Irina Berezhnaya

Singer

«I always remember a phrase of my father’s, which I bring to any new day of my life. “Russian Radio” have adopted it from me: “It will be fine”. The difference is that I have always pronounced it like a prayer…»

I don’t like the tough time I was born into. I came right on the eve of perestroika, defaults, individuals moulding and deception…

You need to go by what you are good at o you will manage it all. I like people who are fond of working, one should work hard at everything, even at the meeting you are going to have in the future.

The most important is that my clothes look great. My breast accentuates clothes. I like long skirts, but you can’t wear them pretty long and work pretty successful in them. So I wear mini. My clothes must originate from a good designer so that I can feel at ease when going out.

Wearing jewelry is a must. Once you are a woman, you must somehow refer to something sparkling. Not because you are a crow, but because you are a woman.

To sing… Now to sing means the same to me as to live. I’ve been singing for 27 years already. I guess there is something behind that.

I am an easily carried away person. And I’ve a changed a great number of hobby! It’s easier to say what I don’t like to do. I don’t like hunt: I get compassion on animals, moreover I can’t stand loud shots.

A woman is to dream about a baby, to shift its panties and jackets, to take care after it, to grow up her own flesh and blood. Let these who lack understanding get themselves a dog.

Society is silly as such, which prevents it to realize how tough it is to be a blond. While our brains are burned by various peroxides together with your hair, we are also doomed to worry whether there’s something left on our heads or not.

The service standard in out saloons is far from being high. Even an eminent stylist can burn your hair before he wonders about who you are.

Nowadays the major characteristic of my car is that it is just good. I don’t dream of sport cars, having driven them all. Now a car is first and foremost a comfort for me.

Vintage cars make one of my hobbies. My Mercedes of 1936 is a real rarity. It mirrors the time of our grandmothers. It’s some special culture, esthetics, luxury.

I wish people around me ever smiled, and I wish it were silence all over. I wish people just smiled. Most often these are not sounds I get irritated with but their quantity to say nothing of their quality.

Just try and remember the smell of your body after you are back from restaurants, clubs, office. So, I must say, I love a fresh body smell!

I can’t do without a car and minimum two phones. This is not luxury, these are articles of prime necessity, my life is sure to stop without.

Every woman knows how problematic it is to get good underwear even in a good shop, underwear that will be able to accentuate your beauties, and hide whatever a woman can need to hide.

I don’t like to cook any more. I always do this. Fortunately there are many restaurants nowadays where they serve good dainty food. It’s so hard to buy all the seasonings and oils just to make your favourite dish. It’s easier to visit a restaurant.

I can’t maintain everything I plan for the day. Every day I go to bad I feel a delicacy about not having been able to do this and that.

I dream to gleam like a star in the mist. I wish I could ever bring warmness into my environment and help people around me. The lives of many people change when I appear. I think that many bad things wouldn’t have happened if I could gleam in the darkness.

European culture appeared and developed prior to the Russian one. And the reason is as simple as that: in the period of revolutions all our intellectuals and most talented people left for abroad, while we had to start that all from noting. They do have culture and we have kolkhoz with “cry-kiss a cup-and-again-cry” kind of approach.

I always remember a phrase of my father’s, which I bring to any new day of my life. “Russian Radio” have adopted it from me: “It will be fine”. The difference is that I have always pronounced it like a prayer…

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