Why did Catherine Rozhdestvenskaya get divorced? Ekaterina Rozhdestvenskaya - biography, information, personal life
Middle son 55-year-old journalist and photographer Ekaterina Rozhdestvenskaya and grandson famous poet Robert Rozhdestvensky got married today in Moscow. The mother herself wrote about the celebration on her microblog.
“Good wonderful autumn morning! Today is a wedding in our family!” - reported on her Twitter editor-in-chief magazine "7 days" Ekaterina Rozhdestvenskaya. Rozhdestvenskaya’s middle son, 23-year-old Dmitry Biryukov, got married. He is fond of karting and has defended his honor more than once publishing house in competitions in this sport. Dmitry's fiancee's name is Oksana.
And Catherine’s friend, the famous TV journalist Oksana Pushkina, posted photos of preparations for the wedding on her microblog.
Let us recall that Ekaterina Rozhdestvenskaya is married to Dmitry Biryukov, first deputy general. Director of the Gazprom-Media holding and President of the CJSC Publishing house"Seven days." The family has three sons: Alexey (born 1986) - musician, graduated Faculty of Economics; Dmitry (born 1989); Danila (born 2001).
Ekaterina Robertovna Rozhdestvenskaya. Born on July 17, 1957 in Moscow. Russian photographer, translator fiction from English and French, journalist, fashion designer.
The couple has three sons: Alexey (born 1986), Dmitry (born 1989) and Danila (born 2001).
The eldest son Alexey is a musician, leader of the rock band “F.P.S.”, graduated from the Faculty of Economics, is interested in e-sports, according to Ekaterina, he has a poetic gift from his grandfather: “When he was little, he wrote poetry well. Then it all went somewhere.” .
The middle son, Dmitry, is a professional karter and has repeatedly won various competitions.
Youngest son Danila draws well.
Filmography of Ekaterina Rozhdestvenskaya:
2006 - Carnival night-2, or 50 years later - episode
2008-2009 - Crown Russian Empire, or Elusive Again (documentary)
2012 - Secrets Soviet cinema. Elusive Avengers(documentary)
“The great reptile...” These words of Aleksandrov’s grandson about Lyubov Orlova made me feel uneasy. I immediately bought the entire archive without haggling Photo: Yu. Feklistov/7 days
Yankovsky
Each person’s arrival to the shoot is a separate story. It all starts with the hunt. Do you think it’s so easy to find a phone number and persuade a star to choose an hour to come through traffic jams to the studio on Leningradka? This work is dreary, round the clock, with reminders, alarm clocks and a phone in hand - you need to call exactly right time, then call back, then again and again. I asked my godmother Galya Korshunova to help me with this. She should have been good at it - friendly, witty, she not only easily negotiates with the stars, but also finds common language with their directors, which is often much more difficult.
Oleg Yankovsky and Alexandra Zakharova at a photo shoot with Ekaterina Rozhdestvenskaya Photo: D. Kruzhkov
“Hello, this is director Katya Rozhdestvenskaya,” Galya smiled at the phone, as if she were talking to the most dear person in the world. - Katya invites you to take part in the project “ Private collection" When would you like to give us some time?” At first, at these moments I was literally bursting with pride and surprise: I have a director, like a school or a theater. Director of Katya Rozhdestvenskaya! How does it sound!
Galya and I went to all the premieres, performances, shows, festivals, exhibitions, weddings and birthdays in the hope of meeting someone who, in my opinion, “was asking to be on canvas.” Of course, he didn’t ask for it himself, he would simply have reached the level where he doesn’t have to explain to the public who is in front of them and why he is famous.
The project began to gain momentum a little, and I wanted to film one of the “greats.” For example, Ryazanov, Gurchenko or Yankovsky, whom I loved very much. At one of the Lenkom premieres, where Oleg Ivanovich came, Galya and I decided: this is the right moment, you couldn’t imagine a better time, we must invite. At the beginning of the intermission, while everyone was clapping, Galya slipped out of the hall and began to guard the artist at the entrance to the backstage. Yankovsky came out, politely listened to my director and said sweetly with a smile: “Shame on you!” You’re an elderly woman, and you’re doing such nonsense...” And casting his trademark squinting glance at the stunned Galya, he sedately disappeared backstage.
Pebbles almost cried. “I understand that he may not be interested in this, that he has played everything in the world... But why do that? “An elderly woman”... I didn’t expect it from him, it’s a shame...”
Yankovsky politely listened to my director and said with a smile: “Shame on you! An elderly woman, you are doing such nonsense. . ." Photo: Yu. Samolygo/TASSWe could not come to our senses for a long time after such a rebuff. And it wasn’t even a matter of refusal: whether or not to agree to participate in the project is a personal matter for each artist. But such a discrepancy between the beautiful, intelligent shell and the rather simple and cynical content made me disappointed in the image romantic hero, which is how I always perceived Yankovsky. I worried for a long time: you have to be such a fool as to identify the image and real person! “Be kind, what are you, what are you, would you please...” - and here it is simple and clear: “Shame on you, elderly woman..." In general, there was a hero - and he swam away.
Nope. This was the first experience, the first lesson to try to perceive people as they are, and not to invent for them the desired image and character.
In 2001, we met again, but at his request - it was necessary to shoot him and Sasha Zakharova on the cover of the Caravan of Stories for the premiere of Shut Balakirev at Lenkom. The actors wore theatrical makeup and costumes and filmed them in the luxurious office of Mark Zakharov. Yankovsky greeted politely and said that he was very pleased. I felt the same way. He was silent throughout the filming and just puffed on his “Peter-Yankovsky” pipe. Apparently, this time Oleg Ivanovich was no longer ashamed to take part in my project.
Benign, size chicken egg. She probably squeezed the blood vessels, which is why the father lost consciousness. “She could have been growing for twenty years,” the doctor told us. “It’s just that now it has grown and began to put pressure on the brain.” My father's view changed. He became somewhat questioning. At any time of the day he was equally questioning. Deep and strange. Father stopped eating. I lost a lot of weight. From Paris, our friend Alex Moskovich sent special nutritional cocktails with different flavors - chocolate, vanilla, orange. For breakfast - one, for lunch - another, for dinner - a third. 200 grams each. That's all. Moscovitch suggested that we find the best neurosurgeon in Paris to operate on my father. And he promised to pay for this operation.
We were all so happy, as if half the work had already been done! We urgently began preparing documents. This “urgency” lasted for quite some time. long term. And my father was getting worse. We put him in the Central Clinical Hospital. He was tormented by monstrous headaches, and some strange cough began. And no one could establish its cause. He was exhausted, lay in intensive care, could not get up, and often fell into unconsciousness. People were dying nearby every day. This chamber was the direct route to the cemetery. Difficult diagnoses, severe smell. Almost everyone is unconscious. No future. I was sure: the sooner we took my father away from here, the longer he would live.
Finally, all the documents were ready, visas were received, tickets were purchased. They dressed the father in a knitted cap and coat and loaded him into the car. At the exit from the hospital, the ambulance stopped, they carried him out into the air - our whole family came to say goodbye to him.
Everyone grabbed his hands (his hands were very cold) and shed tears. We didn't believe that we would see him again.
The three of us - mom, dad and me - went to our saddest Paris. From Charles de Gaulle airport we were immediately taken to the hospital. For several hours, Rob was played on all possible devices. Surgery was delayed due to aspiration pneumonia. Long before leaving, he choked on semolina porridge. This mess got stuck in his lungs and caused inflammation. That's why he was coughing. They began to treat him. I remember how I carried him, emaciated, in my arms - my legs could no longer support him at all. With my father’s height of 185 cm, I easily lifted him and carried him - to the X-ray, from the X-ray... On the day of the operation, we were asked not to come to the hospital.
But of course we went and sat by the elevator next to the operating room. At the end of the sixth hour of waiting, my mother could no longer look at her favorite cigarettes, and I was already sick of the automatic coffee. But then our friend the doctor came out and said one single word: “OK.” What does it mean? What about the details? “Don’t worry, the reflexes are still there, come tomorrow evening and we’ll see.”
In the intensive care unit, two nurses in green sat next to Roba. They rushed to my mother and me as if we were family. “It's good that you came! We need to check how he executes commands! Ask him to squeeze your hand." We surrounded the bed on both sides. “Roba, can you hear us?” He immediately squeezed our hands... Several months passed after the first operation, we returned to Moscow. But there was no talk of any quick amendment that we were so counting on.
The famous Soviet poet Robert Rozhdestvensky was no longer around when his daughter Katya became a nationally known photographer. In the portraits of Ekaterina Rozhdestvenskaya - Russian singers, actors, athletes, politicians in the images of heroes of the past.
Over 16 years, Ekaterina created more than 2.5 thousand images. Three thousand stars Russian show business became her models. Four years ago, Rozhdestvenskaya became editor-in-chief of the Seven Days magazine, published a book and created a collection of designer scarves.
Ekaterina does not hide the fact that she owes her success to her husband, media tycoon Dmitry Biryukov. Their strong marriage already 41 years old. In her youth, a fortune teller prophesied three sons for Rozhdestvenskaya, and so it happened. The eldest Alexey is already 30 years old, the middle Dmitry is 27, and the youngest Danila is only 15; Ekaterina gave birth to him at 44 years old.
About the secret of long-term marriage, late childbirth and famous family Ekaterina Rozhdestvenskaya spoke in a frank interview.
You are an example for many women. Deciding to have a third child when you are approaching your fifth decade requires a lot of courage and strength. How were you not scared?
Ekaterina Rozhdestvenskaya: I really wanted a girl. I didn’t like the selection of clothes for boys in stores all over the world at all - everything was kind of gray, checkered, striped. I kept looking at the shelves where children's dresses hung, and I wanted them madly.
I wasn't scared. I didn’t feel like an old woman at all. Nowadays they call girls this way from the age of 23, so I didn’t care at all. It is very important to have inner confidence, and I had it.
How Ekaterina Rozhdestvenskaya almost lost her son, watch in the program “Oh, Mommies!” .
The first time you couldn't get pregnant for 10 years. Is that so?
E.R.: Yes, it was quite difficult. I don't even know why. Maybe I just wasn't mentally prepared. Sometimes you just need to relax and have fun, and not try to get pregnant. When I realized that I had to do exactly this, everything worked out right away. With the third child, of course, there was a long break. When I told my elders that we would have another baby, they took it as a joke.
This year marks 40 years of your marriage. This is very rare nowadays. What is the secret of such a strong relationship?
E.R.: There are no secrets. I observed the relationship between my parents; they lived together for 41 years. First of all, you need a lot of patience. A man cannot be broken and adjusted to suit himself; he must adapt himself. You need to remember that you are a couple, and you should not always be in charge. You need to be able to find some ways to make it good for both him and you.
Your husband once said, “More often than not family boat hits everyday life." When you had your first son, there were no good washing machines or diapers yet. How did you get through this time with your husband?
E.R.: My husband washed diapers. I remember he rubbed baby soap on a grater, then took out such a lump of gauze from the machine and spent three hours unraveling it. He was very economical then, he knew how to do everything, he supported everything. Leshka had complications after whooping cough, and his husband walked with him at night, calming him down.
You have been working for many years as a photographer in a publishing house run by your husband. Is it easy with such a boss?
E.R.: It's horrible. I can't say anything good about it. For example, I shoot someone for the cover, and then he looks and says that this last century, and the actress already looks bad. The discussion begins, and this is the worst thing. How can I tell someone I've already photographed that he somehow doesn't look right?
I don't tolerate interference in the creative process, so everything is very difficult. Once I asked not to discuss any work issues at home anymore, and I got my way. Usually I put this picture aside and just wait for some movie or TV series with this star to come out. Then these pictures go well.