me, something forbidden. I was told that her brother Anatole was in love with her, and she was in love with him, that there was a whole story, and that Anatole was expelled from this. Her brother is Ippolit... Her father is Prince Vasily... This is not good, he thought; and at the same time as he was reasoning like this (these reasonings were still unfinished), he forced himself to smile and realized that another series of reasonings had surfaced because of the first ones, that at the same time he was thinking about her insignificance and dreaming about how she would be his wife, how she could love him, how she could be completely different, and how everything he thought and heard about her could be untrue. And he again saw her not as some kind of daughter of Prince Vasily, but saw her whole body, only covered with a gray dress. “But no, why didn’t this thought occur to me before?” And again he told himself that it was impossible; that something nasty, unnatural, as it seemed to him, dishonest would be in this marriage. He remembered her former words, looks, and the words and looks of those who had seen them together. He remembered the words and looks of Anna Pavlovna when she told him about the house, remembered thousands of such hints from Prince Vasily and others, and he was horrified that he had not bound himself in any way in the performance of such a thing, which, obviously, was not good. and which he must not do. But at the same time as he was expressing this decision to himself, from the other side of his soul her image surfaced with all its feminine beauty.
- Love, what do you think, if Zhenya Belousov lived today, was a novice singer and got, say, to the Star Factory, could he become an idol of today's youth?
I don’t know… Maybe I could… But the heart of Zhenya Belousov’s project then was precisely our union. So, if we produced "Factory" with his participation, then we could for sure!
- What kind of book are you writing? Will it be entirely dedicated to Zhenya Belousov? When do you plan to finish and publish?
I am writing a book about how I got into show business and what I did there. There will be several chapters about Zhenya Belousov in this book, of course ... The book is very difficult to write. I planned to finish it in December of this year, but it didn’t work out ... All year I was brought into some other business and projects: there was little time and emotional strength left for the book. So now I can’t say when I will finish the book… I will try to finish the work on the manuscript as soon as possible.
What is the difference between good poetry and bad poetry? Except for the obvious, extreme examples. By what criteria can you evaluate your work?
By no means. Creativity is subjective. I evaluate it like this: if I get goosebumps from poetry, then they are real ...
- Is there a book or movie that made you cry?
I cry only from the poems of Joseph Brodsky ... And the film that broke me into tears is “Once Upon a Time in America” ...
Best of the day
- Love, you are friends with many women, including famous ones (Maria Arbatova). Do you believe in female friendship, free from envy, gossip, rivalry? Do you think true friendship is possible only between “equals” (people of the same social status with approximately the same financial position)?
Actually, I don't really believe in female friendship. Almost all my friends betrayed me in my youth ... As they say, “female friendship, it is up to the first man” ... But Masha and I have 30 years of our acquaintance behind us. Yes, and we are both strong women ... And it so happened that both of us are not envious and do not like to gossip. That’s why they never quarreled, probably ... Well, social status, education and all that is very important, I think ... Because it’s better to be friends without envy, on an equal footing.
- Comparing yourself with Maria, in your LiveJournal you wrote that you would never go into politics. Why?
Because I personally don't care.
- There is an opinion that behind a successful woman there is always a man who helps and supports her. There is also another, more famous, wisdom: behind every great man is a great woman. At the same time, in one of your interviews, you say that loneliness is a companion of a successful person. What is closer to the truth anyway?
How many people, so many opinions. It happens in every way in life ... But most of the great men definitely had great wives, yes ... But for some reason, husbands rarely supported great women. Paradox.
- Love, if you had the opportunity to choose where to be born in your next life, which country would you choose? You lived in the States in the past, why did you return?
I lived in the States for a short time. I wanted to stay there, but my ex-husband yearned for Russia ... As for the next life ... Yes, I would probably be born in Russia again ... It’s interesting to live here.
- Why did the "iron lady of show business" suddenly decide to make contact with a huge number of strangers? I mean LJ (livejournal.com).
I'm generally interested in people. Communication is an energy exchange, mutual enrichment. I left Moscow for the city a year and a half ago. I live in the forest, I rarely communicate with people in real life now ... Therefore, I probably value communication with people in LiveJournal very much ...
- Lyubov, you are a well-known culinary specialist, the creator of the culinary show "Cold Ten" ... Does your family have any culinary traditions associated with the celebration of the New Year, Christmas? What will definitely be present in the upcoming holidays on your table?
Fried poultry, pies, two or three of my favorite salads, homemade boiled pork ... Here is a New Year's recipe from my LiveJournal:
Personally, I love cabbage pie. from any test. From yeast or from puff. Recently, by the way, I have used store-bought puff pastry rolled out in a thin layer several times. I cook this cake in a deep pan. It turns out amazing! Because it's all about the stuffing. I do it like this: Pour chopped cabbage with boiling water and boil for 10 minutes over high heat, then put it in a colander, add a lot of onions fried in vegetable oil until pink, greens (dill or parsley or both), 3- 4 finely chopped hard-boiled eggs, 100 grams of butter - while the cabbage is hot, salt. Top the pie with a layer of grated cheese, and then pour a mixture of 2 beaten eggs and 2 tablespoons of sour cream. Well, in the oven it, and that's it!
- Tell us, please, about the most memorable meeting of the New Year in your life. And how do you plan to celebrate New Year 2008?
Once we celebrated the New Year with the composer Yura Antonov in his country house ... Yura bought so many firecrackers and fireworks that we stirred up the whole neighborhood ... A decorated Christmas tree grew right in the yard, and we danced around this Christmas tree ... And all Yuri's dogs danced with us and cats… It was a great New Year! And this year we will celebrate the holiday in our country house. The guests will arrive, and all that... I will cook, of course, I... We already have illumination hanging on the gazebo in the yard. Soon I’ll start decorating the house too ... As for the Christmas tree, we have a forest all around here - choose any ... True, I planted a small blue spruce in our yard, but it won’t grow soon yet ...
- Love, let's finish this interview with your poems? What would you like to dedicate to our readers?
NEW YEAR'S NIGHT (from the series "Childhood")
Standing on tiptoe, stretch
To the riches of the Christmas tree:
Now, immediately, today
Try! And tomorrow let
They scold and deprive of fun,
And in the corridor in a dark corner
Put, and rag dolls
In the closet they are executed with oblivion -
That will be tomorrow!
I timidly tilt the branches
And I freeze with delight
And in the darkness the door turns white...
Behind this door mother's laughter
Father's newspaper crunches,
There is tart tea, there is a festival of light
And the tablecloth is as new as snow...
And the heart - a squirrel in a wheel -
To the top of the Christmas tree blazes!
And now the hand is already taking off
All the "bears" and all the nuts ...
Everything is in chocolate: hands, mouth...
And I fall asleep in bliss
And for some reason I know for sure
That Santa Claus is about to enter.
1983, from my second book of poems "Dictionary of Love".
“From the right family, I speak languages, I didn’t take merit and friends from the ceiling. And also, not with a gun, but with bare hands - and more than once! - one per man," Lyubov Voropayeva recited, meeting the first journalists at the evening in honor of her anniversary.
And although the poetess and music producer celebrated her birthday on September 16, in November, close friends and colleagues gave her a gift and organized a real ceremony in the Triumph Event Hall in the capital's banquet hall. Among the guests was also a correspondent of the MIR 24 editorial office.
Shortly before the official start of the celebration, guests began to arrive at the event with flowers and gifts who wanted to personally congratulate their author, old friend and producer without cameras and flashes.
A few minutes later, a stellar queue literally lined up for Voropaeva - many performers came to the anniversary, whose peak of fame came in the late 90s and early 2000s: Sergey Penkin, Elena Presnyakova, Willy Tokarev, Alena Apina, Alisa Mon, singer Aziza, Alexander Peskov, Igor Nadzhiev, Bari Alibasov, Victoria Pierre-Marie, soloists of the Singing Hearts group and the Doctor Watson musical group.
Lyubov Grigorievna Voropaeva is a well-known Russian screenwriter, poetess, author of three books of poetry with more than 200 hits in pop and rock music. Since the beginning of the 90s, together with her husband Viktor Dorokhin, she began to engage in production activities and to this day she independently works with young stars. Among the performers of songs based on her poems are Zhenya Belousov, Lolita Milyavskaya, Valery Leoniev, Stas Piekha, Alexander Serov, Mikhail Shufutinsky, Larisa Dolina, Arkady Ukupnik and other famous musicians.
Leonid Agutin, Vladimir Presnyakov, Katya Lel and Lolita Milyavskaya, who had concerts at that time, handed over their congratulations and bouquets. But among the guests were not only “experts” in domestic show business, but also very young musicians - for example, in the midst of the holiday, 17-year-old Zhenya Belousov Jr., the nephew and full namesake of Zhenya Belousov, the performer of the hits “My blue-eyed girl”, came to Voropaeva , "Night Taxi", etc.
By the way, Lyubov Voropaeva, who became famous in the late 80s, was also opened to the general public by Lyubov Voropaeva, who wrote the lyrics for several songs for him. Later, already speaking on stage, the hero of the occasion remembered how Belousov's director, Leonid Agutin's father, Nikolai Agutin, conducted the artist's performances. “We sat on the bus and waited for our director to arrive with a suitcase of money,” the poetess said with a laugh. “In Soviet times, singers received money in suitcases,” Nikolai, who was also among the guests of the evening, supported her.
In the photo on the left - the guests of the holiday, singer Shura and composer Bari Alibasov, on the right, Lyubov Voropaeva talks about her new book "Virtual Ya".
The poetess presented many of her guests with a copy of the book "Virtual Ya", released in the fall of 2017. The cover of the volume is made in the form of Voropaeva's Instagram page, and inside the text is designed in the form of posts in other social networks. “I timed the presentation for the anniversary and decided to distribute it among my friends. The concept of the book is very unusual - the book is called "Virtual" - that is, I, Lyubov Voropaeva, in the virtual space. Here are collected interesting discussions about relationships, female and universal wisdom,” said the birthday girl.
The poetess also recalled that thousands of subscribers follow her life on social networks, with whom she shares her observations, thoughts and experiences every day.
“I talk a lot about the Internet, show business - all these are statuses from Facebook, LiveJournal and Instagram. I advise you to read this book with a pencil in order to mark the thoughts you like with “hearts” and then re-read interesting fragments, ”Voropaeva shared.
The evening ended with a performance by young stars, including a student of Sergei Penkin. And the hero of the occasion herself, seeing a huge mountain of flowers brought to her, joked that she was waiting for an equally luxurious holiday for the presentation of her next book.
