A long concert dress was decorated on top by a boa, above it was a diadem. Around the "figure" - knives. It looked like a shot from a bad horror movie. I called the police. When the operatives undertook to describe the stolen, an interesting detail emerged. The robbers knew my preferences and tastes well. From a whole heap of branded jackets, bags and concert dresses, they very accurately chose the things I loved most. But the decorations and equipment, which was crammed apartment, did not touch. On the nightstand and stayed diamond earrings from Chopard! "No, this is not a robbery," the older group shook his head. "You do not like someone very much."
Having removed the camera's testimony, the operatives found that there were nine criminals! They spent several hours in the apartment, fearing nothing and not hurrying, as if they knew exactly how much I would appear. Even drank tea with my cookies! Apparently, the burglars were instructed to do something very "pleasant" for the mistress of the house, and they carried with them two suitcases and three travel bags stuffed with my things. Leaving, turned to the camera and made a pen: "Bye, baby!" Finally, I was deceived that the door to the apartment was not hacked, it was just opened with a key ... I did not know what to think. Rather, I knew, but I drove away from them for myself the appearance was an event. All their time they then spent on the set and literally lived a war. Every day, explosions, blood. Fedor and Rezo went into the dressing room, where we were preparing for the performance. "You impressed me with your brilliance," Rezo recalled later.
- My friend sat and hinted: "Someone is interested in you ..." I literally soared with happiness, because I felt that it could only be him! Finally we returned to Moscow, and on one of the appearances Rezo rose on the stage with a huge bouquet of flowers. He invited me to a movie, and we went a big company. I was never complexed, but in the presence of Rezo, she was somehow embarrassed and timid, surrounded by friends, it was easier to communicate with him. But three months later, I no longer needed anyone's support. Now we two went to the cinema, I took him to the Big Club, where I lit up with Timati when I sang in his group VIP77. Rezo became the first man for which my parents heard:
"I'm not going to sleep tonight."
- From what suddenly? - Mom rose. "Where will you stay?"
"A young man." His name is Rezo.
Papa was so worried that he could not even articulate:
"What's his name?" Nastya, you're crazy!
"Stop it!" Cried my mother. "Think how old you are!"
"I'm already working ..." I persisted.
They were adamant. Mom-architect and father - a famous lawyer is not so imagined the life of his daughter. I already shocked them with their participation in the project "Star Factory", and here, at sixteen years old, is a serious novel! In every way, my parents tried to keep me from the wrong step, but it seemed to me that they simply did not want to understand me. And I did not give up, saying that I want to live with Rezo. She was still a stupid girl, and he knew how to care. I started a terrible depression. How did it happen that at the age of twenty-one I was left alone with a child who "did not like me" enough to be subjected to this cruel and humiliating test? For what?! Went to the doctors, mechanically answered questions, and then returned home, fell on the bed and remembered, remembered. How did it all start? Oh yes, it was Timati's birthday ... We with the "Star Factory" gave a concert in Feodosia. Among the audience were members of the film crew of the film "9th company". Fedor Bondarchuk came with his wife Svetlana and the second director of Rezo Gigineishvili's painting. They were, at first, some distant and gloomy, but then they thawed, they smiled. Like a cheerful cute monkey. It's simply impossible to pass by. " On the stage, I immediately found him among hundreds of spectators. It was like in an old Hollywood movie: our eyes met - and the time seemed to slow down, the sounds disappeared, we only saw each other. After the concert, Fyodor invited the whole "Factory" to a restaurant. Rezo and I sat in different corners, but constantly exchanged glances. Then - I was already leaving - he approached: "When will we shoot your video? I'm directing. You will be so beautiful! "After these words, having entered the bus, which drove the" manufacturers "to the Yalta hotel, I shouted to the whole salon:" Guys, I fell in love! "
And further - nothing, because the tour of "Factory" continued, and we forgot to exchange phones with Rezo. But Rezo read poetry, talked about the beauty of Georgia, taught me to have a good movie, other music - after all, I knew nothing, except for some rubbish like bad hip-hop, Timati, the band "Banda" and "Star Factory." It was thanks to Rezo that in due course I went to study at VGIK. He was not like the gentlemen who were spinning around. He seemed serious, thoughtful, drawn to him. I did not suspect what kind of mental trauma these relations would bring me, and moved to Rezo. I always hurried, I was in a hurry to live ... Rezo had a small apartment on Yaroslavl Highway, and he, in my opinion, was shy. But I did not care where to live, the main thing - together. My energetic energy has now been channeled into a new channel - the construction of a home. I cleaned, bought in the house different things to create a coziness: pads, frames for photos. Between the tours I managed to cook, bake pies, cakes. Something incredible happened to me! We talked a lot, Rezo talked about how luxuriously their family lived in Tbilisi. His father supervised the resort Borjomi. But then hard times of war broke out for Georgia, devastation, and my mother took her fourteen-year-old son to Moscow. The father did not go, did not want: their marriage to Reza's mother Irina had already actually disintegrated.
Capital
At first it was difficult in the capital. Uncle Rezo was helped by a famous doctor and artist Georgy Gigineishvili. Rezo went to school, the former "twenty", famous for the major atmosphere and eminent alumni. He wanted to enter MGIMO, but his older sister, the wife of journalist Matvei Ganapolsky, persuaded him: "The directing faculty at VGIK is a much more promising business. Listen to me! "He did as he was advised, and he was very grateful to his sister, because he soon realized: directing is really what he wants to do. When we met, Rezo worked for the 9th Company, he was twenty-three. We lived together for only two months, and the conversation was already on about the wedding. His mother and sister came to visit us. It was a long feast with toasts and Georgian songs. And suddenly Irina, turning to me, asked:
"Well, and when is the wedding?" A?! I do not understand something, Anastasia!
- Where to hurry? I muttered. "We have not yet checked our relations ..."
Irina began to exchange glances with her son, as if trying to convey to him her indignation: "How? You have not yet surrounded the girl ?! "I felt uneasy about this strange scene. Soon in the tour schedule, I had a "window", and Rezo and I went to rest on the island of Mauritius. The trip was paid by my parents. I already made good money, but not enough to book the best hotel. Rezo, too, could not afford this. In one quiet quiet evening we were sitting in the hall, playing chess. Suddenly, my mother is calling, with whom I talked only a couple of hours ago.
- How are you?!
"Great, I already told you."
- My dad and I are watching CNN now. In Indonesia there is an earthquake. The tsunami that has arisen because of it is sent to Mauritius, in the nearest hour the island will be covered by a huge wave. Need to do something!
Reso and I broke away from chess, turned our heads towards the street and only then saw a crowd of people with suitcases at the ready. "I'll try to find out what's what, and you run for the documents!" - threw Rezo. I rushed into the room to take the passport, but as a result I began to collect the bag. How can I leave my beautiful dresses ?! I grabbed the script that Rezo analyzed, it was his first independent work - the film "9 months". So I ran around the room and stuffed everything that seemed important. Rezo came running:
- Where did you get lost ?!
"Well, Rezoshka, how can I leave all this?"
We took a taxi and drove to the center of the city, where crowds gathered. People were crying, saying goodbye to each other, giving interviews to TV channels, telling what they felt, perhaps at the very last moment of their lives. It was scary and fun to watch. We sat in a park on a bench, joined hands and then saw that right in front of us there is a statue of Jesus Christ. "Now everything will be all right!" Rezo said with conviction. And really it turned out. As we learned, the tsunami moving to the island extinguished other waves. This story brought us very close. I liked how Rezo behaved - calmly, withstanding, guardianship and guarding me. After returning to Moscow, we had a new place of residence. From the work of Rezo rented an apartment on the Mosfilmovskaya. It was even smaller than the previous one. I said: "Nothing, Rezoshka, we'll live here." And he hugged me back. By that time, Rezo had already traveled by car. On my, or rather father's, because I was right. Once we went for food, and suddenly on the Embankment Rezo sharply braked and ordered:
- Come out! Get down!
- What are you doing ?! - I was frightened. We stood at the very water, before us the evening Moscow was shining with lights. I really love my city, for me it is the most beautiful place in the world.
- Look around! Rezo said in a penetrating voice. "I know how much you love Moscow at night, and I will do everything to make our lives even more lights." I beg you, be my wife!
Rezo was able to pronounce toasts and fervent speeches. In addition, he was not in vain received directing education - perfectly set the stage, built a frame. I was under the impression. She began to babble:
"I do not know ... We need to think about it," but after a moment blurted out: "Yes!" Yes! I agree!
At Mosfilmovskaya we did not live long, I missed my parents, whom I had hardly seen for four months, and Rezo and I moved to their large cozy apartment. Dad completely calmly reacted to the fact that the young will live at their expense. "Nothing, Rezo," he said. "At twenty-five I did not have anything either. The main thing is to strive forward, learn. " Papa gave Rezo books, talked with him, advised which works, in his opinion, it would be good to film. By the time Rezo had already charmed my parents, in addition, they understood: it's impossible to stop me. He made an official offer on my birthday - on June 2nd I turned seventeen. The night before, my parents and I were sitting in a restaurant where we were going to celebrate, and discussed the menu. Then Rezo, referring to an important meeting, left, and we went home. We have a family tradition: birthdays begin to be celebrated on the eve, so that at midnight the birthday may already be pleased with gifts. Honestly, even having received a bunch of beautiful parcels from my parents, I was upset: Rezo was not there. He came at half past twelve with a bouquet of flowers: "I know you like to get gifts from under the bed ..." This is another family tradition. As a child, I did not care how the gift would be, the main thing that I found him under the bed. "Now, go to your room and look." Under the bed lay a small box, in it - a ring. I burst into tears! It was beautiful, like in a movie. The pope brought the icon and blessed us. The wedding was scheduled for September. In the summer, Rezo and I together experienced the birth of the film "9 months". The responsibility for the beginning director lay tremendous: after all, in this very first project, very well-known actors were engaged: Maria Mironova, Sergei Garmash, Fyodor Bondarchuk, Alexei Serebryakov, Arthur Smolyaninov, Anya Mikhalkova ... While he was shooting, Factory "went to Jurmala. And then, tearing herself away from Rezo, suddenly thought for herself: was I not hurrying? Perhaps, on gloomy thoughts I was pushed by the quarrel that erupted during our telephone conversation. Left alone in Moscow, Rezo began to be jealous. I was really courted by the American jazz guitarist Al Di Meola, but I did not need it.
- I know what's going on, on these hangouts! With whom you are?! I phoned. Why did not you pick up the phone?
- We with the guys were sitting in a cafe. It was noisy.
"It's good for you, fun, yes?" Why did you go there? Did not walk up? Without me you feel great. Or maybe in the role of the groom you already see someone else? He was literally boiling.
"Why are you talking like this to me, Rezo?" What is my fault? You know, if you do not believe me, maybe we really should not hurry up with the wedding ?!
"I'm crazy, we invite guests!" When will you decide - do you marry or not ?!
And all in the same spirit. At the end of the conversation, I burst into tears. She roared and remembered how happy she was when he proposed. Rezo did not even have time to give me the ring when, on a tour, obeying a sudden impulse, I climbed into the dressing room on the table and cried: "I'm getting married!" Timati's face fell. "What, you do not believe ?! Here, look! "- and held out her hand with her usual ringlet. And at the end of August Rezo allowed himself to scream, scream at me with my mother. I swear, I do not remember, because of what all began, probably, just blurted out something wrong. I almost always behaved with Rezo perfectly, but you can not hide the character. I can not be put in a box with a bow, like a doll.
"Mom, I do not want to get married," I sobbed when Rezo's angered voice was gone and left, slamming the door.
"Kid, you wanted it yourself," said my mother. "There's still time, think."
Now, when everything is over with Rezo, I asked her:
"Why did not you stop me with your dad then?"
"How could I stop you?" Answered my mother.
Indeed, only a couple of days have passed since the quarrel, and we have already reconciled with Rezo. He knows how to speak beautifully and feels that he is losing ground, easily returns them by the mere force of the word. It is necessary to see how Rezo works on the set, winding up, making dozens of people obey. For the wedding dress, I went to Rome. I took a lot of money from my dad to pick up something unusual, and eventually chose a beautiful, but very inexpensive dress, for the rest of the money I bought Rezo's gifts. That's me, I'm stupid. "Chekhov's you Dushechka," says my mother, "you'll fall in love and you'll be ready for anything." When "Fabrika" toured in Tbilisi, I was met almost by the whole city: "Our daughter-in-law has arrived!" A huge bouquet was brought to the stage, and I shouted:
- Georgia, you are my new motherland!
- Bride! Bride! - The stadium was chanting.
Family Idyll
I really fell in love with Papa Rezo. The first time I shook hands with this humble person, I sincerely burst into tears from emotion, because I saw Rezo in old age, so they look alike. The main celebration took place on Prechistenka, in the Zurab Tsereteli Art Gallery, in the huge Yabloko Hall. The wedding was paid by my parents. They, however, made a discount, since the nephew of Tsereteli's friend was married. I can say one thing: there will not be such a wedding in my life anymore. From the bride's side there were only a few relatives and friends, the rest were familiar and native of Rezo. Three hundred people, and I did not know any of them. Artists, artists, businessmen, some kind of dubious personality ... Who are these people? What for? Where I am? What is happening to me? Somebody's children were running, Coco Pavliashvili was singing, Georgian toasts were constantly playing. When the wedding was organized, I did not insist on anything. I asked only that in the hall at the time of the appearance of the bride and groom, live butterflies flew into the air. They took off, but in a huge crowd of guests I could not see them and only at the end of the evening I found a half-dead butterfly, sat with her in the corner and stroked her tired wings. The next day the celebration continued in the institution of Rezo's friend. Nino Katamadze, jazz band, performed this evening, the guests were much less - a hundred people. At the wedding, my parents gave us an apartment, under the guidance of the architect's mother, a grandiose renovation was under way. On the honeymoon, also paid for by the parents, we flew to Capri. And my father and mother, taking Irina with her mother-in-law, went to Portugal. We agreed that we would meet them in Rome. It was amazing in Capri. The real Dolce Vita! Next to our room with pool and garden lived Keanu Reeves. Lying in a chaise longue, I could look at it in any angle. Rezo and I decided to go in for sports and went to buy racquets - my mother even as a child put us with my brother on alpine skiing and taught me to play tennis. While making out the purchase, we went to a cafe. But before that, I quietly dropped into the pharmacy and bought a pregnancy test, because for several days I felt something was wrong with me. Coming out of the toilet, I hid the test in the package. Then he quietly opened it and ... saw two strips. I screamed at the whole district: "Lord! Lord! "- and ran along the street. Rezo rushed after me.
- What happened?! Anastasia, what's going on?
- I will not tell you! .. No, I will say! .. We are pregnant!
And we two started jumping and jumping. How crazy. People looked with surprise. Brought racquets:
"Here are your purchases."
- We do not need it! We can not play tennis, we are pregnant!
Instead of playing sports, they began to overeat with different delicacies, feed the future child. That's the surprise for parents when we meet in Rome! Seeing my father and mother, I immediately realized: between them and their mother-in-law ran a black cat. Both were pale and sad.
- Mom, did you actually rest? What happened?
Irina lived a hard life, probably, she had no time to learn good manners. The behavior of mother-in-law, to put it mildly, shocked parents.
- We did not expect this ... - Mom confessed and told about the scandal that took place in the Portuguese restaurant, where they had dinner: - Irina did not like the local cuisine at first, and she pushed the plate away, screamed indignantly at the whole room that the food here - g ... but. Then it seemed to her that the waiter was sticking to her, under her desk, she rubbed her foot imperceptibly. The poor guy was attacked by a stream of foul language, and on the table, overturning wine glasses, flew Irina threw the napkin. With an injured face and loud abuse, she left the room. So the dinner ended at one of the best restaurants on the coast, "Mom finished her story. - Dad had to go to the head waiter - to pay and apologize ... This is only one of the stories that mom told. But nevertheless the evening by candlelight took place. Everyone came together, and I announced:
- We have news ...
Mom looked at me with alarm.
- I am pregnant.
My father blinked nervously, my mother blinked, trying not to cry, but her mother-in-law issued a joyful cry: "Wai me!" Mom could not stand it and left the table. I did not understand what was happening, ran after her.
"Are not you glad?"
- It's so early! So early! Repeated my mother.
And that's all. Black curtain. One Irina was happy: now the girl will not escape! Pregnancy, I lived as if in another dimension, I was engaged in myself and my stomach: I slept, walked in parks, listened to beautiful music. Rezo began work on a new scenario. The film he wanted to shoot in Tbilisi - kill, zare, but only there. And we must also, that at this moment, once again intensified relations between Russia and Georgia. Rezo's open text said: "It's better to forget about filming in Tbilisi." Left without work, he became aggressive and quick-tempered. He shouted: "I do not understand how you can do anything in this country!" Once Rezo in Starlayte on Mayakovka tried to pay off dollars, but the American currency was not accepted. And the nearest exchangers were closed. "Well," Rezo said. - About this and we will shoot. " So the idea of the film "Heat" appeared. We at the dacha with friends enthusiastically wrote the script, each added something of its own. "You will behave well, I'll take off at the cinema," Rezo promised. It seemed that everything was fine with us, only my mother sometimes loaded me with the full program with complaints about the unceremonious actions of her mother-in-law, and I could not help at least part of the problems with my husband. And he took offense at his mother and reprimanded me. Last summer my mother-in-law passed away, and the language does not turn to talk about it badly, but the truth is true: the quarrels that began to arise in our lives were precisely because of it. But the expectation of the early appearance of our baby quickly smoothed offenses. Marusya was born in June, a week after my birthday. The birth was very long and difficult. The doctors wanted to do cesarean, but I managed it myself. When it was especially painful, she cried: "I'm selfish! I did not want any more! "Then she came to herself and spoke to my mother, who did not leave me for a minute:" No, I'm strong, I can do it! "And I even sang songs. While the fights continued, around the maternity home crowd of relatives and friends Rezo, who shouted the words of support. My husband visited me during a break between painful attacks and wanted to stay, but another attack of pain began and I cried so loudly that he was frightened and ran away. Finally, Maroussia was born. I was still in the gynecological chair with my legs tucked up. In boxing, meanwhile, the relatives began to fall first, and then Rezo's friends with mobile phones, to which they captured the first moments of the mother and child after childbirth.
- Wai! The girl is so beautiful!
- And mum the good fellow!
Apparently, this is the characteristic feature of Georgians - to experience everything together, even childbirth. Four days later, Marusya and I were discharged home. From the very beginning, my nanny helped me take care of my daughter, because I was firmly determined, without wasting time, to prepare for the shooting in Zhara. For two and a half months she threw off thirty kilograms, which she gained for pregnancy. I sat on a protein diet, every day I went to the gym, engaged with the coach on an individual program, arranged days of starvation, when you can drink at best a glass of kefir. All these exploits performed for the love of Rezo. At night, my husband stood up to me like a baby, shook her, changed pampers. It was so touching. We shot a film about the hot summer, and on the street, in fact, was a real cold-hearted. The artists were put on by the heaters so they could warm up between the episodes. My heroine - a girl with a camera - walked and clicked everything that Moscow does - "chick-chick." So Timati got into the frame, fleeing from skinheads. Before the shooting of this scene, Rezo calmed the crowd of the children involved in the episode, whom it is very difficult to work with - they talk, run away, and make hooligans. When it was my turn, there was not much time left. And I did it all from the first take. "You are my dear, clever girl! You see, what a talented wife I have! Rejoiced Rezo. - All, curl! "We walked with the main stylist of the picture and discussed how I turned out in the frame. "It's wonderful," Dima Kirillov said. "It's just super." And suddenly his face was stretched: "Anastasia, we forgot to take off the ring!" My heroine, a modest student girl, remained in this scene with a wedding ring from Cartier on her finger. Thank God, in the frame it does not catch sight. Now the gift of the ex-husband is stored in a box, as a memory ... It's nice to remember that time - all of us who worked on the picture were one team. And the operator of "Heat" Michael Osadchy became the godfather of our daughter Marousi. Before the "Heat" about Rezo they said: "This is the husband of Anastasia Kochetkova." With the release of the film, everything changed. Now Gigineishvili was considered a young successful director. In our apartment almost every day there were lavish feasts - Rezo's friends celebrated success. My parents are hospitable people, they love guests, but the constant get-togethers, because of which the house turns into a walk-through yard, can tire anyone. During the evening, some people left, others came. In Georgia, they live that way, they even cook not for the family, but three times more - in the hope that someone will come to visit. But in Moscow it is not so accepted. In the end, my parents could not stand it and ran away to the dacha. "Nightmare! Cold Russian people! "Resented Rezo. He suggested moving to Yaroslavl in his tiny "odnushku." If it were not for Marusya, I would have agreed. But a small child needs normal living conditions. And I said no. And on the fee from the film Rezo bought an apartment for my mother, in Tbilisi. But, in my opinion, she liked to live in Moscow and pour oil on the fire of our relations with Rezo.
After the birth of the child
Back with Marusya from the hospital, I began to follow the order and cleanliness with maniacal obsession. But how else if there is a baby in the house? Seven times a day, he washed the floor, quartzed the air, aired. One day, when I was breastfeeding Marusya, my mother-in-law came. Without changing clothes, without even washing her hands after the street, she went into the nursery and, breathing tobacco, lay down to us with her baby on the bed. I did not say anything. Only looked askance. "Again I do everything wrong!" - Irina got up, went into another room and lit a cigarette. I again said nothing, only asked the nurse: "Please tell Irina not to smoke in the apartment." Her mother-in-law left, slamming the door. I needed to pull myself together, not reacting to anything, but I was small, stupid and very worried about Marusya. So she was so upset that after this story she lost her milk. Then, when Marusya became older, Irina did not need to put her granddaughter on her knees and smoke. Rezo, no matter what his mother did, took her side. I think if people get married, it means they become the most important for each other. And the Bible says: "A man shall leave his father and his mother and cleave to his wife, and the two shall be one flesh." It is clear that parents and friends should be kept close to heart, but the first for a man should be his wife and child. However, even with the advent of Marousi Rezo, the main women in her life considered her sister Tamara and her mother. Once Tamara stayed with us at the dacha and it turned out that she and I both needed to go to Moscow one day. I asked to wait only an hour - before the arrival of the nurse, that was on whom to leave Marusya. But Rezo did not hesitate and personally took my sister to the city, and I had to call a taxi. Sister controlled his whole life. I called several times a day: "Did you get home? Where are you? What do you do? "I want or do not want to, I had to grab a child in an armful and go to visit Tamara, if invited. Tried to reach Rezo: "Marusya is still a little girl to go visiting. She can not break the regime. " I am firmly convinced: the baby should be at home in warmth and comfort, and not at cheerful feasts. My position led Rezo into a rage. But after all, my parents raised me like that. People who were friends with the entire secular elite of Moscow, did not drag me and my brother around the party, because they protected the health of their children. And I, arguing with Rezo, wanted my daughter to grow up in a quiet home environment. But in the eyes of her husband, I seem to look like a crazy old-fashioned mother.
Shooting
Soon after the release of the "Heat" screens, preparations began for the filming of "Inhabited Island" by Fyodor Bondarchuk, at which Rezo was again the second director. I began to prepare for entering VGIK, because I really enjoyed acting ... But if I was to be sincere to the end, I wanted to be well versed in the art of cinema, so that Rezo would not treat me like a stupid little understanding girl. He often made it clear that I do not know anything, I do not know how. I wanted to please him and seriously set my sights on studying. But Rezo somehow withdrew from me, he was completely absorbed in the Fedina project. Or maybe something else? Or someone? Filming of the "Inhabited Island" took place in Yalta, and Rezo and I did not see each other for a long time. I came as often as I could. When I again waited for the return flight at the airport in Simferopol, my friends called and said that Ratmir Shishkov - my friend, the "manufacturer", a member of our band "Banda" was killed in a car crash. At me the hysterics has begun, the administrator has called Rezo, and that has told: "Bring it back". I flew to Moscow only in a day, already at the funeral. Together with Rezo. He then very much supported me. But soon again went to the shooting. Despite the desire to huddle in the corner and mourn for Ratmir, it was necessary to prepare for entering the acting department. The task was not simple, because from fourteen to seventeen I just did what I toured and completely lost the habit of sitting at the desk. I was engaged with tutors and at the same time I selected a repertoire for Jurmala - I was invited to participate in the contest "New Wave". It would seem that when a person has time written on minutes, he has no time to indulge in gloomy thoughts, but apparently not coping with the kaleidoscope of events, I began to feel emptiness and loneliness more and more often. My friend Dominic Joker during one of the studio rehearsals said: "Anastasia, even close people sometimes hide such secrets that God forbid to find out." After these words, an eclipse happened. I suddenly decided that there, in Yalta, Rezo froze to me. Well, of course! After all, he, as a matter of course, left us with Marusya in the care of my parents, he only called from time to time to find out how things were, and only. On my birthday sent with a friend is not a gift, but three hundred dollars in an envelope! Sometimes Rezo did not get in touch for several days. Now, hearing the voice in his pipe, I broke down:
"You do not care about us!"
"Do not say nonsense!" He shouted.
We quarreled, and I went as if in the water lowered.
Rezo came to Moscow for several days, when I was preparing to leave for Jurmala: I packed concert suits in a bag. But the husband did not even ask about anything, he just did not notice that his wife is going somewhere. I tell him:
- By the way, today I'm leaving for Jurmala.
- Well, yes, of course, how quickly time flew by.
I hoped that he would go to the station. But Rezo did not think. What for? After all, my parents have a driver. Suspicions flared up with renewed vigor. I grabbed Rezo's phone. "My baby, my love, I miss ..." - wrote some Sasha, Dasha and Nadya. I was offended and decided not to call Rezo. He does not call, and I will not. I came to the room after a rehearsal, went to bed and looked at the ceiling. The situation was smoothed by Fyodor Bondarchuk. Together with Rezo called me after the first round - he was shown on TV. "Anastasia, you're done! Shouted Fyodor. - Yes, if I were there, I would die of fear. And you're holding on! We are all with you! And Rezo too! "I was very pleased. But sadness, loneliness and inexplicable anxiety did not recede. And soon there was a problem with the repertoire. During the contest this rarely happens - everyone comes prepared. But I decided to change the song the day before the performance of the national hit. In my head in an intricate tangle thoughts of my husband, Ratmir, Marusa were intertwined. I completely broke up and for some reason listened to the advice of the caller from Yalta Rezo - to sing the song of Coco Pavliashvili. Did not have time to prepare it properly and lost. In this situation, I blame only myself! Alas, neither the make-up and hairstyle from the best stylists, nor the beautiful dress from Igor Chapurin and the chic decorations of my friends-designers have been able to change my inner state. But more I will not let feelings take over me. After all, the artist must be able to forget about his personal life when he is on stage. And I am grateful to Jurmala for a good lesson.