If you are sure that the famous TV presenter Lydia Taran is a fragile, soft, smiling blonde who invites us every morning to drink a cup of coffee together in the “Breakfast with “1 + 1” program, then one day you can be very surprised. No, she is, of course, fragile and smiling. But what a strong, tough and very uncompromising character she has! And with a different character you won’t last twelve years on TV.
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The day she changed course
One day she decided that she would absolutely, easily, without any patronage, take and enter the university faculty of international relations. The famous TV presenter Lydia Taran studied at a Kyiv school, famous for the fact that you didn’t have to go there. In other words, Lida studied at a slob school. Today she is happy that she regularly skipped classes. She sat at home or in the district library and read books voraciously. Yes, yes, this happens too. The Kiev girl, who was not controlled by adults, since in their family everything was built solely on mutual respect and trust, was engaged in self-education.
She was confident in herself. But it flew by. And on the last day I began feverishly to find out which other faculty I could apply to. Names flashed before my eyes: chemical, physical, foreign languages, philological, historical... Everything was wrong. Boring. Not warm. What remains is journalism. And she chose what she actually hated: her parents famous TV presenter Lydia Taran were well-known journalists in Kyiv. Or rather, my mother, Maria Gavrilovna, was published in a number of Komsomol publications, which in Soviet times there were an incredible number. My father (unfortunately, he is no longer with us), in addition to journalism, wrote and did translations. All over the apartment: on the table, sofa, on the floor, there were handwritten sheets of paper, newspaper clippings, and magazines. Little Lydia fell asleep to the endless clatter of the typewriter, which either chattered briskly or froze for several minutes. But out of this hatred grew professional love and greed. “Dad screamed so loud! - “Don’t even dream that I will help you!” - he yelled when he found out that his daughter had entered journalism. And this despite the fact that he has a lot of friends at the faculty. It’s just that my father was an extremely principled man. Well, it's okay. In any case, I never regretted for a single day that I chose journalism. This was the only faculty that allowed full-time study and work at the same time. Like many guys, in my first year I went to radio and worked part-time at UNIAN and Interfax. Then on FM radio stations. Soon she got on television. Everything worked out somehow by itself, without unnecessary stress, refusals, or disappointments.”
The day when excitement woke up
One day Lydia moved from one building to another: in the building next to the radio station where she worked, a room for the New Channel was equipped. I asked who to contact about employment. They explained, invited me for an interview, and offered to work. Although Lydia admits: “I got in easily, but then it was difficult to grow in these structures.” For example, having arrived at the age of 21 at “ New channel", unexpectedly for everyone, she suddenly announced: "I want to lead sports programs. Everyone in our family is interested in sports. Here's the concept." They explained to her with a smile: “Girl, maybe you can start by having some fun, doing something simple, growing up?” The famous TV presenter Lydia Taran was lucky: she was not thrown into the water like a blind kitten: if you swim, you will survive. She faced neither intrigue, nor competition, nor envy, nor “TV hazing.” “New Channel” then gathered within its walls a wonderful team of like-minded people. Possessed people different ages who sincerely want and know how to work. Everyone lived by the same idea - professional greed: to create something fundamentally new on Ukrainian television. Famous TV journalist Andrei Kulikov has just returned from London. And the famous TV presenter Lydia Taran (who was on TV for almost a week) was immediately put on air together with the TV boss.
“Just imagine who I am and who He is! And the two of us - on morning broadcast. When I saw Andrey, I was speechless. My tongue was numb with excitement. But for a TV worker, the most important thing is the desire to learn. And I studied. For example, today a fledgling second-year student comes on television and immediately pumps up his rights: “Are you offering me only $500 for such (!) work?!” He himself is no one and calling him is nothing, and at the same time he already tells how much they have to pay him. Yes, at one time I was glad and happy, what a cool and interesting work It turns out they also give me money! I would work for free, if only they would not deprive me of the opportunity to participate in the process itself. By the way, Andrei Domansky, who was then working on the radio, had exactly the same state of euphoria and complete misunderstanding, for which he signed the monthly statement and put bills in his wallet.”
The day the revolution happened
One day, Lidina’s godmother, producer of the “Rise” program, invited many guests to a housewarming party, including TV presenter Andrei Domansky (he had left the radio station by that time). They worked on the same TV channel, but practically never crossed paths in the corridors. Lydia hosted the evening editions of “Sports Reporter”, Andrey - the morning “Rise”. We saw each other at rare parties. At the housewarming party we got to know each other better and went our separate ways. Domansky then left “Rise”. He explained that he didn’t have much success, so he was returning to his family in Odessa. And then a revolution happened in the country. In Odessa, Domansky hosted the “Orange Square” program - a kind of discussion club between ordinary citizens and politicians - and often called Lida as a “news” presenter for consultations. Then the two of them worked at a New Year’s corporate party. Lida left for her winter holiday. And a day later I started receiving SMS from Domansky - funny poems. So, something abstract, non-binding. “At that time I was having a serious romance and a stormy personal life. I received a sea of similar messages, both from Domansky and from other people. But even then it seemed to Andrei Yuryevich that he was flirting with me like that. I thought I was just friends with him. By and large, this was the case, since soon we parted with the man I loved, and Andryusha saved me from suffering and worries. These were abstract conversations about how to properly build love relationship so that they do not subsequently fall apart, as if House of cards. But Andrei Yuryevich quickly saw through: it’s time to join the game.”
The day she abandoned Domansky
One day, he and Andrey found themselves in the same energy field: both were going through a difficult period of personal relationships. Lydia was going through a breakup, and Andrei could not improve family relationships. They listened to each other and did not talk about themselves at all.
“For some reason we always ended up in the same companies. Since we were already on a short leg, I sometimes wondered: “Andryusha, if you’re so obsessed with me, isn’t it really painful to listen to my emotional groans? “However, we didn’t have one-on-one dates for a long time. Andrei at that time was a family man, and the family is the parish into which I never intended to get involved. When I realized that he really took me seriously, I began... to dissuade him from our meetings.
In a word, I continued to be friends with him, but he was no longer friends with me. Our relationship took a truly serious turn only when Andrei made an unequivocal decision about his family. But this is exclusively Domansky’s topic, not mine. I wouldn’t want to discuss it with anyone.”
The day she tried on her wedding dress
Once, the famous TV presenter Lydia Taran played the role of the bride - as many as five times. She had exactly the same number of photo shoots in wedding dresses. A photo of Lida’s bride is on her mother’s table. But Lydia Taran and Andrei Domansky never got together at the registry office. Lida and Andrey have been together for six years. They are growing up two year old daughter Vasilina. At the same time, the guys live in a civil marriage and do not think about formalizing the relationship. Close friends, TV presenter Marichka Padalko and her common-law husband, TV presenter Yegor Sobolev, strongly discourage them from going to the registry office. This is because each of them also had an unsuccessful marriage at one time or another. In response to women’s tricks: they say that the child must have an official father, Lida just shrugs her shoulders in surprise: “So she has one. This is written on the birth certificate. And Vasilina’s last name is Domanskaya. The stamp in the passport has absolutely no effect on Andrei’s paternal duty - both to his older children and to his youngest. He knows this very well. In addition, we do not have extra funds to stupidly throw them away at some incomprehensible ceremony, which, by and large, is of no use to anyone. This money would be better spent on travel, which is what we do.”
All domestic issues This beautiful, in-demand and extremely busy TV couple decides easily. The problem of dirty dishes went away with the purchase of a dishwasher. Cleaning, like cooking, is the responsibility of the beautiful Aunt Lyuba, practically a member of their family. Aunt Lyuba is a participant in many television culinary projects. Prepares dishes that invited celebrities then pass off as their own. By the way, Lidia’s mother Maria Gavrilovna and Vasilina spend the whole summer at Aunt Lyuba’s dacha. While mom and dad are at work, grandma takes care of her daughter.
“All problems can be solved. The main thing is not to put them at the forefront. You can mutter: they say, what kind of bad wife, doesn’t cook anything for me,” Lida smiles. - Yes, Lord, there are pizzerias, there is home delivery of food. Why isn't there a way out of the situation? Although, when time and desire arise, why not cook something delicious yourself?”
The day she danced for everyone
One day she left Channel 5. “I had been invited to “Plyusy” before, but the editor and I felt very comfortable at “Novy.” And then we got tired of a certain monotony and realized: it was time to move on. And they decided to move from a tiny shop to a larger shop. There are many more opportunities for self-realization here.”
The fact is obvious - at first Lydia Taran hosted only one program - “Breakfast with “1+1”. Soon the show “I Love Ukraine” was organized. Afterwards - the project “Dancing for You-3”. In it, Lydia Taran was one of the star participants.
“This is far from my initiative, and the hypostasis, as for me, is very strange. I didn’t feel the potential in myself. I’ve never danced in my life, neither in clubs nor in amateur performances. Even on own wedding I didn’t spin with Domansky in a whirlwind of a waltz, since there was no wedding. At first I was firmly convinced that nothing would work out. It was very difficult - wounded fingers, torn muscles, sprains, bruises. It's like professional sports - real work. In fact, it turned out that such activities completely transform a person. Some convolutions that were previously “asleep” begin to work in the brain. Absolutely everything is included in the work. Although dance is not primarily a brain thing. It's soul and body."
Of course, Lida, like any person, the criticism directed at them on the dance floor was unpleasant. But despite the tears, she, firstly, proved that she can take a punch, and secondly, as an experienced TV presenter, she was aware that she was taking part in the show. This means that a lot here depends not on how you danced, but on how your number was arranged. By the way, Andrei Domansky was far from delighted with his wife’s idea to take part in this television project. He remembered very well how last year one of the participants in “I Dance for You” was Marichka Padalko, and how her child got sick during the project. In addition, every man wants his wife to bring him at least a glass of tea in the evening, so that, in the end, she is under supervision, and does not disappear until 12 o’clock at night in the rehearsal room. Nevertheless, Lida went out onto the floor. Although in real life she would rather give in in an argument with her husband: “It’s much more comfortable to give in than to argue with Andrey. And it’s comfortable for the two of us. And why do something contrary, if you can just meet each other halfway and get a real buzz from your own compliance, flexibility and non-conflict.”
IN exclusive interview She openly spoke to Caravan of Stories about her personal life and admitted that love and family are now more important to her than her career.
I recently read an interesting article about how it works human memory. From very early childhood Only the brightest and most emotional moments are remembered. For example, I remember how, when I was one and a half years old, I was running along the street of the town of Znamenka, Kirovograd region, where my grandmother lived, running to meet my parents, who had come out of Kyiv to visit me. I spent the summer with my grandmother. I also remember how my grandmother baptized me in secret from my parents, as many grandmothers did. In Kyiv, this topic was generally taboo, but in the villages, grandmothers quietly baptized their grandchildren.
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There was no church in Znamenka, there were almost none left at that time, so my grandmother took me to a neighboring area on a completely packed rural bus, and there, right in the priest’s hut, which also served as a church, the sacrament took place. I remember this old hut, the buffet, which served as an iconostasis, the priest in a cassock; I remember how he put an aluminum cross on me. But I was only a little over two years old. But these were unusual impressions, which is why they remained in my memory.
There are also inspired memories: when your relatives constantly tell you what kind of child you were, it really seems to you that you remember it yourself. Mom often recalled how my brother Makar scared me very much, and with the best intentions. Makar is three years older and has always taken care of me. One day he brought an apple from kindergarten and gave it to me, and I was still a toothless baby. Brother didn't know that Small child couldn’t take a bite from the apple, he put the whole apple in my mouth, and when my mother came into the room, I was already losing consciousness. Sometimes, when for some reason I feel short of breath, it seems to me that I really remember this moment, these sensations.
Lydia Taran in 1982
Now my brother teaches history at Shevchenko University, organized an office there to study Chinese, and at the same time created a department of American studies; He is my very advanced brother - a teacher and a researcher at the same time. On set, young journalists, his former students, often come up to me and ask me to say hello to “beloved Makar Anatolyevich.” Makar is so smart that he speaks fluent Chinese, French and English, he has studied all world history– from ancient civilizations to modern history Latin America, trains in Taiwan, China, USA! Moreover, all the opportunities for this - grants and travel programs - he “knocks out” for himself. As they say, in a family there must be someone smart and someone beautiful, and I know exactly which of the two of us is smart. Although Makar is handsome too.
When I was little, I adored my brother and imitated him in everything. She talked about herself in masculine: “he went”, “he did”. And also – no longer of her own free will – she wore his things. In those days, few could afford to dress a child the way they wanted and the way they liked. And if you have an older sister, then you will get her dresses, and if you have a brother, then pants. And so the mothers tried to sew and alter them. Our mother often altered something old, inventing new styles.
Little Lida in Beads costume. Mom sewed the outfit all night before the matinee, 1981 I remember being taken home from kindergarten on a sled through the creaking snow, I remember snowflakes swirling in the light of the streetlights. The sled had no back, so you had to hold on with your hands so as not to fall out when turning. Sometimes, on the contrary, I wanted to fall into a snowdrift, but in a fur coat I was so clumsy and heavy that I couldn’t even roll off the sled. A fur coat, leggings, felt boots... The kids were like cabbage back then: a thick woolen sweater, knitted by someone unknown and when, thick leggings, felt boots; it is unclear from whom one of my acquaintances gave away a hundred-fold tsigey fur coat, over the collar there is a scarf tied at the back so that adults can grab its ends like a leash; On top of the hat there was also a down scarf, which was also tied around the throat. All Soviet children remember the feeling of winter suffocation from scarves and shawls. You go outside like a robot. But you immediately forget about the discomfort and enthusiastically go digging snow, breaking icicles or gluing your tongue to the frozen iron of the swing. A completely different world.
Your parents were creative people: your mother was a journalist, your father was a writer and screenwriter... Probably, your life was still at least a little different from the lives of other Soviet children?
Mom worked as a journalist in the Komsomol press. She often traveled on her reporting duties, then wrote, and in the evenings she typed articles on a typewriter. There were two in the house - a huge “Ukraina” and a portable GDR “Erika”, which in fact was also quite large.
My brother and I were going to bed when we heard the machine whirring in the kitchen. If my mother was very tired, she asked us to dictate to her. Makar and I took a ruler to trace the lines, sat next to each other and dictated, but soon we began to nod off. And my mother typed all night long - her articles, my father’s scripts or translations.
Andrey Domansky and Lydia Taran broke up after five years life together. “This can’t be!” - they said in television circles after Andrei frankly admitted that he had left the family a few months ago. For colleagues, this news came like a bolt from the blue. After all, the couple was considered almost an example to follow: both work in the same field and, it seems, should understand each other like no one else. But life makes its own adjustments...
“At the last stage of our relationship and after it ended, I had serious problems with self-esteem,” admits Lida. - I thought: God, how wrong I lived, since all these years I was building a family, and at 32 I received a kick that showed me that the structure of my life had collapsed in an instant! After the breakup
I lost 9 kg. I had no appetite, I didn’t want anything...”
- Lida, when there was talk about your separation, they were considered a bad joke, gossip of envious people... Anything but the truth. After all, in the eyes of the public, you were an ideal family.
Yes, everything happened in an instant. Usually you are told about this when everything is really destroyed. And before that, I thought that everything was fine. We were a media family, and it seemed to me that we should have been understanding about the peculiarities of our work. Andrey’s career took off at a rapid pace, and in parallel with my main activity, I began dance project. After everyday work, I managed to run the house, raise a child and thought: everything is fine... Until the first of January I found out that our family was no more.
- Not the best gift from Santa Claus...
Yes, I received it on the first day of 2010. For six months, Andrey and I prepared a detailed ski trip. They left the child with their grandmother - before that we worked around the clock and dreamed that we would get into the car and drive across Europe to Italy to ski. Over the course of four years, these trips have become a tradition in our family. But on January 1, in Lvov, Andrei said that he would not go further - he urgently needed to return to Kyiv and be alone.
Since our friends with whom we planned this train trip were waiting for us early in the morning in Lviv, I had to ask Andrey not to shock them and pay off the Schengen visa with us, cross the border, and then return to Kyiv under the pretext of work.
I tried to talk, offered to stay in another hotel... But from his appearance it was noticeable that he did not intend to relax with me. As a result, we finally made it to Italy. And the next day Andrei returned to Kyiv. I couldn't help it. I was stressed, shocked, panicked... Ridiculous arguments about how we had been preparing for this for so long, leaving the child behind, and in general, what would I do alone now if this vacation was planned for two, had no effect on him. While still getting ready for this trip, I saw that Andrey was distracted by his telephone life, withdrawing into himself, and offered to talk. But he stood his ground: “Everything is fine!” As a result, I was left alone in Italy. And, in fact, upon returning to Kyiv it all ended.
- And how did you explain to mutual friends that you are no longer one family?
This was the most difficult thing in this situation. Many did not believe, some tried to reconcile us. But still we avoided tedious showdowns. Andrey's circle of acquaintances has changed. He used to like to communicate himself
with himself, and now, due to professional demand, he does not need a large circle of friends at all.
- So much time has passed since the breakup. Have you really never had a normal conversation?
There was no truthful dialogue. At first it’s generally difficult to explain. Emotions, complaints... When such a tangle gathers, people cannot adequately talk. And then it turns out that no one needs it for a long time.
At first, Andrei announced that he wanted to rent an apartment and live alone, because we couldn’t live together. “Probably yes,” I replied. “Since you made such a decision.”
But men have a rule: if they decide something, they want to share the responsibility for it with someone else. He realized that he could not live with me, but I had to make the decision. This is an “absentee ballot” for a man: “You said it yourself!”
- You broke up in the winter, but continued to work together. How did you manage to keep the breakup a secret for so long?
We had a number of events where we were invited together before the New Year. Already living separately, we had no right to refuse them... It was, of course, inconvenient. But this is work.
But no one knew anything because we didn’t advertise. They even asked the press services of our channels not to say anything. And it worked.
Then Andrei himself told me that his press service in the column “ family status“Writes for a long time: “Not married. Raises three children." I asked: “So, I can also say that I am single and raising a daughter?” “Apparently, yes,” Andrey answered. We decided on this.
Lida, men sometimes experience something similar to remorse. Andrey didn’t come to you with similar confessions?
Usually serious relationship They rarely experience this. I thought that we were many years old, we had seen and experienced a lot different periods. But Andrei is one of those people who cannot hide their relationship. If he fell in love, it means he wants to be with this person...
Your feminine curiosity did not waver; you didn’t want to find out who the stranger was who broke your family happiness?
I didn’t even make any special inquiries. I hear gossip, but I am not inclined to believe the world of show business. I'm already calm, and Andrey looks happy man who lives for his own pleasure. But he has changed. I look at him and realize that five years ago I started a relationship with a completely different person. He just has his own priorities now, not family ones.
- Did you have any suspicions that your husband has another woman?
Of course there were. At the age of 35-36, men experience crises in their lives, and a woman who lives with such a man thinks that all his hobbies are a temporary phenomenon, because love is a great power. And the most ridiculous thing is to ask what is happening. Nobody will tell anyway. When I asked him directly, he denied everything. No, I had, of course, some feminine premonitions. Well, then I thought: why do I need to know this? I needed to save my life...
The only thing I know about his personal life is that it is wonderful - from his own interview. Now he looks free and happy. Maybe at some stage he was burdened by our relationship, wanted something new, unknown and could not afford it...
Now we have an even relationship, as Andrey says, on the “father-mother” plane. And they do not include interest in each other's personal lives.
- Why haven’t you reached the registry office in five years of civil marriage?
Andrei’s first marriage was official, and he emphasized that he would never marry again in his life. Since I wanted to be with him, I accepted this condition. When I was pregnant, I wanted to get married officially. A woman expecting a child turns into a vulnerable substance. This happens even to the strongest women in the world...
But that was just my desire. Even when Andrei made attempts to somehow “renew” his feelings, I jokingly asked: “Then will you marry me?” He answered: “No, I will never marry again!”
Lida, I understand how difficult it is to talk about this, but how did you explain to your daughter that dad will no longer live with you?
At first I told Vasya that dad had left, he had a lot of work, filming on location... The most important thing, when the father leaves and the daughter understands that he seems to be there, but he is not, is to explain to her where he is, because he remains her beloved dad . I had to visit a child psychologist so that she could convince me that everything was fine with Vasya.
Now Vasya and Andrey see each other several times a month: I buy tickets to the theater and ask him to go with my daughter, or he just comes to us, and they play at home for a while.
But for fathers, everything is different - an hour is enough for them to satisfy their paternal needs and continue to go about their lives. Once every two weeks I can send Andrey a photo of Vasya. And he texts that he will come with the money the day after tomorrow. Or: “I’m abroad now, what size is Vasya’s clothes?”
- Thanks to your tact and feminine wisdom, you managed to preserve a good relationship with husband?
I treat him well as the father of my only daughter. He gave me the best thing that every woman can have - a child.
Our personal relationship deteriorated, but we resolved the financial issue amicably: we discussed the amount that Andrei allocates for his daughter. He pays honestly, and I spend money honestly on the child. With this money Vasya visits developmental and sports activities. And I make a great living for myself.
My present is Vasyusha, me and my mother. My mother lives with us, because I get up for work every morning at four in the morning, and there are no overnight kindergartens where I can send a three-year-old child in Kyiv. And for several months now, we have been really good and comfortable. I have always supported myself, now I do too, and I feel like a self-sufficient person. I understand that this may not be for life, but for now I just enjoy it. So the breakup was not the end of the world for me, but the beginning of a new life.
- Well, there’s definitely no doubt about it. One of the most successful TV presenters couldn't have it any other way.
You know, I have so much work that I don’t even have time to think about it. I’m now torn between two programs at once: “Snidanok from “1+1” and “About football show” on the “2+2” channel. The channel's management asked me to return to a topic that I had not dealt with for a good five years after working at Channel 5. In “Snidanka” I host news and guest studios every hour.
Sometimes there are so many guests that it’s not easy for Ruslan Senichkin (my on-air co-host) alone. And on Mondays I host the “About Football Show” program, which airs late in the evening and ends late at night. It is intended for a narrow circle of people, mainly a male audience. All the football stars visited. And at the last program, I sadly thought: if my father (an avid football fan) were alive, he would be happy to see me in this role.
- Can you find time to relax in this mode?
This is difficult. It appears on the Friday after broadcast and ends on Sunday. These days I love to travel. True, few flights are suitable for one day. But sometimes you manage to get somewhere. In the summer I flew alone to Europe for 6 days. I managed to discover and fall in love with previously unknown Belgium - along with Brussels, Bruges and Ghent. In the fall, I decided to meet my “two troikas” in the Caucasus, in the mountains. Therefore, the program editor and I urgently flew to Tbilisi. As a result, we didn’t have time to get to the mountains themselves, but the birthday party was in the Kakheti Valley, directly on the vineyard with an amazing view of the Caucasus mountain range, was a great success.
- Vasilina, looking at her successful mother, does not strive to enter the television world?
She is a self-sufficient person. And at three years old she clearly knows what she wants, she has her own list of priorities. But she is not infected with television fever and can easily switch to cartoons when she sees me on TV in the morning. Bye, considering young age, she simply cannot carry on a conversation, but I think she will soon begin to make serious comments on my work.
- What is missing today for complete happiness? strong woman Lydia Taran?
Get a full 8 hours of sleep! (Laughs) I have grandiose plans for the future: I want to change my wardrobe, improve my English, which is still lame compared to French. I also dream of taking courses or seminars in psychology.
The new peak that I have taken is my mother. I left my parents and became independent at the age of 17. And at 33, she invited her mother to live with her. She pampers my daughter and me with original cuisine. Before, we couldn’t even think that she could cook something like this.
In general, every person needs turns in order to understand that life is much broader, and it does not narrow down to the state: “He is and what is around Him.” There is a lot of life without this. You can be truly happy with your mother and daughter. This New Year I will meet you again at the ski resort, but I’m going to engage in skiing, not self-criticism. In general, I expect a completely different, high-quality year from the coming New Year.
Have you ever thought that the accidents that we often use to explain our successes and failures are not accidental at all? When you find yourself in front of difficult choice and you just can’t make an important decision, life seems to give you hints and push you to the right way. Inexplicable but the fact.
We decided to ask our heroine, TV presenter and main fairy of the project about this Let go of my mind. Now she is one of the most successful women Ukraine, which fantastically combines charitable activities, career and personal life. But how did it all begin, and most importantly - when does Lydia Taran manage to live.
Especially for readers Clutch, the TV presenter recalled her cloudless childhood and school problems, spoke frankly about her most tremulous fear, relationships with men and the fateful accidents that permeate her life everywhere.
About childhood
When people ask me about my childhood, a big picture immediately appears before my eyes. deciduous tree, which grew between my grandmother's houses and her neighbors. It was a mulberry. My brother and friends and I climbed on it, built shelters or houses, and imagined ourselves as adults. They could sit on this tree for hours...
My grandmother also had a pond in the city. Big and colorful. We spent half the day playing on the mulberry tree, then ran away to the pond and returned when it was already dark. I remember that the adults scolded us very much for this, and in the morning they loaded us with work - picking strawberries, watering the garden... As soon as we completed the tasks, we ran to the mulberry tree again - and everything in a new way.
That’s why I associate summer with childhood. I always spent it with my grandmother, I went to see her even before I went to school. My parents lived in big city, in Kyiv, and worked very hard. Therefore, when summer began, where could my brother and I go if not to grandma? We went to my dad's mom. She lived in Znamenka, Kirovograd region. In the private sector.
I had a free childhood. We swam until we were exhausted, sold something at the market... We did things that had no place in a big city. Of course, we swam in the Dnieper in Kyiv, but this cannot be compared. A completely different scale of liberties and festivities.
About parents
My parents had unusual professions for that time. Creative. Mom worked as a journalist, and dad worked as a screenwriter and translator. And since they were not employed at any factories, my brother and I did not have those material “advantages” that were inherent in strong Soviet families of workers, engineers or trade workers.
For example, at that time, trade union members at any enterprise could receive free trips to camps for their children, and had the opportunity to relax in sanatoriums and resorts in Crimea at a symbolic price. That is, there were a lot of these Soviet things that passed us by, because mom and dad had specific professions.
In addition, our parents did not have the opportunity to feed us with all sorts of deficits, for example, sweet New Year's gifts from trade unions. In some small towns, as far as I know, such special deliveries are still available.
My parents worked a lot, like everyone else at that time. I can’t say that my brother and I were abandoned children who did not receive attention from mom and dad. But we understood that adults are busy and do not have time to solve our children's issues. Therefore, no one ever tried to run to their parents with their problems - they tried to be independent. And this only worked to our advantage, in my opinion. WITH early years learned to take responsibility for themselves and their actions...
Lydia Taran specially for Clutch
About school years
I studied at a district school on the left bank of Kyiv, located near the houses where many factory workers lived Arsenal. The school was Russian, but they opened a “Ukrainian” class in it, and my parents specially pushed for it at all levels. For them this was a matter of principle! That’s the only reason I actually studied there. The Ukrainian class is the fruit of my parents’ struggle for the Ukrainization of Soviet Kyiv.
At school, studies were conducted for children from ordinary Ukrainian families who had just moved to Kyiv and who needed to be quickly Russified. This happened everywhere in those days. And someone had to resist. These someones became my mom and dad.
Gradually, the Ukrainian-speaking class became a leveling class, because it was considered unprestigious. There were much fewer children in it than in other classes, and only the most uninterested in learning were sent to us. They said that we had the worst academic performance and behavior at school.
To be honest, I never worried about this because I didn’t feel like a collective being. There were all sorts of things: enemies, boycotts, and quarrels. At the same time, there were good moments. But I can’t say that my class has become friendly, that I wouldn’t exchange it for another.
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Life has shown - of all my classmates higher education Only 5 people received it, including me. For Kyiv, this is nonsense, because the number of institutions here is simply off the charts.
And the school itself was conducted “anyhow.” I admit honestly, sometimes I played truant, ran to the library instead of classes and sat for hours reading books. Although it can hardly be called truancy, because there was no attendance control at all. We were free in this regard. Many joked that in our school anything is possible (laughs - editor's note).
Of course, this was not the case everywhere. I just studied at a district school, and in big cities such institutions were not centers of culture and education. Especially when the number of first classes reached a dozen, with more than 30 children in each class.
I repeat, it was not the best the best place for children. In our area there were different cases- someone jumped out of the window, someone “destroyed” the classrooms, and in some classrooms there were no windows, they were constantly knocked out and covered with plywood... As far as I know, now this school has improved - and now it is a school with in-depth study of some... then languages.
About children's dreams
To tell the truth, I didn’t have any childhood dreams about the future, I didn’t think about it at all. There was no desire to become, for example, a pianist, teacher or lawyer. But I definitely understood that I didn’t want to connect my life with mathematics, physics, chemistry, and that’s why I went to the humanities lyceum.
And at the lyceum itself there was simply not enough time to think about the future. We were so busy with studies, essays, scientific discussions, regional and city Olympiads in all subjects, KVNs in history and the like that we could not think at all about what we wanted to become. Our main goal It was, perhaps, the end of my studies (smiles - editor's note).
I graduated from the lyceum when I was a 15-year-old girl. Is it possible that at this age all children can concretely imagine their future and set some life priorities?... Experience shows that no.
Is our education system aimed at ensuring that children from an early age search for themselves, try to find the sphere in which they want to connect their lives? With the help of all kinds of trainings, psychological tests, career guidance conversations with specialists? No. Our education system is aimed at taking you by the throat, stuffing unnecessary knowledge into your head, and then releasing it into life - and do with it what you want. Where will concrete dreams about the future come from?
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About fateful “accidents”
Yes, life has taken an interesting turn. Because a lot happened completely unexpectedly for me. Almost every stage of my life is riddled with some fateful accidents. For example, admission to a lyceum. It seemed impossible; the competition was serious. “Know-it-alls” from all over the city tried to go there, and after studying at the district school, competing with them seemed like an impossible task.
I decided to enter the lyceum spontaneously. I’ll say right away that this was absolutely my initiative, no pressure from my parents. I went to an embroidery club, made friends with a girl there - so she told me that she was getting ready to enter a humanitarian lyceum. When I heard this, I decided to find out about him. I went to the lyceum to do some reconnaissance, talked to the teachers, and decided that I really needed to study there.
Firstly, it was a university lyceum. It already sounded like a song! (laughs - editor's note) Secondly, it was located in the city center. There are completely different children there, more knowledge-oriented.
Was very big competition. I took 4 exams: Ukrainian and foreign languages, history, literature. Anticipating questions, I will say that I prepared on my own. Only the school teacher helped with the language; we studied with her at home for free - we wrote dictations and did grammar exercises.
In general, in three months I had to learn everything school curriculum. Because the knowledge that was given at the district school would not be enough to pass the exams. I concentrated on entering the lyceum, I really wanted it. I was just dreaming! They probably noticed this, because by some miracle I passed.
Plus I was lucky that they studied French at my school. Although they taught it even worse than other subjects (laughs - editor's note). After 9th grade, when I entered the lyceum, I knew literally three phrases - “Merci” (thank you), “Bonjour” (hello) and “Je m’appelle Lidia” (My name is Lida). But in fact, it was French that gave me the opportunity to enter the lyceum.
The Lyceum wanted to create a French group. Since the schools in which this language was taught could be counted on one hand, almost everyone who took the exam was admitted. If I had to take the test in English with the same level of knowledge as I did in French at that time, I would never have passed.
Some kind of magical coincidence. It was very difficult to enter this lyceum, being a student of a not very strong (I would even say weak) school. But somehow I still managed to get through. Interestingly, my friend from the district school in Obolon, where they also taught French, also enrolled with me.
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The coincidences didn't end there. I chose the university in the same way as the lyceum. Although at that time there was not much choice, documents were submitted to only one place. If you couldn’t get in, get ready and wait next year. My friend and I wanted to get into the Faculty of International Relations, but we failed our interviews. And all that remained for us was to jump into the last carriage.
That’s how I ended up at the Institute of Journalism of KNU. T.G. Shevchenko, selection committee whom she was still working and took my documents. The exams seemed pleasant to me, thanks to my studies at the humanitarian lyceum, I passed everything easily.
To be honest, entering the Institute of Journalism was not only an accident, but also stupidity. My parents even scolded me for this, because my brother and I knew how difficult and poor life was for them with their professions. I wouldn’t have wished for such a fate voluntarily, but I went because there were no other options.
Studying was easy for me. I studied from notes that I wrote while still at the Lyceum. They contained enough information to pass the exams, so I could skip some lectures. I remember my classmates even made spurs for themselves from my notes.
In general, everything that we studied for two years at the humanitarian lyceum was then studied for another 5 years at the Institute of Journalism. And it was a real mess, because you could easily go to work. Which is exactly what I did.
I even ended up on television thanks to a happy coincidence. My boyfriend worked in radio, and I sometimes came to his studio. In the same building where the radio station was located, a New channel. I decided to try my luck - I came and said that I wanted to work. And they took me.
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About career and motherhood
When I gave birth to Vasilina, I was 30. At that age, nothing can stop my career. Moreover, I have been doing it since I was 18 years old. When Vasya appeared, I already had a stable job in which I was successful, so the birth of my daughter did not ruin my life, but only made it better!
In general, I think it’s stupid to think that children can interfere with your career. Everything is exactly the opposite. They provide such a reboot, such a rethinking of life that many either begin to work with even greater zeal and achieve success, or radically change internally and find themselves in a completely different field of activity. Having children changes your worldview and life priorities.
My profession did not require a long stay on maternity leave - I could be at home, edit the material and go to the studio directly to broadcast. Therefore, the birth of Vasilina did not throw me out of a professional rut, only from a physical one. After all, first you gain kilograms, and then you need to lose them. And during breastfeeding this is quite difficult.
After giving birth I was recovering more than a year. I don’t know if this is a lot or a little... I didn’t exhaust myself physical activity and fasting to regain shape in record time. The process was gradual. And when Vasya turned one year old, I began preparing for the project I dance for you. We trained a lot, rehearsed the numbers, trying to bring them to perfection. Thereby overweight left quickly and easily.
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About raising a daughter
Vasilina and I are close friends, but only until I tell her three times to clear the table, and she continues to pretend that these requests do not concern her. Then we stop being friends, and I still turn on the “ strict mother" From time to time it is simply necessary.
Everyone in the world is very kind to her - her grandparents, my friends and colleagues, even her teachers. Everyone is full of praise... She has such a chocolate-marmalade-marshmallow-baby life that without some kind of discipline and a periodically strict, demanding mother, she simply cannot become independent and responsible. Sometimes there needs to be a person nearby who can ground you a little.
For example, recently my daughter in the best possible way passed the exam in English language, and her teacher wrote to me: “Just don’t scold Vasilina. Don’t be too angry... It happened.” Everyone around is protecting it, but someone needs to build it, say that it is going in the wrong direction, and point it in the right direction. Therefore, you have to take on the role of a critic. Although I love my daughter more than anyone in my life, and this is not even discussed.
We're already on the threshold of adolescence - I'm terrified of what it will bring us. There, any factor can become a turning point. I’m worried about how not to lose touch with Vasyusha and keep track of all her impulses, so to speak. So that later it doesn’t turn out that she needs to talk to a psychologist. And who will be to blame? Mom, of course. (laughs - editor's note)
During this period, parents must show sensitivity and child-centeredness, but at the same time teach independence and responsibility for their own choices. Although modern generation children is different from ours. Now they are not silent if they don’t like something, and they themselves can guide their parents well in terms of their upbringing.
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About relationships
When you are a public person, the public is interested in everything about you. Especially personal life. I've been working in television for a long time and I understand this perfectly. But almost 10 years have passed since our relationship with Andrey ended, so it’s stupid to talk about it now. He built new family- He has a wife and children. And I have no right to talk about it, because this is not my story for a long time.
I can say that I am satisfied with the result of our union with Andrei, my daughter Vasilina. She's smart, thoughtful and beyond her years wise child. Vasya understands why dad doesn’t live with us and doesn’t make a tragedy out of it. She has a lot of relatives - grandmothers, cousins, stepsisters and brother, aunt and uncle... Their love warms her.
Of course, sometimes there are moments when Vasilina tells me: “You know, it seems to me that dad doesn’t love me.” But this happens to every child. After her dad shows up, they spend some time together and their relationship evens out again. This is fine.
I think with horror that if Vasya had to live in an atmosphere of unlove, mistrust, quiet conflicts, when mom and dad sleep in different rooms, she would inevitably develop a guilt complex. Thank God we don't have that.
Parents should not sacrifice themselves for the sake of the child and torture each other, making excuses that this will be better for him. This approach is wrong in all respects. From the example of so many families, I know that it is a terrible feeling when a heavy burden is placed on you as a child - the burden of responsibility for problems between adults. You find yourself in a role you don't deserve to be in. The family should educate and release, not hold hostage. After all, even when you grow up and start independent life, you continue to be held hostage, only this time remotely.
Every family is happy and unhappy in its own way. But being with someone for the sake of a child is definitely not my choice. This will not bring happiness. Not only for me, but also for my daughter. There is no meaning in such a life at all, and there is nothing worse than a meaningless life.
About half of those with whom Vasya communicates do not have both parents present in the family every day; many have divorced parents. IN modern world this has become not a horror that needs to be hidden, but, unfortunately, one of the norms. Although it’s probably not appropriate to talk about regret here. After all, we don’t know what happens in other people’s relationships and what causes their separation. Time is running, the institution of family is changing. And we cannot influence this process in any way.
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About gossip and haters
Lately, I’ve been trying not to answer questions about my personal life, since gossip about my pseudo-novels appears on the Internet almost every day. I am credited with relationships with both married colleagues and men whom I have seen at most twice in my life. I constantly live in tension that I don't deserve to live in.
For example, recently a friend from Kamenets-Podolsky sent me news saying that I was having an affair with a colleague of my ex-husband. He also works as a TV presenter. And what’s interesting is that the material focuses on the fact that my “lover” is 10 years younger than me. I saw this man only twice: at football and during the filming of some story. But they managed to weave in a novel. This happens everywhere, I’m used to it, but my friends are very worried about it and are indignant.
I understand that everyone writes this to increase traffic. "Shock! A famous TV presenter has a lover who is 10 years younger” - who would refuse to click on such a headline? To tell the truth, such “canards” only flatter me. This suggests that I am not only popular on the Internet, but also that I can still have a lover 10-15 years younger (laughs - editor's note).
About men
I always had someone. But my personal life took shape on its own. I didn’t devote a lot of attention to searching for a guy, a man, a soul mate – whatever you want to call it. I was rather focused on work and career. If my main goal was to establish family life, I probably would have done this 20 years ago (laughs - editor's note).
As for me today... I can say for sure that I cannot live with jealous man, with a male owner. Because he simply cannot withstand the incessant stream of shock news about my “adventures.” He needs to be truly confident.
It is very important for me that the man who is next to me is self-sufficient and professionally self-realized. But his external and physical data are already secondary...
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About plans for the future
To be honest, I am now inclined to live by the principle: “don’t shift the problems of tomorrow to today.” It seems to me that if you do not have constant worries and worries about the future, if your head is not filled with thoughts about problems that do not yet exist, then today you will be able to live much more productively, better and happier.
The truth is simple - every well-lived today brings us closer to the same cloudless, beautiful future. Of course, have big goal, which inspires and guides you through life, that’s cool. But it is important not to go too far. Because while you concentrate on how to realize this goal, you will forget what meaning you put into it.
I live for today and give my best. It is most important. Every day I have a carriage and a small cart of worries: maternal, work, household... For example, a huge piece of my soul is occupied by a wonderful project Let go of my mind, thanks to which we help children with serious health problems believe in themselves, in miracles, find their dreams and become happier.
My image good fairy, adored by children, is not always applicable to reality. Sometimes, in order to fulfill one childhood dream, you need to do serious work. On whole year We already have plans - an art marathon #Moyadityachamriya. We really want to make sure that children dream without restrictions, without conventions with an attitude - everything is possible, you just need to believe, don’t give up, follow your dreams.
Only 10% of sick children can do this and only 5% of healthy ones... It's sad. But 63% believe in miracles! To inspire them, we will collect 100,000 dream drawings and find 100,000 wizards! …. If with all this work I still do strategic planning future and soul-searching, I will simply lose time, which already needs to be appreciated, loved and enjoyed every moment.
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In an exclusive interview with Caravan of Stories, she spoke frankly about her personal life and admitted that love and family are now more important to her than her career.
I recently read an interesting article about how human memory works. From very early childhood, only the most vivid and emotional moments are remembered. For example, I remember how, when I was one and a half years old, I was running along the street of the town of Znamenka, Kirovograd region, where my grandmother lived, running to meet my parents, who had come out of Kyiv to visit me. I spent the summer with my grandmother. I also remember how my grandmother baptized me in secret from my parents, as many grandmothers did. In Kyiv, this topic was generally taboo, but in the villages, grandmothers quietly baptized their grandchildren.
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There was no church in Znamenka, there were almost none left at that time, so my grandmother took me to a neighboring area on a completely packed rural bus, and there, right in the priest’s hut, which also served as a church, the sacrament took place. I remember this old hut, the buffet, which served as an iconostasis, the priest in a cassock; I remember how he put an aluminum cross on me. But I was only a little over two years old. But these were unusual impressions, which is why they remained in my memory.
There are also inspired memories: when your relatives constantly tell you what kind of child you were, it really seems to you that you remember it yourself. Mom often recalled how my brother Makar scared me very much, and with the best intentions. Makar is three years older and has always taken care of me. One day he brought an apple from kindergarten and gave it to me, and I was still a toothless baby. My brother did not know that a small child cannot bite off an apple, so he put the whole apple in my mouth, and when my mother entered the room, I was already losing consciousness. Sometimes, when for some reason I feel short of breath, it seems to me that I really remember this moment, these sensations.
Lydia Taran in 1982
Now my brother teaches history at Shevchenko University, organized an office there to study Chinese, and at the same time created a department of American studies; He is my very advanced brother - a teacher and a researcher at the same time. On set, young journalists, his former students, often come up to me and ask me to say hello to “beloved Makar Anatolyevich.” Makar is so smart that he speaks fluent Chinese, French and English, has studied the entire world history - from ancient civilizations to the modern history of Latin America, and has trained in Taiwan, China, and the USA! Moreover, all the opportunities for this - grants and travel programs - he “knocks out” for himself. As they say, in a family there must be someone smart and someone beautiful, and I know exactly which of the two of us is smart. Although Makar is handsome too.
When I was little, I adored my brother and imitated him in everything. She spoke about herself in the masculine gender: “he went,” “he did.” And also – no longer of her own free will – she wore his things. In those days, few could afford to dress a child the way they wanted and the way they liked. And if you have an older sister, then you will get her dresses, and if you have a brother, then pants. And so the mothers tried to sew and alter them. Our mother often altered something old, inventing new styles.
Little Lida in Beads costume. Mom sewed the outfit all night before the matinee, 1981 I remember being taken home from kindergarten on a sled through the creaking snow, I remember snowflakes swirling in the light of the streetlights. The sled had no back, so you had to hold on with your hands so as not to fall out when turning. Sometimes, on the contrary, I wanted to fall into a snowdrift, but in a fur coat I was so clumsy and heavy that I couldn’t even roll off the sled. A fur coat, leggings, felt boots... The kids were like cabbage back then: a thick woolen sweater, knitted by someone unknown and when, thick leggings, felt boots; it is unclear from whom one of my acquaintances gave away a hundred-fold tsigey fur coat, over the collar there is a scarf tied at the back so that adults can grab its ends like a leash; On top of the hat there was also a down scarf, which was also tied around the throat. All Soviet children remember the feeling of winter suffocation from scarves and shawls. You go outside like a robot. But you immediately forget about the discomfort and enthusiastically go digging snow, breaking icicles or gluing your tongue to the frozen iron of the swing. A completely different world.
Your parents were creative people: your mother was a journalist, your father was a writer and screenwriter... Probably, your life was still at least a little different from the lives of other Soviet children?
Mom worked as a journalist in the Komsomol press. She often traveled on her reporting duties, then wrote, and in the evenings she typed articles on a typewriter. There were two in the house - a huge “Ukraina” and a portable GDR “Erika”, which in fact was also quite large.
My brother and I were going to bed when we heard the machine whirring in the kitchen. If my mother was very tired, she asked us to dictate to her. Makar and I took a ruler to trace the lines, sat next to each other and dictated, but soon we began to nod off. And my mother typed all night long - her articles, my father’s scripts or translations.
