Elena Ischeeva

My friends, I am different now! I am not Elena Ischeeva that ran talk shows on women’s matters any more! I have carried out my turn over the Atlantics!

Now I am involved into business journalism on Banki.ru portal which I combine with family Internet business.

We are kind but we are going to remember things. I remember everything, my kindness does have limits. I always need to experience the feedback.

I am a high-qualified person which makes me try my best to deliver business information in the most appealing way as well. At times I think that there are no unsurmountable tasks for me, well I mean “once you strive for going to the space you will go there”.

I do posses the gift of the gab and a ready tongue. Absolutely.

I feel like calling myself an Internet hostess. I haven’t come across such definitions yet which makes me strive for becoming the first. Don’t you mind?

I left for the Web as it provides really unlimited opportunities. It’s nothing about good old boy connections there. You never cease to feel free and independent there. Today I am a journalist, a producer and a business woman in one. I have not dreamed of such a combination before…

I guess the women in nowadays Russia are not allowed to be strong and smart. Well, here I don’t mean being glamorous and have fun, that is highly welcomed. Here I am speaking about the right to speak out, to be heard by men, to be treated by the latter as equal.

They deliberately make all us dumb. Especially television and newspapers have come out on top in the thing. And I take it as conspiracy theory. I mean as this things do happen somebody obviously needs it.

For me success implies several thousand profound spectaculars being aware of what I do. Today I don’t need millions of housewives to be followed.
That is the reason I evolve via the Internet space..

Personalities diminish, faint and vanish after all. I don’t want to take part in the process.

I am a woman with a male nature. The astrologer told me that in my former life I was a black warrior in Africa. And I believe! At times I feel a strong desire to fling a spare home.

I am just intolerable to live by. I can scald by lava or scratch by claws. I vale the bonnet in front of my husband believing that he will love me for ever.