They met in his office - his father was a dentist. At the same time he is married, he has two children, and my mother is married, and her daughter grew up. But at them such love has flashed at first sight, that the novel has begun very rough. And soon the second wife of Alexander Buinov gave birth to a child.
To divorce his first wife, his father went to the North, opened an office there and earned a lot of money. In a literal sense, a bunch - a whole suitcase! Returning to Moscow, he brought this suitcase to his first wife, put it in front of her and said: "I leave you everything and this suitcase ... Now I'm leaving because I love another woman."
Mom also left her husband. And he and his father began a new life from scratch. Initially, there was no money at all, not even five kopecks on the metro. And they walked home on foot. But they believed in love. The main thing is that together. And it turned out ...
My father loved his mother all his life . Often recalled a story: he once sat with the director of the film and photo institute, which was near the metro station "Airport", there were closed views. And so they talked about something, sitting on a bench in the street, and suddenly Uncle Lesha, seeing my mother from afar, and his sight was not very good, did not recognize her and told his father: "Listen, such a beauty is coming !. . "To which the father, without turning his head, replied:" This is my wife! "He did not even doubt: if the beauty - it can only be his Berta ...
The parents' house was very open. Everyone loved to visit my mother - and my mother's friends with my father, and then friends of my second wife, Alexander Buinov. Alla Pugacheva loved my mother very much ... She was cheerful, hospitable. And how she cooked! This is something incomprehensible! We were visited by day and night. I was not at all surprised if in the middle of the second night a bell rang: "Bertha, Raf, are you awake?" - "No". "Then we'll be right back." They came and sat until morning. And in the morning everything, as if there was no sleepless night, went to work ...
Dad could not have been without Mom at all. Once she once went to a sanatorium without him. She was not four days old. During this time the pope stopped, he was standing drinking coffee, we quarreled with him. And then I called my mother: "Listen, drop your sanatorium.
Come back home , otherwise I do not know what's going to happen here without you ... "And she came.
... Dad, before going on a visit to my mother's friends, still always ate at home, because nowhere else could he. And she, in addition to cooking deliciously, she also did it very cleanly. Here is one of her specialties - stuffed fish. There you need carrots, beets, onions, you have to mess with the fish for a long time ... I saw how other housewives do it, - in the process of cooking, a lot of cleaning and dirt! And my Mamuli had everything as if by magic - there were the same clean bowls with workpieces on the table, no foreign smells. I thought that's the only way it should be!
Once, many years ago, when my mother was still alive, and we lived in a city apartment, Igor Krutoy called us from a pay phone on the street, he was with Igor Nikolaev and Natasha Koroleva. He says: "Listen, we're here, can we come in for a minute? The hungry are scared ... "-" Well, come on, of course! "
At home nothing was prepared. I'm telling the second wife of Alexander Buinov: "We need to feed the children quickly." And they did not have time to get up - everything was already ready for her. Nikolaev then told Natasha: "Study how you can cover the table in fifteen minutes." And my mother had such a law: in the refrigerator, food should always be stored, from which it can be quickly cooked. Plus in our house there were always some delicacies. The table instantly turned out very tasty.
... Mom was obsessed with cleanliness. If there was no cleaning in the house, she would walk around the rooms and exclaim: "We all go on moss! We are overgrown with mud. " She had many suggestions about the purity that I remembered for life. "We must clean clean, and then the husband will be bald ..." I was surprised: "Mom, why bald? What is the connection? "To which she answered calmly:" Because a normal peasant does not like dirty things. " In my youth, I shook it all off, did not understand why spend so much time cleaning, when you can go for a walk, have fun. But in my subcortex, everything was put off. And over the years I became the same as my mother: everything in my house should shine. But since the house is big, the servants are cleaning. And here scandals are constantly arising - clean, as it should be, as my mother did and as I can, almost no one can. Therefore, assistants often change.
- Alena, did you go to the parents' footsteps and entered the medical school? ..
- Yes, I wanted just like my mother, to become a doctor-cosmetologist. But when I met Buinov, I had to quit my job. About what I do not regret at all.
I already worked at the Institute of Beauty. And everything was fine. Nothing foreshadowed that my life would soon change abruptly.
Besides, I was married. My first husband loved me madly. He was also a doctor. We met before entering medical school: we went to take lessons in biology and chemistry for one teacher.
I married for one reason: I wanted to be free. My parents were very strict, they took my soul out of me. I had to come home when it was supposed to and report where I was. At some point, I was so tired from this that I decided: I'll marry.
I was seventeen then ...
We lived with Yasha for seven years. And he did not let me go. Pulled back. I then left, then came back. All these years it was like this. I left - he followed me to another city. It was such passions ... More precisely, he had passions. And I just wanted to leave.
And one day she left, taking with her only what was on me.
The last thing my husband did was leave a letter and a key to the apartment in the mailbox. Wrote that I can return at any time, he will wait for me.
But I did not return because I never loved him. I Buinov then said: "It's terrible, if you do not stop loving me, but if I stop loving you." Then nothing will be done with me. I knew this from the experience of my life with Yasha.
I've even carefully avoided intimacy with him, inventing occasions with him not to sleep. I invited a full house of girlfriends - if only we had someone. My husband then married a girl who was outwardly - my copy. He said: "If you still had brains like Alena, you would not have had the price ..."
But after parting with Yasha, I very quickly got married again. This time the offer was made to me by the jeweler, the grandson of the composer Modest Tabachnikov, who wrote "Let's light, comrade, one by one."
With the groom we were two pair of boots - both egoists are terrible. I think I would give him a hundred points ahead. Beautiful, fans - more than enough. Bounces never knew. I always got everything easily, as soon as I stretched my hand. In general, that's a girl. But until the end my character was known only by my mother.
Tabachnikov categorically did not like her. Mom understood - we will not have life with him. But she did not interfere, she knew my character - I will definitely do everything in defiance. In addition, I cried: "I love!" - and it was useless to argue here. And I really fell in love. For three days, three weeks, three months ... The men succeeded each other. I, like George Sand, were looking for the only one who would satisfy my restless inner state, put out the fire inside. True, George Sand did not find his man ... And I was lucky.
Then, when I came to my mother and said: "Madly love Buinova," she replied: "You, except yourself, do not love anyone." However, Buinov is another case. And time proved it ...
But Buinov was still far away. In the meantime, Tabachnikov and I submitted documents to the registry office. And then my mother suggested that we live together - she agreed with a friend that she would let us into her apartment. My wisest mother ...
Tabachnikov was going to Odessa - for dowry and gifts. And before that we had time to live together for several days in the same apartment that our mother's friend gave us. And I absolutely understood: I will not marry him. That is, he goes to Odessa, and I already know that we will not have anything ...
And here he is, happy, returning from Odessa - he brought me a car as a gift, and I say: "You know, I changed my mind ..." He clutched his head: "Are you crazy? What will I tell my parents? Everything is ready! "And I answer:" Nothing, everything in life happens ... "-" Let's at least get married, and then we'll see! "" It's not worth it, "I say," it's time to lose ... "
The news that we broke up, all my friends were very happy. They wanted me to reconcile with Yasha, but for one reason only: he was a very rich man. To me all ears have buzzed, that the normal woman from such muzhik does not refuse. And he really had a lot of wealth: diamonds the size of a walnut were kept in boxes from under the shoes ... But I though diamonds, though all the gold of the world ... If I do not like, then next to the person I can not be. My whole being rejects him.
And then came the new year of 1985. The mood of the second wife of Alexander Buinov - worse than ever. And the phone is torn - the friend, the director of "Merry guys", calls on January 1 for a concert in "Luzhniki" - his ensemble performs. And friends pull, everyone dreams of our reunion with Yasha.
I did not want to go to the concert - I generally had no idea who such "Jolly Fellows". I knew Alla Pugacheva. And so I listened to Hotel California ...
In general, and "Luzhniki", and friends - everything was uninteresting.
And then my mother says: "You behave ugly. As if showing off to someone. Go to the concert at least ... "Well, there's nothing to be done, barely lifted herself from the couch and went.
And in the "Luzhniki" what was happening! Pandemonium! I was just stunned. Could not imagine that the "Merry" such a rabid popularity.
Director of "Merry guys" met me at the service entrance, led me inside, into the locker room. He says: "You can leave things here ..." I went in, glanced at the musicians and thought to myself: "Some kind of vocational school ..." I took off my outer clothes, went out into the corridor - and the forehead collided with Buinov. And for me, who hated the world a second ago, everything changed. I swear! I saw his eyes, sparkling, crazy, curly head, a dazzling white tooth smile ... And then he says: "If I knew that today I would meet my beloved woman, I would shave ..." All. Already at that moment he could do with me whatever he wanted. Because I was lost completely.
But, unfortunately, I'm such an impression on him, but I did not make an impression. And he has not fallen in love with me yet. It's just that his phrase has escaped ...
At the concert, I went with the director's wife "Merry guys." Finally, musicians appeared on stage. But I do not see Buynov! I ask, where is he? They say to me: "Yes, behind the keys is ..." I looked at him without stopping and thought: "Well, that's all. The end of the world ... "I tell my companion:" Can not we do that after the concert we go somewhere together with Buinov? "She replies:" Have you sunk into Buinova? Forget! He has a wife and a child. " I shrugged my shoulders: "Yes, I do not pretend to anything. I just want to see him again ... "I really should have just happened to be with him.
Well, we decided to go to the director of "Merry guys" home after the concert. Buinov accepted the invitation. I came by car. Well, he sat down with me.
And now I'm going, but I do not see the road - because I'm dying of happiness. I just lost my mind ... Finally we reached the place. It turned out that we were at the table opposite each other. And I spent the whole evening looking at him. And he - at me. We, silently, smiled at each other, taking no part in the general conversation. Then Buinov said: "Well, it's time for me ..." I ask: "Can I get you a lift?" - "Come on ..."
And here we are again together in the car. I want only one thing: that we now leave somewhere, even to the end of the world, together. And he says that he needs to go home ...
Naturally, I took him home. He took my phone goodbye and promised: "I'll call ..."
From this moment I waited every second: now he will call, right now. So two weeks passed ... I just got dizzy in my head. I did not live all this time - I lost weight, I could not do anything, nothing to think about. For the first time in my life, a man did not call back immediately ... Before this, the calls followed immediately, only I did not have time to meet ... And in the case of Buinov everything happened the other way around.
But, as it turned out, "Merry guys" just went on tour. And at the moment when it seemed to me that the expectation had become eternal and my mind was ready to burst into pieces, a bell rang. I, in my opinion, jumped to the ceiling, the voice broke. Another would call in two weeks - I would have forgotten his name. And then she remembered everything ... And did not hide that she was very happy to hear him.
Met on the same day. But they did not go to bed only two weeks later. Restrained manners Buynova suggested to me that he, perhaps, is impotent. But it did not matter. Even if this is so, I would still be happy only because I am next to him, that we can talk. And we always had topics for conversation. I immediately found it very interesting with him ...
In Buinove generally liked everything: how he says, how he walks, what he is wearing ... Although he was dressed simply.
I had a cloud of reason, which does not go to this day. For twenty-four years already ...
Goethe wrote: "Loyalty in love is a genius in love." When I read it, I thought: to be true, when you are forced, when there is some pressure and you have to resist, - probably this is genius. And what word to determine the state when no one forces you, but you keep your faithfulness?
... We have a completely crazy novel with Buinov. We met every day ... I needed his presence twenty-four hours a day. I remember when he was on tour, I dialed a full bath of water and washed his shirt. One shirt ... Some socks ... For hours. I got a tremendous pleasure from this. He still remembers: "You probably loved me then, because you have not done this twenty years ..."
And the day he came back, I ran to the market at seven in the morning to buy all the most-most that he likes - cottage cheese, honey, walnuts ...
A lot of money was spoken over the inter-city! Could spend time in the middle of the wire ...
- But Alexander was married, his daughter was growing ...
"But I did not intend to marry him!" I just fell in love. And she did not even think how it would end. I never stated to the conditions: "If you do not leave your wife, I will not meet with you." Everything went as it went. And in one day the situation itself was resolved ...
At home, he said that he was on tour, and he stayed with me.
But he and his wife were not tied up by those strings that keep the person in the family. They were not created for each other ...
They had an accidental romance during Sasha's tour in Sochi. They were close one night. Then he left ... A few months later she found it and said that she was expecting a baby. The wedding was on the ninth month ...
In my deep conviction, to marry without loving, only for reasons of decency - is wrong. Because time will pass - and from this person all the same you will leave. And he will be doubly sick. They had a daughter. But a marriage in which there is no love, nothing can save. Even a child who says: "Daddy, do not go away ..."
When all the interior strives for another person, when all your thoughts are there - what can I do? But Buinov suffered for a long time. He left his wife when his daughter was thirteen. She called me, screamed, threatened ... But from a teenager, what is the demand? I understood perfectly well: she hates me because she thinks that I took my father away from my mother. She did not know that to lead a man when he does not want is impossible ...
... I well remember the day when a turning point came. We drove by car. I suddenly stopped and said: "Listen, maybe we need to leave ... Yes, we love each other, strive for each other, but you are not free, and I will not tear you apart ... Get out of the car .. . "
I told this to Buynov quite clearly. For him my words sounded like a bolt from the blue ... He left. I immediately burst into tears. Sharply jerked from the spot and drove, where the eyes look. And when I was already far away, suddenly I thought: what have I done? I hit the brakes, turned around - and in the opposite direction ...
I approached - and Buinov as I stood in the place where I left it, it's worth it ... I then asked him: "Why did you stand?" - "Because I realized that I will not see you again ..."
After that, he left home. Every person has a moment when they have to make a choice. These are fractions of a second, which really solve everything. And Buinov stayed with me ...
Sasha had exactly the same choice situation before me, and then he stayed in the family ... He had an affair with the soloist of "Jolly Fellows". Long touring romance. And at some point she said to him: "Or you stay with me, or with your wife ..." And he went to collect things. But there's a daughter in tears: "Dad, you will not leave us ..." And to that girl, he never returned. The strength was not enough.
And to me on a rented apartment came without things, what was. Said: "I will not leave ..." - "Have you decided exactly?" - "Yes ..."
"And how did your mother accept you?"
- Watch out. She saw that I was a girl with a difficult character, like her son. Once, she burst out: "Lord, can you really handle it?" But even after twenty-four years I can not say whether I coped with Buinov. We just learned to understand each other. This is much more important than coping with each other. And now I can deduce the formula, what is love: this is when after the biggest quarrel there is no sediment left. When you do not wear it in yourself. When, after the biggest storm, he touches your hair - and you understand what kind of happiness ...