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- Love, what do you think, if Zhenya Belousov lived today, was an aspiring singer and got into, say, the “Star Factory”, could he become an idol of today’s youth?

I don’t know... Maybe I could have... But then the heart of Zhenya Belousov’s project was precisely our union. So, if we had produced “Factory” with his participation, I would have been able to do it for sure!

- What kind of book are you writing? Will it be entirely dedicated to Zhenya Belousov? When do you plan to finish it and publish it?

I'm 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, naturally... 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 caught up in some other things and projects: there was little time and emotional strength left for the book. So now I cannot say when I will finish the book... I will try to finish work on the manuscript as soon as possible.

- With what good poems different from bad ones? Apart from the obvious, extreme examples. By what criteria can you evaluate your creativity?

For no reason. Creativity is subjective. I evaluate it this way: if poetry gives me goosebumps, it means 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 brought me to tears is “Once Upon a Time in America”...

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- Lyubov, you are friends with many women, including famous ones (Maria Arbatova). Do you believe in female friendship, free from envy, gossip, and rivalry? How do you think, real friendship is it possible only between “equals” (people of the same social status with approximately the same financial situation)?

Actually, I don’t really believe in female friendship. Almost all my friends betrayed me in my youth... As they say, “women’s friendship lasts until the first man”... But Masha and I have 30 years of acquaintance behind us. And we are both strong women... And it so happens that we are both not envious and do not like to gossip. That’s why we never quarreled, probably... Well, social status, education and all that are very important, I think... Because it’s better to be friends without envy, on equal terms.

- Comparing yourself with Maria, in your LiveJournal you wrote that you would never go into politics. Why?

Because personally, this activity is not interesting to me.

- There is an opinion that successful woman There is always a man standing there who helps her and supports her. There is also another, more famous, wisdom: behind every great man there is great woman. At the same time, in one of your interviews you say that loneliness is a companion successful person. What is still closer to the truth?

How many people, so many opinions. Anything can happen in life... But most great men definitely had great wives, yes... But for some reason, great women were rarely supported by their husbands. 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 didn't live in the States for very long. I wanted to stay there, but ex-husband I was homesick for Russia... About my next life... Yes, I would probably be born again in Russia... It’s interesting to live here.

- Why " The Iron Lady show business" suddenly decided to make contact with a huge number strangers? I mean LJ (livejournal.com).

In general, people are interesting to me. Communication is energy exchange, mutual enrichment. A year and a half ago I left Moscow for the country. I live in the forest, rarely communicate with people in real life now... That’s probably why I really value communication with people on LiveJournal...

- Lyubov, you are a famous cook, creator cooking show“Cold Ten”... Do your family have any culinary traditions associated with celebrating the New Year and Christmas? What will definitely be present on your table during the upcoming holidays?

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 puff pastry. IN Lately By the way, I used store-bought several times puff pastry, rolled out in a thin layer. I cook this pie in a deep pan. It turns out amazing! Because it's all in the filling. I do it like this: Pour boiling water over chopped cabbage and boil for 10 minutes over high heat, then drain it in a colander, add a lot of fried cabbage vegetable oil before Pink colour onions, greens (dill or parsley or both), 3-4 finely chopped hard-boiled eggs, butter 100 grams – while the cabbage is hot, salt. Cover the top of the pie with a layer of grated cheese, and then pour in a mixture of 2 beaten eggs and 2 tablespoons of sour cream. Well, pop it in the oven, and that’s it!

- Please tell us about the most memorable New Year's Eve meeting in your life. And how do you plan to celebrate the New Year 2008?

One day we celebrated New Year from 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 tree... And all Yura’s dogs and cats danced with us... He was cool New Year! And this year we will celebrate the holiday in our country house. Guests will arrive and all that... Of course, I will cook... We already have illumination hanging on the gazebo in the yard. Soon I’ll start decorating the house... 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 any time soon...

- Love, let's end 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, I reach out

To the riches of the New Year tree:

Now, immediately, today

Try it! And tomorrow let

They scold you and deprive you of fun,

And in the corridor in a dark corner

They will also put up rag dolls

In the closet they are executed by oblivion -

That will be tomorrow!

I timidly bend the branches

And I freeze with delight,

And the door turns white in the darkness...

Behind this door is my mother's laughter,

Father's newspaper crunches,

There is tart tea, there is a festival of light

And the tablecloth is new, like snow...

And the heart is like a squirrel in a wheel -

The top of the tree is blazing!

And now the hand is already taking off

All the "bears" and all the nuts...

Everything is covered in chocolate: hands, mouth...

And I fall asleep in bliss

And for some reason I know for sure

That Santa Claus is about to come in.

1983, from my second book of poems, “Dictionary of Love.”

LYUBOV VOROPAYEVA

Poems from the book “Dictionary of Love”

LIFE WAS JOKING, BUT STILL WHITE:
I WROTE LETTERS BY HAND...
MY RIVER WAS FULL,
NOT LEAKED INTO DRAFT DRAFTS.

I DON'T REMEMBER A SINGLE CASE
SO THAT IT IS FULL, SO THAT IT IS A THIRD...
... OH, THIS IS GENEIC, DREAM:
FALL IN LOVE TO DEATH AND BURN!

ONE DAY I MISSED A DOLL...
THEY WERE LOOKING FOR HER, BUT SHE STAYED
LYING IN THE AUTUMN PARK ON A BENCH.
HER OTHER CHILDREN PICKED UP.

ONE DAY MY CHILDHOOD LOST.
IT PROBABLY WAS THIS DOLL
AND SO IT STAYED IN THE PARK ON A BENCH.
HIS OTHER CHILDREN PICKED UP.

AH, NOTHING! WHY ABOUT THIS DOLL?
YES THE POINT IS THAT I LOVE HER
AND SO ONE DAY I FORGOT HER,
ACCIDENTALLY LEAVING ON A BENCH IN THE PARK...
I FORGOT HER AND STILL REMEMBER HER.

TO ME YOUR SPEECHES ARE EXTREME -
WHAT IS A BURRON IN THE MEADOW...
I USED TO BELIEVES IN SINCERENESS,
NOW I CAN'T.

I USED TO RUNN AROUND THE YARD,
PLAYING WORDS...
TODAY I'M WALKING AROUND THE WORLD,
BARELY ALIVE.

TWO DAWNS

THE WIPERS WERE CLEARING THE SNOW.
THE LANTERN HORSESHOE CRASHED.
AS A GIRL I LOVED EVERYONE
JOYY AND AWKWARD.

THE WIPERS ARE KILLING THE SNOW.
THE LANTERN'S HORSESHOE IS CRACKED.
I LOVE ONE OF ALL
IT'S SAD AND AWKWARD.

LET A HUNDRED WOMEN FOLLOW YOU
AND THE HYMNS OF LOVE SING!
LET THE BURDEN OF DESTINY BE borne for you
AND THE HYMNS OF LOVE SING!

LET A HUNDRED WOMEN FOLLOW YOU,
THEY FOLLOW YOU ALL THEIR LIFE!
LET HUNDRED WOMEN DIE FOR YOU.
A HUNDRED WOMEN - IN ME ALONE.

A CHILD WALKS UNDER AN UMBRELLA
AND TALKS ABOUT ICE CREAM,
AND THE RAIN FLYS AND JOYS,
AND THE WORLD IS FILLED WITH MISCHIEF.

A CHILD WALKS UNDER AN UMBRELLA,
THE CHILD LAUGHS SILVER:
HE CAN'T SUCCESS
SEE THE HOUSE FROM UNDER THE UMBRELLA.

A CHILD WALKS UNDER AN UMBRELLA,
MY CURLY LIKE,
MY Merry Tombstone
FROM WARM BLOOD WITH MILK.

A CHILD WALKS UNDER AN UMBRELLA,
AND I AM WALKING IN THE RAIN...

“KNOW, SON, THAT THE WORLD IS CRUEL.
THERE ARE NO FREE SEATS ANYWHERE.
EVERY CRICKET IS ON ITS OWN SIXTH.
EVERY COCK IS ON HIS PERCH”

THE SON ROVES HIS HEAD,
METER NINETY FIVE:
“HOW TO FIND OUT WHICH IS YOURS?”
... MY GOD, HOW DO YOU KNOW?!

I LOST ALL THE WORDS I WANTED TO SAY.
THOUGHTS RACED ACROSS AND AGAINST.
THE BODY ASCENDED TO THE THRONE AS AN IMPOSTER.
AH, HOW SHORT IS YOUR LIFE, IMPOSTER THIEF!

IN THE meantime, GIVE AWAY YACHONTS AND GOLD,
Drink from the royal ladle of mash,
SO THAT THE RAGE OF THE BLIND WHEN REWARD COMES,
WITHOUT REGRETING ANYTHING, JUMP OUT OF THE WINDOW.

BLEEDING THE SOLES ON THE ICE,
EVERYTHING WAS LIKE A FURIOUS SQUARL.
“YOU ARE DEAR TO ME,” she SCREAMED TILL WHEEZE.
ONLY HE DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING.

TWISTED WITH A GRAPEVINE,
THE RIPE JUICE DRAINED DOWN THE PLOT.
“YOU ARE DEAR TO ME,” WHISPERED SLEEPSLESSLY.
ONLY HE DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING.

ON A LIFELESS ZINC SLOPE
THEY STRIPPED HER NAKED.
HE SAID, “REMOVE YOUR PALM.
THIS WOMAN IS DEAR TO ME.”

CONSTELLATION OF APPLES

WHERE TO GO? BEHIND THESE? BEHIND THEM?
IT IS HARDER TO KNOW YOURSELF THAN TO LIE...
SHOULD I SPLASH IN A CROWDED SHALLOW GROUND?
SHOULD I GO DOWN WITH A LAMP INTO THE RAVIGE?

EVERYTHING IS CROSSED, AND AT SIDE, AND ON SIDEWAY...
AND - STOP THINKING ABOUT THE CRAFT!
SEPTEMBER EXHAUSTED THE CONSTELLATION OF APPLES.
AND MY PAIN IS IN THE SINGULAR.

FRIENDS LEAVE. WHO - TO OTHERS. WHO - TO THE GRAVE.
A TEAR DOESN'T BECOME ME. FACE - HAM.
FRIENDS, I HAVE THROUGH YOU
AND I'M DAMBLING AS A HEAVY DROP AT THE BOTTOM
SEPARATIONS.
AND YOU WILL NOT RETURN TO ME.

I'M EMPTY WITHOUT YOU. IT'S IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME WITHOUT YOU.
I TRADE YOU FOR THE SMELL OF HOUSING.
THE SIGN OF FRIENDSHIP WILL GLOW FOR A MOMENT, LIKE A KNIFE, BUT
IT WILL GET STIRED IN THE OVERGROWN LAWNS...
YOU WILL NOT COME BACK TO ME AGAIN, FRIENDS.

I WILL NOT SIGNAL TO YOU FROM THE CAPE WITH A SEAGULL-SHIELD,
LET THE WATER COME TO YOUR KNEES...
I'M TOO FULL COMMON SENSE,
SO THAT EVEN IN MEANING YOU WILL NOT BURN FROM SHAME.
...AND YOU WILL NEVER COME BACK TO ME...
* * *

BREATH OF LIFE IN THE GOLDEN THOTET
THE VOLATIC YEARS BECOMING SMARTER.
I LOOK INTO MYSELF MORE OFTEN,
THAN IN THE MIRROR... I CAN HEAR THE MUSIC BETTER.

THE BITTER SPIRIT OF A MOWED MEADOW
I HIT THE NONSRILS, BUT THE FEAR WAS GONE.
ONLY TO SAVE YOU FROM Idle Leisure
AND FROM THE SNAKE TENDERNESS OF FRIENDS.

GOODBYE, YOUTH! YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL IF
I'M DRIVING YOU AWAY BEFORE YOUR TIME...
BUT AUTUMN HAS THE RIGHT TO BE ON THE REGISTER
I CAN'T COMPARE WITH ANYTHING IN BEAUTY.

I WAS YOUNG AND ANGRY...
ALL DOUBTS ARE CUT OFF THE SHOULDER,
COMPLEX WORLD BY SPARK KNOWING
YOUR BATTLE SWORD.

THE WORLD WAS FULL OF MYSTERIES AND PAIN,
POURED A COLORLESS SPEECH INTO MY LARRYN...
AM I DECREASING IN VALUE, OR WHAT?! -
THE SWORD BECOMES UNLIFTABLE.

EVERY EVENING I CUT CLOTHES,
WITHOUT A MATTER, BUT BY EYE:
THEN I WILL CUT MY HOPE OFF,
THEN OUT OF PAIN I WILL PULL UP THE BELT.

THERE ARE NO CLOTHES, MY GOD,
SO - WHACK! - AND FOR ALL TIMES!

YOU CUT THEM OUT LIFE ITSELF,
AND THERE IS NO STRONGER CANVAS!

I DREAMED THAT THE TRUTH WAS LIGHT.
IT TURNS OUT THAT THE TRUTH IS SCARY.
I AM SO SMALL IN FRONT OF HER,
AND SHE PRESSED ME.

HAZED WITH A CONCRETE PLATE,
LIKE AN ARROW, AN EXCLAMATION MARK:
- IF YOU CAN NOT SING, THEN DON’T SING,
IF YOU CAN'T, TRY THIS!

I WHEELED AND WRITTLED EVIL,
SILK IS IN RAGS, AND NAILS ARE IN THE GROUND...
BUT THE SMILE WAS LIGHT
ACCORDING TO MY FRACTURED CHEEKNOON.

THE SHAGY FLAME HAS BURNED OUT,
THREATENING A VIOLENT OVERNIGHT.
OLD PEOPLE JOKED US
AND THEY WENT AWAY WITH AN AX AND ROPE.

THERE IS VERY SMALL WOOD LEFT,
AND THE WOLVES HOWLED THE WINDS.
WE DID NOT SLEEP THAT NIGHT. WE THOUGHT -
WE WILL BARELY REACH IT UNTIL DAWN.

THAT'S ALL... THE LOGS HAVE BLACKENED,
THE BRUSHLESS SCREWED INTO GRAY ASH...
...BUT WE ARE A LIVING GENERATION,
DESPITE THE INFANT AGE!..

AND IT’S NOT IN vain THAT WE SUDDENLY HAPPENED THIS:
EVIL TEARS SWALLOWED WITH FEAR
AND CHATTER YOUR TEETH UNTIL DAWN,
CUZING EACH OTHER TIGHTLY.
* * *

MY PERSONAL ACCOUNT, ACCORDING TO THE RULES OF ADDITION,
INCREASES THE PAIN OF SAVINGS,
AND I AM NOT THE SAME, BELIEVE ME, NOT ANYMORE
THE SAME JUST AS IT WAS A DAY AGO...

WITH A PLUS SIGN I ACCEPT EVERY MINUS,
DOESN'T IT ALL BE THE EQUAL - WHAT IS COSINE AND WHAT IS SINE?!
TO THE HYPOTENUSE OF ETERNITY THEY ARE US
AT SOME POINT THEY WILL STILL BE NAILED.

MY PERSONAL ACCOUNT HAS BEEN OPENED FOR A LONG TIME...
I ENTER THE DAY AS AS IF IT WAS IN THE MORNING, THERE,
WHERE THE NIGHT WALKS THROUGH THE GLOSKY SQUARES
OF MY SOUL, LAUNCHED IN EVERYTHING...

AND THE GRAY STRANDS HAVE ALREADY CRAPPED ONTO THE TEMPLE,
SCOUTS FROM A THIN NOTEBOOK,
FOR WHICH I DO NOT SLEEP AT NIGHTS FOR,
I SWEAR ON THE COFFEE BITTERNESS IN YOUR MOUTH!

TATYANA BEK

OVEN POEMS - NOT RUSH PANCAKES OVEN...
THE SPIRIT pierces, AND THE SMELL HOVERS.
THE DAMN WILL BURN - HUSBAND WILL FORGIVE,
AND MOTHER SPEECH
WILL NOT FORGIVE IF SOMETHING IS MISSING...

ONLY - PAIN, ONLY - SALT...
NOT FROM THE CEILING
IT WILL BE LIKE A CURSE FLY.
ANY FLOUR WILL WORK FOR PANCAKES,
FOR POEMS - ONLY BLACK FLOUR.

FOR SOMETHING I SWEAR ON MY FATE
IT'S STILL EASIER THAN FIGHTING HER...
MORE OFTEN YOU ARE PUSHING TO FALL AND DISASTER,
MORE OFTEN YOU TEND TO HUMILIATE...

ACCEPT MY CHALLENGE, DESTINY
WHITE HAND OPENING VEINS!
I DO NOT SORRY FOR A BEAUTIFUL FOREHEAD,
TO BREAK AGAINST THE WALLS.

NIGHT COMES. THE GROVE OF THOUGHTS IS THINKING.
AND AGAIN THE FORMER CREEPS IN SHARDS
NOT AT ALL AS I WANT TO REMEMBER,
A - DAMN IT! - ABSOLUTELY THE OPPOSITE.

IT SEEMED: I WALKED THROUGH LIFE LIKE ON A CLOUD,
HANGED - ALL - AT THE TIP OF A PEN...
AH, DON'T WALK WITH ME, WINE,
AH, DON'T DELIVER YOUR PEACE UNTIL THE MORNING!..

BUT - NO, SOOKY GIRL!
LEAD ME WHERE - ON DRY land, WHERE - BY SWIM,
TO THE REBEL EDGE, WHERE CLOUDS ARE INSTEAD OF THE MONTH,
AND INSTEAD OF DREAMS - A TALENTED REALITY.

You don’t have to ask Lyubov Voropaeva how many years she has been in show business, because it was thanks to her that this very business appeared in our country. Despite the fact that many changes have occurred in Russia since then, the poetess and producer in one person is still in great demand. However, first things first.

-During the times of socialism, the word “show business” was a dirty word and was used exclusively in relation to Americans. At that time we had Soviet stage And Soviet songs. And my late husband Viktor Dorokhin and I became pioneers in the USSR. It was we in show business who created the first production project - Zhenya Belousova - and did it in accordance with Western canons. We created this project in front of the whole country. Literally breathing down our necks, Igor Krutoy and Sasha Serov came after us.

– What about the example of the group “Tender May”?

– This group was more a social phenomenon than a musical one. She began to develop into a show business phenomenon only after the appearance of Zhenya Belousov.

– What difficulties did you encounter at the beginning of your production career?

– With everything you could imagine: from accusations that everything we did was complete vulgarity, to racketeering. But the times were interesting and even funny; it was possible to make a film in the spirit of “Once Upon a Time in America.”

We literally took a girl from the street and met her when she was finishing school. We trained her, improved the well-being of her family - without going into details, I will say that the situation there was very difficult. But the project ended disastrously, because at that moment the girl was rapidly going through puberty

– Unfortunately, I write very slowly. I started writing when my husband was very ill, and then he died. These memories hold me by the throat so much that, having started to actively write some time ago, I realized that it was causing me a lot of pain, and I paused.

– What is this show business like now? It seems to me that it has become somehow cliched and formal.

- Against. People who are actively involved in this field of activity call themselves show businessmen with a degree of pride. Now he has become more professional compared to when we started. In those years, the country was closed, and Victor and I were incredibly lucky to have an American friend, he worked at the American embassy. Especially for us, he subscribed to all music publications and constantly brought us all MTV releases on cassettes. We were very informed people. And Victor was one of the first musicians who learned to work on a computer. In our house there were real universities and educational programs. Tukhmanov and Garanyan came to us to study with my husband, many people constantly called with questions, and Victor advised everyone. We were just lucky we had access to information.

– Why did you move from Moscow to the countryside?

- I'm very tired. Until 2009, for 13 years, I did a lot of club events, also becoming one of the founders of the event industry in Russia, produced shows, and constantly lived the Moscow nightlife. These parties greatly undermined my health and even my creative state. When you produce five or six original programs a month, you work your ass off. My nerves began to fail. Life turned into rest days between shows. And I bought myself Vacation home. This allowed me to calm down, look at my life differently and change it. I joined the online community, immediately opened my blog on LiveJournal and began writing a book. Now the rhythm of my life has changed. Although everything can happen again if I meet people with sparkling eyes. Only with such people, with talented like-minded people, could I work. If I meet such people, I will return to the event industry without hesitation. I don't rule it out.

On this topic

– But money won’t be able to bring you back to this activity?

“Money doesn’t turn me on; I’ve long known the value of both myself and my business in this life.” I treat them normally, but I don’t put earnings first.

I am a creative person, the first place for me is the implementation of my creative ideas, and I am happy only when they come true.

– Why did you work only with men? Zhenya Belousov, Herr Anton, Andrey Vertuzaev with the group “Kartush”...

– Viktor Dorokhin and I once had a wonderful project “Barbie”. But this experience turned out to be bitter for me. , and we could not keep her from the vicissitudes of life. And when she was two and a half hours late for her solo concert the most fashionable in those years night club"Carousel" on Tverskaya, we terminated the contract with her. There were few nightclubs at that time, and people gathered specifically for it; all the places were sold out. And our girl came straight from her bed, all disheveled, and she had to go on stage and work for two hours... After she sang the entire program with grief, Victor and I took her home and told her that our contract was no longer there. That's it... Working with girls goes fruitfully until the first man. Whoever loves the girl dances. That's why I don't like working with girls. I prefer cooperation with men. Although, if singers approach us with my new permanent collaborator - composer and music producer Nikolai Arkhipov - with a request to write a song, we do not refuse, another thing is that I will never take on a women's project. Although there were a lot of offers. I don’t want to waste my nerves on other people’s sexual instincts.

– At the very beginning of your production activities, there was romance in your songs, just remember the song “My Blue-Eyed Girl,” but now other themes, more cynical, are coming to the fore. Does romance really remain only retro?

– It all depends on the performer you work with. Nikolai Arkhipov and I are still writing wonderful lyrical songs for the most subtle lyricist Leusz Lubitsch, and our joint song with him “I am alone, you are alone” even aroused the admiration of Didier Marouani, the founder of legendary group“Space”, who unexpectedly suddenly left me the warmest comments on this song, which I posted on my LiveJournal, and even sent me a letter with an offer to work on the Russian texts of his works. If you mean the project “A Lonely Man” by Herr Anton, a Russian artist from Hamburg, then I can say that Lyubov Voropaeva is not new to ironic poetry. Back in the 80s, in the “Ironic poetry of the 12 Chairs Club” column in the “Literary Gazette” there was a regular author - Lyubov Voropaeva, and this author wrote a huge number of ironic and humorous poems. Recently, one person asked me: “Love, you write such wonderful lyrical poems, where did you get “Lonely Man” from? How so?" And I answered him: “Do you know all the works of the author Lyubov Voropaeva? I also work with three rock bands that play in the styles of new alternative and new punk. So Lyubov Voropaeva calmly writes punk lyrics, sometimes even using obscenities!” "How! – he was horrified. - Can't be!" - “Go to the Yandex search on the Internet, find the groups “Stinger”, “Reactor” or “Bryzgi”, listen to the songs, read the lyrics. And understand that Lyubov Voropaeva is a multifaceted person. And in the same project “Herr Anton”, of course, there is an element of punk somewhere!”

– How did Anton come into your life?

- Through the Internet. In general, he knew my name and my projects for a very long time. He was associated with music and TV. I can't say anything more about this yet. Then he went to Germany and decided, by communicating with me via the Internet, to fulfill his old dream. He just tried to sing, and our first joint song“A Lonely Man” immediately became a hit, blowing up discos in Germany, Russia, and now Ukraine.

– Do you go to discos yourself?

- IN this moment, of course, I don’t go, but I constantly watch them on YouTube on the Internet. I really love it dance music and in the car I listen exclusively to dance radio stations. So I follow all the news happening in this musical direction, very carefully, collecting and analyzing all the information. In our tandem with Nikolai Arkhipov, who not only writes music, but also makes arrangements for all our songs and records them in our studio, also working as music producer, it turns out today, as I think, the musical product is very High Quality.

– Isn’t it a shame that songs are now called, like everything else in a consumer society, products?

– I spoke about the product as the result of labor. But it doesn’t offend me, because I am an Internet person, I live in the spirit of time and nothing breaks me in this time. My LJ blog has a huge number of young friends, 18-19 year old readers. This means that something attracts them to me, if they read me, write me letters, consult with me. Sometimes I even suggest where it is better for them to go, which institute, I give advice to someone in their personal life, they do not run to their parents, but to me. This means that they trust me and feel that I understand them, that we are contemporaries.

, producer, laureate of the “Song of the Year” television festival.

Biography

Creation

Books

Discography

Famous 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
• “The Man 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 Ermolin) - performed by Mikhail Boyarsky and the group “Zarok”
• "Love has your eyes"

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“Two women sat by the fire” - a wonderful song, performed by Roxana Babayan.

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Tomorrow, Lyubov Voropaeva, one of the most popular songwriters of the USSR and Russia, will celebrate her next anniversary. Together with her husband, composer Viktor Dorokhin, they once became the first music producers in the Union.

Taking Western methods of training and promoting artists as a basis, Lyubov Voropaeva and her husband helped the stars of Katya Semenova and Zhenya Belousov light up in the late eighties. It was their tandem that created such hits as Golden Domes, My Blue-Eyed Girl, Night Taxi, For a Minute, and Last Tango.

Over the next almost three decades, Lyubov Voropaeva wrote more than three hundred songs for Valery Leontyev, Igor Nadzhiev, Mikhail Shufutinsky, Irina Ponarovskaya, Arkady Ukupnik, Willy Tokarev and many other artists.

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After an English special school, Lyubov Voropaeva graduated from the Moscow Institute foreign languages named after Maurice Thorez. Her thesis translations of Keats's sonnets began. A logical continuation would have been the profession of a translator, but fate decreed otherwise.

When starting to write poetry, Lyubov Voropaeva did not think about songs. She was published in magazines " New world", "Youth" and was far from the lights of the stage. But one day Nikita Bogoslovsky’s son Andrei told Lyuba that writing poetry is easy, but writing songs is difficult. The fleeting conversation stuck in the poetess’s memory and bore rich fruit.

Nikolai Agutin became the “godfather” of Lyubov Voropaeva. He introduced her to the head of the VIA “Singing Hearts” Viktor Vekshtein. It was with this group that Voropaeva made her debut as a songwriter.

Several hundred songs, more than a thousand publications in periodicals, three collections of poetry - such a track record could be the envy of many modern Russian poets. The creative and family tandem with Viktor Dorokhin allowed the poetess’ other talents to reveal themselves - she became a producer, PR specialist, and educator of young talents.

Lyubov Voropaeva had a hard time with the death of Viktor Dorokhin, but found the strength and desire to move on. At one time, her husband introduced her to the young composer and arranger Nikolai Arkhipov (DJ Arhipoff).

Not everyone can pull twice happy ticket, but Voropaeva succeeded: the creative union grew into a romantic one, and then family relationships. For more than 13 years, the couple have been creating new hits together and implementing production projects. Among the performers for whom Voropaeva and Arkhipov wrote songs are Kirill Andreev, Zlata Bozhen, Sergey Dymov, Andrey Vertuzaev, Alexander Kvarta and other artists.

Their joint song “Pink Glasses,” performed by Alisa Mon, allowed the singer not only to return to the stage this year after a many-year break, but also to take the top lines of the charts.

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Lyubov Voropaeva and Alisa Mon

Recently, the poetess and producer showed herself in a new role: her book “VirtualYa” was published, in which poetry does not occupy the main place. Notes, reflections, aphorisms, and everyday sketches are collected under the original cover. Lyubov Voropaeva is extremely frank in the book and talks about what is usually kept silent:

“I wonder if pilots are afraid before the next takeoff? Do they have a feeling of fear? Personally, I’m afraid before every “takeoff”; I get a chill in my stomach before writing every new song text. It would seem that I have mastered all the aerobatics, more than 200 successful songs behind me, a sea of ​​hits, but no, I’m afraid, I’m always afraid.”

Lyubov Voropaeva’s keen eye, humor and apt wording are her “trademark” secrets that ensure a fascinating read.