I like the expression "love went into space." Because no one, in fact, does not know exactly where it goes. And space is a very suitable destination. There, it seems to me, it is possible and not to lose such a thing ... It is fierce in a family where there were four children. At the age of fourteen, he told the pope that he would like to have pocket money. "You do not know how to do anything! Go to the plant - they'll teach you how to earn money *. Father himself worked as an auto mechanic and therefore could not tell me an easier or more creative way of obtaining money. And I got a job as a pupil of a locksmith. Learning transferred to the evening school, and lived. Later he graduated from the courses and became a debugger of computer predecessors - such huge analytical aggregates. They were constantly broken by female operators, and I was repairing them. So write: problems with women began to pursue the artist Kalninsha from adolescence. I believe that every destiny is painted long before our birth, I'm not a fatalist, but someone supreme "prescribed" a happy life with one person, another - an eternal search, and it is not at fault.
Something strange
In some ways, I'm probably strange. For example, I seriously think that it is possible to easily break down the fate of an unprotected person with spells and Tom. Just not everything in our life can be felt and explained. Although spoil someone else's life is easy and without the help of mystical forces, but just gossip, slander, intrigue. To be honest, at the presentations, I'm already afraid of making champagne with some lady. Tomorrow they will print the photos and add that after drinking alcohol, the artist Kalninsh beat her. And all this because some unsupported waiter from the restaurant "saw a bruise on her wrist." Yes, I'm like that, I hit everyone. And what kind of expression is a "sex symbol"? You should not be a symbol of sex, but its participant. At least, I like this option much more. - I see, And var, you are unhappy with the press. But there is no smoke without fire, and probably not from scratch, ascribed to you novels with many actresses ... -Yes, at the same time they were not at all delicate, categorically connected me with all the actresses, whom I had to work on one site! With Lena Safonova we shot in four pictures in a row, starting with the famous "Winter Cherry", from there, I think, and talk about our "personal relationship". People like to believe that love is convincingly played on the screen of Ivar just because it really is. In general, it's good to believe that there is love. Just do not ascribe it to other people: - Did someone attribute love to you? - Well, yes ... I do not want to mention the surname of the actress, she is very famous and now she's been filming a lot. I do not know what happened to us, because of what she started this report about her romances of the past years in the press ... They said that she seemed to be in trouble with her husband, and she probably thought about calling such revelations his jealousy. So I was not alone in lovers, we are there a whole group of comrades. Very funny ... I do not know how the other men mentioned, but in my case there was not a novel at all, but an amurchik, and even a drunken affair. I confess, it's a real sin, but to call an episode, which I, by the way, really regretted later, relations? Drunk men are all nerds, it's true. Besides, this stupidity happened thirty years ago! In short, I'm truly sorry if all her novels were as large-scale.
Introduction
I personally - Kalninsha, it was very awkward. After that publication, they write me down for a TV show and ask, almost chuckling: "Well ... How did you get on with this actress?" Yes, I do not remember already! I had to laugh: Pay money. Then I'll tell you all the details and in pornographic pictures. " Never in my life there has been a parallel relationship to the wife plus a mistress or somehow. I did not start dating a woman without finishing the previous novel. In general, it seems to me, I usually live. Even boring. Well, there were a few marriages, five children ... There are people who can boast more dramatic turns. I can only say that all my children were born in love. - Ivar, how did you get to know Ilga? - In my youth I played a lot. He played the guitar. We, as expected, had a band with whom we performed on all sorts of dances and even concerts. Soviet time was really special: then it was supposed that the student must either participate in amateur performances, or go in for sports. Otherwise, he was considered a parasite and an undeveloped person. I, of course, liked creativity more than trying to pull weights ... We were sick with music, and even the prospect of compulsory free performances at various youth evenings was not frightening. The girls sang, and we played along. ... That evening we performed at the Medical Institute. The program included a brass band. It should be noted that the orchestras at that time often gathered for the cultural development of the working people from all in a row - the scientists and carpenters were blowing equally diligently in the pipes ... This brass band, it seems, was recruited by half-drunk firefighters. And so we stand, we are waiting for the end of a serious wind program, because we must play after them, brightening up the gathered physicians the consumption of a festive dinner ... She, thin-sonorous, had full power over this gathering of men. And even if the started mug of beer was sticking out from behind a huge pipe, the musician climbed out to get into the notes. It turned out that the student of the music faculty was practicing, and she was assigned this orchestra. I could not miss such a girl. In addition to the fact that Ilga clearly had conducting skills, she was very pretty. So I fell for twenty years. I hugged and I made an offer ... Ilga was a serious girl, she was thrilled with music, and she influenced me so much that I threw all my songs to the guitar and entered the conservatory. By the way, we have played a wedding with the proceeds from the sale of guitars and equipment. His wife later also graduated from the Institute of Culture named after Krupskaya in St. Petersburg, received a music teacher's specialty and still teaches at the music school. So in the first family, everything went on as if in the full sense of this expression.
New family
One by one, there were little girls - Una and Elena. It is now fashionable to have a month of pineapples, then two - to drink goat's milk, and only after six months you can plan the conception of a child. Previously, everything was easier: people love each other, so they have children. My wife is all in music, I'm a young stage actress. But we tried to keep up. Striptease soul, which is taught in the classroom for acting, little suited to normal life, Pushkin, Chekhov, Shakespeare, who wrote mostly about unhappy love, do not combine well with a happy life. Trying to somehow combine the incompatible, I took with me on tour and shooting Ilgu and daughters. Despite the fact that the fame came quickly enough, I was never such a star that the finger does not strike a finger and all the time in my head I lose Shakespeare ... Sometimes I used to wash the diapers, and cook the children's crockery. Perhaps not as often as we would like ... Of course, basically the appearance of a baby requires victims from a woman. My victims were few, I tried to just provide for the family. - Daughters did not take offense, that you spend a little time with them, you do not go out for a long time? - Una, she was sixteen then, she said that it's impossible to walk with me - all eyes goggle. So went one forward. And when I looked around, I understood everything and also felt uncomfortable: some had a significant grin on their faces; "Ay-yay, artist Kalninsh, with a young girl strolling ..." You will not explain to everyone that this is my daughter. I'm an adult, and she exploded ... Sometimes such walks interrupted requests for an autograph or can I photograph you? "Attention inevitably switched, the daughters took offense. ... But you can not do acting in the kitchen. It's tours, trips, shooting expeditions. Probably, at some point Ilga was tired. There were talks about slowing down, spending more time with the family, but such a compromise is impossible. One project pulls the other, you can not fall out of the cage. I do not know how to explain, but in you some kind of own energy starts to accumulate, and if you do not give it a splash, it will tear apart like that hamster!
It's not all late
The artist must perform as Kalnins. I tried to limit myself - to be at all home festivals, not to work for Christmas and New Year. Although Happy New Year ... night, then in terms of earnings, the artist's dad is golden. Therefore, I accompanied the family to a restaurant, flew to work, and under threat to join them. All is well: I am sober - they are pleased, I have earned well - it is pleasant to me. I have a friend, also a famous artist, so he invented one method: "A couple of days ago I went around with my wife all the taverns in the city. We walked until the morning ... Now for six months I'm completely free. " The artist's wife is also a profession. And very difficult. - Especially when you master it, and the artist leaves in twenty children of a joint life. - The crisis began long before I left the family. We never quarreled, did not scandal in the generally accepted sense. Probably, the psychological fatigue has collected. And, by the way, Ilga was the first to leave. She lived with my mother, and I stayed with my daughters. For a while, they existed. The householder, I must admit, did not work out of me. Cares for the house automatically took over the eldest daughter. I did not talk to Il of the reasons for her act, because I did not feel the need to find out the already clear - love went into space, there it is no more. How long does love live? Who can give a clear answer to this question? No one. My parents all my life together, and, of course, I thought that I would have the same. At least, I would like to. But God has his own way. Someone suffices for a year, they say, seven - a terrible number, although it is unclear what it is worse than twelve or twenty, at that time I had a lot of work. And I was spinning, trying to keep up, and then somehow - bam! - I noticed how empty the house became. Tug, you see, it does not matter, you live in a three-storyed castle or a modest two-room apartment ... Something was not as wonderful as I always thought. Such feelings are very difficult to convey in words, somehow explain. Perhaps Ilga felt the same thing, only earlier, so she left. Then she returned, but ... It all turned out that we did not see the prospects for further life together. This is when you do not expect anything from a woman, and you can not offer anything to her. Annoying - not yet a problem. It happens even worse - when you do not care. At me it "all the same" has come to the full. Daughters grew: the oldest almost twenty, the younger - fourteen. Responsibility for them, of course, did not go anywhere, but they needed me much less than they once did, and in principle they reacted with understanding to Ilga and myself with serious problems. To turn back and try to figure out at what moment we suddenly became strangers, it is impossible. So I packed my things and left, leaving them an apartment.
Freedom and independence
- Ivar, wrote that you left the family, because you met Aurelia Anuzhite ... - We met Aurelia much later. After the divorce from Ilga, I lived for a long time alone. Of course, there were amorous stories, but I did not drive anyone home. Yes, nothing serious was not. In general, all the first year after parting, I was constantly thinking, why did our "family enterprise" fail so ineptly. I can not say that such thoughts were given to me easily. I did not blame anyone: it took so much. This winter this year was snowy, it seems like only in my childhood were. There were huge snowdrifts, they were melting till April. But melted away! And where is that terrible winter? It's over. Spring has come again. The snow did not have time to collect yet, and there are already leaves on the trees. Everything is in motion. Therefore, it is probably said that you can not enter the same river twice. Although with the second wife we tried it, and even more than once. - So, Ivar, you still had time to enjoy freedom? "And what is freedom?" I think no one would want to remain a slave. If we take world history, every nation at least once, but fought for freedom. At the same time, we are all dependent. Independent - then no one needs. I have a wonderful story about the relativity of freedom and the way I borrowed money from my second wedding. In the early 90's, when everything collapsed, we suddenly became free. The state machine called "cinema" broke up, we tried to collect guilds, meetings, while no one knew how it was done. They rushed to make films, but often money depreciated long before the final of filming, then through the cinema they started laundering money - in this case nobody was interested in the final result. There are no normal projects, there is no money, what will happen is unknown. And somehow they invite me to work on what it's called now into the corporate corporation of one oil bank, which, incidentally, collapsed after this jubilee. I must lead the evening. Such concrete guys come up, call me aside and say; "Say this: five years ... a pause ... this is the time ... a pause ... a serious one." Wow! Ladies, Central Television has arrived ... But where to go? Said as ordered. The festival is large-scale - gathered all the famous singers, jokers, some waiters crowd was like at the demonstration ... During the concert one very popular singer comes up to me and, nervous, asks: "They did not say how much they would pay. And they told you? "" I think it's not people who need to be asked, "I answer.
suggestions
After the concert, a pantomime took place between me and the customer's representative. He pulls out a bundle of bills, and his fingers turn into a typewriter to count money. Only: shur-shur-shur ... And no words, only a glance at me: "Is it enough?" I also reply with pantomime: "Well ... I would like to." "Understood," - written on the face of a man in a crimson jacket, and again - shur-shur-shur ... Six months later on this money, I played a wedding with Aurelia. What are we talking about? About slavery ... So, it is permissible only if it is sweet. And voluntary. With my second wife we met in 1992 on the set of the picture "The Secret of the Family" by Balzac's "Stepmother" drama. They marked the "cap". I look, it's a miracle - looks at everything happening with absolutely naive eyes, sipping champagne. "The movie is over," I thought, "and you can not even see it again." He invited me to the restaurant on the pretext of "continuing to celebrate the film," Aurelia at first refused, they say, she needs to visit her mother, and go far - for one hundred and fifty kilometers. "I'll drive!" In short, she did not want to visit my mother ... So it dragged on for the next seven years. Love ... Aurelia could not help but catch. Such a flower, naive, wild. She was very touching ... I was surprised how in the big aggressive city she managed to keep this cleanliness. Men generally attracts insecurity. Looking at her, I wanted a concrete fence around to erect, so that no wind ... In Aurelia there was not a drop of bitchiness. By the age of thirty, you, women, turn into uniform witches, change to brooms, and we, men, can only guess where the young Natasha Rostova disappeared. But I digress ... And then we woke up, I suggested: "Let's live together", "Come on," he says, "only I have nowhere to go." She called my mother, whom she did not reach. A new life came to life. I rented an apartment, Aurelia studied. It was necessary to her in an instruction to learn the Latvian language which it did not know. I kept adjusting it quietly to my ear, because the accent was kept for a long time, but in the theater, who will correct it?
And it began ...
Aurelia somehow mysteriously provoked me to the very right things. I suddenly wanted to organize my life, and I decided to get married. The catch is that I am baptized as a Lutheran, and Aurelia is a Lithuanian, that is, a Catholic. We came to the Catholic church, and I told my story, to which the priest replied: she can, and you can not. Four hours we marinated, explaining why not, Aurelia was so upset that she nearly collapsed. Just do not think what, she was not pregnant at all! But her faintness played into our hands - the priest was so frightened that he called the archbishop. "My children," he said weightily, "live a year." "Yes, we lived for a year now!" - I say: the Bishop began to remember youth, as he served in Belgium and during the war people often lost their halves ... The fact is that Catholics are not divorced without the personal permission of the Pope, and then, in the war years, as the archbishop recalled, there were precedents. "I hope that he may be telling the moments of his biography for good and will meet us halfway." But "he" -This did not say, so they left with nothing: Aurelia's stepfather calls: "Come sud , I have already agreed. * We went to another church, and the same archbishop comes out and asks: "Well, where is this Lutheran who wants to become a Catholic?" * And we were married ... We could work with my wife together in It might have somehow rallied, but ... I was also invited there, but I did not agree, because the repertory theater is a restriction in concert activity, in movements, etc. I agreed only on one-off projects. "If we're both bogged down, there's nothing to eat at home," I explained to my wife. In a year we had Mikeus. I saw with my own eyes how my son was born. At that time, I was undoubtedly the happiest of mortals. Therefore, it is extremely unpleasant for me, when now someone with my imagination begins to desecrate my happy memories of that time. Of course, the appearance of the baby complicated the creative life of Aurelia. But we seem to be coping. When we met, she did a lot of acting, and it's a pity that now she completely stopped acting career. And then I saw how a beloved woman gradually begins to eat a very dangerous feeling. Professional jealousy of actors - a terrible thing, she, like an asphalt paver, can roll out even the greatest love. My wife at first was very happy about my new work, and then somehow stopped ... I will not say that we were a fan of the movie, but it was from him that grandiose crack went.
There was a picture. Very promising. We were invited to try both. This even even managed to trumpet local newspapers: they say, the most beautiful couple of Latvia will play love on the screen, and so on. Have made assays. They call and explain: "We take you. And your wife ... In general, we are looking for another actress *. I say to the director: "Oh-she-she, what will I have at home ?! I will be strangled in the kitchen! * And the director did not take pictures for five years, all options changed his mind, burned with this project. And I can not refuse it - the script is one hundred percent mine! In general, there was a vivid example of how not to confuse personal and creative life. At home, I was waiting, at least, for a new eruption of Vesuvius ... But it should be noted that the wife suffered her defeat stubbornly. Although it was evident: the situation hurt her for a living hard. Moreover, the role of the heroine was eventually taken by her classmate Aurelia did not speak in words, but her face was very clearly read; "Traitor!" In part, yes, she has largely sacrificed her career, dedicating herself to raising her son. But for my part, too, the victims were enough. I tried to provide it so that she did not think about money at all, could devote herself entirely to creativity. I clutched at any offers, because in the nineties there were very few of them, and we have a child, and we did not want to count all the time as a penny. It so happened that the most interesting theater projects passed by me. They could give me a lot as an actor, but, alas, they did not promise to earn money. And I was forced to refuse.
Cheating wife
And so one to one ... I just felt the skin how the negative accumulates. The puddle of silent irritation inexorably turned into a lake. Probably, since I'm older and more experienced, I was the first to understand that the Pasha with Aurelia the story goes to its not very pleasant ending. There are a few drops left - and the lake will come out of the coast ... It can be difficult for people to understand why others leave, especially when it comes to a beloved acting couple. There are assumptions like "probably, he beat her". By the way, Aurelia was more likely to wave or toss the object of "type of plate" ... I am generally capable of anything but a sobering slap when it comes to a woman. It seems to me that there is nothing terrible here. Nobody noticed how long after our parting our "Santa Barbara" continued, but to this day they happily write: "Oh, they fought." I think so: no one has divorced because he fought. It is important - for which was a specific slap in the face. Whether the change occurred, whether the money was the reason, what an abomination ... I found out that my wife had another man. Not that I caught it or caught it - I just understood. I never allowed myself to make scenes of jealousy. And she suited me, led some kind of stupid shadowing ... Annoyed Aurelia could literally everything - today a red mug was put on the left corner of the table, and it is necessary to the right, at work was delayed specially to annoy ... I can be mistaken, but it seemed to me , that most of all she was irritated by the lack of jealousy on my part, the fact that I do nothing, I do not conduct complicated conversations. My main mistake was this ignoring of her love state, the demonstration of the notorious "all the same." Just because of experience and age, I understood: we are inexorably moving towards collapse. An hour or so: tick-tock, tick-tock ... At some point, we decided to disperse to live each one's life. So we broke up. Next to me there were women, Aurelia, too, did not miss. Everything is clear - we are living people. But if she was hiding something, then I had everything on my palm. Despite the fact that legally we still continued to be spouses, I was perfectly aware that there was no way back. I'm such a person - I think it's not worth regretting anything, especially in a life where everything sooner or later ends. But after six months Aurelia suddenly called. She said good words, she assured me that she loved me. I offered to meet. Still, we have a son growing up, I was terribly bored by Mikeus. Besides, I understood: she did not really have "there" with her own happiness, since she called ... "What a fool to lose?" - I thought and went to the meeting. Afflicted self-esteem is not love, but there are times when it's very easy to scare the first with the second. We again tried to live together. Which, of course, was a mistake. Perhaps someone can manage to enter the same river twice, but nothing came of it. - Why? - You see, I do not mind playing the second violin. Not every day. I can wash pantyhose and in the morning wear coffee in bed. As for creativity, everything should remain unchanged, I need just as much freedom as necessary. And then, is it really a problem to take a taxi if I do not have time to roll you on the car? Like agreed. It used to be so; "I can not tomorrow." - "How ?!" - "And so!" It all again came out that for the full happiness of Aurelia, I must stay at home and wait humbly where she wants to go in an hour. Such a life is not for me at all. After our reunion, I became much tougher in such matters. No longer thought it possible to give up an interesting job to guard our ghostly home.
Heaviness on the soul
It was no longer difficult. So when my wife left the house one day, I went to the registry office and applied for a divorce. He took all the blame, because who is to blame, he also pays the duty ... He told the judge that there is no mutual understanding between us, probably because of the difference in age. The child in the family is alone, so we quickly separated. She thought I would beg her to come back! But it turned out that the opposite is true - I do not mind getting rid of marriage bonds. And then, as in the song of my beloved Vertinsky: "And to lose a little playing, with her friend start flirting innocent. And somehow there to insure.
The simple self-love of a man
Aurelia disappeared. In the full sense of the word. I had no idea where she went, and was very worried because of the inability to communicate with her son. I thought after a while it would cool down and make itself felt. Mikeyus was not to blame for it, he did not get it from his parents ... At first he could not even sleep, he could not close his eyes, and here he is, my boy. Such longing piled up! He got up and walked like a wolf around the room from corner to corner. I still remember - and my heart is rubbing, I tried not to publicize the situation, so as not to give too much reason to wash my bones in the press, I started looking for them. I was looking for, almost with Interpol, but Aurelia as in the water has sunk. Almost two years have passed. I got married. With Laura we already have a daughter - Louise. And then I go back home, and there - bang! - Aurelia. Sits, drinks, and my faithful also pours her. "What's going on here?" I ask. Aurelia raises her drunken eyes on me and begins to chide: "Where are you? At you the child only was born, and you shlyaeshsja! "In a word, the situation is surreal. I do not know whether to cry or laugh. "If you want to find out a relationship," I say to my ex-wife, "go, get ready for a start." For a while, she still carried an utter nonsense, and then asked: "Are you happy?" "Yes", - answered honestly. - Ivar, and she calmly left? - Restless, but gone ... - Kalnynsh, that, Aurelia was late? - Nothing is too late. Weight was formed without it. Like this. Laura is a very calm person. She then did not even say anything. Soon after her strange visit, Aurelia married a nice wealthy guy, they seem to have weight well. Heard, she put for the church something like a religious mystery. I wanted to see it, but I was too busy. I am glad that my communication with my son has been restored, I do not need anything else. Mikeyus comes to visit me. Sometimes with friends. By the way, for some reason he does not remember the time when we lived together. You show a photograph, and he is surprised; "And you were with us ?!" It is a pity, of course, that I did not have the opportunity to raise it, to observe how it is changing ... But I do not perceive parting with Aurelia as an error. Although if we had children with her, maybe everything would have turned out differently. But on the topic "how it would be, if" you can only fantasize. And I do not like empty fantasies. "And you, Ivar, a desperate man, decided to try number three ..." "Yes." And everything was twisted again! Thought - fifty years, I will finally live for myself. Year lived. Terrific! A bachelor's life is a chic option. Suddenly, money appeared that I should not give, friends, booze, where I want - a miracle and fly. I live, as horrible, crying alimony and sort of like no one else should not. But, apparently, I have not been allowed to enjoy freedom for a long time. Neymetsya ... All my life I myself arranged so that two or four people lived nearby. I can not live for a long time irresponsibly.
The best that is
- As they say, the first marriage - from God, the second - from the devil, the third - fate, Ivar? - Maybe. But I did not seem to do anything special. With Laura, we met quite by accident, not at the theater company. She is a lawyer. And then everything is standard - calls even more often, meetings. I got married. Apparently, God always devises various tests for people, many questions will be asked to me, and in creativity and in life, he will not let me stop. I'm on my way, and I'm not letting go of the profession: I'm throwing up new tasks. And life makes you spin - recently my daughter was born, grandchildren ... Laura is younger than me for twenty-nine years, but I often think that the opposite is true - I'm younger. You can not name her naive. And I've never met such a combination of femininity and discretion before I met her. There is so much wisdom in it, as it seems in me, it will never be typed. Somewhere can tolerate, never throw a stone in the back, but can, and punish very hard. I think she took me for who I am. And, apparently, I have matured. - It turns out, Ivar, your grandson is ten years older than your youngest daughter. Does it flatter you? - No, no ... These are worries. Of course, the children who appear in their youth are a very different calico than the later ones. You start, more than ever, how responsible you are for being tamed by you.