The TV presenter, the father of three children, invited Antenna to his apartment when the eldest sons were at school, the younger one was out for a walk, and his wife was in painting classes. It’s time to indulge in nostalgia in silence.
9 May 2017
“I’m probably not at that age with my brains (Alexander is 41 years old. – Approx.” Antenna “), in which I am physically, – the TV presenter began the conversation with such an unexpected confession. – As I imagine how many responsibilities I have, it becomes scary. It’s easier to think that I live on my own, that I belong to myself. And owes nothing to anyone.
My wife and I are from Novosibirsk. I grew up in Akademgorodok, literally built in the forest. Through the window one could see a squirrel jumping over pine branches. But when you grew up in the forest, it seems that nothing could be worse than this. I dreamed of living on Tverskaya, so that right in the center-center, I opened the window and realized: this is life, movement! The people to whom I confess this think that I am an idiot, I do not understand what horror it is .. And my wife said: you can imagine what you want, but we have children, and we will take an apartment in Moscow with windows not on the avenue, but into the yard, so that they have a place to walk. And so it happened in the end.
– I don’t like to cook, I do it out of necessity. I am very calm about food – what is, is good. Of course, I have preferences in tastes, but to cook something of this kind on purpose, and for this to go to the store and buy the appropriate ingredients, this is too much. But recently we had a grill, and now I fry meat. But everything is simply arranged there, he does everything himself: he measures the thickness, selects the mode. Put it down, zapilikalo – and you’re done.
And all the same, it seems to me that I never moved here to the end – my head was back in Novosibirsk … Although, returning to Akademgorodok, I understand that it is changing at such a speed that it ceases to be mine. If I come to old places when there is no one there, I will stroke the walls, sigh, and it’s good. And when, say, I come to the school where I studied, and there are children, then there is no nostalgia, but only a feeling of gratitude for watching programs with my participation (now Alexander Pushnoy hosts the program “Gold of the Nation” on the channel “Russia 1”) … Nostalgia is a feeling for something that has not changed over time. And everything changes.
I graduated from the Physics Department of Novosibirsk University, studied for a year in graduate school and was expelled with the right of restoration. Therefore, I am sentenced to eternal dreams, in which they say to me: “Well enough, indulge in Moscow, come back.” And then I was going to seriously engage in science, but in 1998 nobody needed it. And at the same time I also had KVN, I also made phonograms for contests like “Miss Moscow State University”. And in 1999 I was invited to Moscow to prepare just such phonograms. The wife first stayed in Novosibirsk. I told her: “Let’s look around, get on my feet and move on.” But even now, when real estate has already appeared in the capital, I do not have the feeling that everything is now clear for years to come. Because my work is so arranged – projects begin and end. There is no stability that could have been, I was doing science: you come to work at 9, leave at 6, gradually move up the career ladder. And my current schedule, when you shoot for three days in a row for 17 hours, then there is nothing to do for a long time, and then the tour, it seems to me wrong, I want regularity. Although, in a sense, I’m probably being cunning: if I wanted to do it differently, I would find a way to work differently.
… For seven years Tanya and I lived in Moscow without registration, I ran away from the cops in the subway, they put me in jail, then they let me go when I explained that I was a normal person. Now nobody stops me in the subway. But the traffic cops – it happens, and more often a block from my house. They ask: “What are you doing here?” “I live,” I answer. But this fact in my opinion is not very reassuring.
… When we finally decided to move here from Novosibirsk, I sold my apartment in Novosibirsk and took my parents away. It was clear that with our budget we could only count on a one-room apartment in the Moscow region. We stopped at Dolgoprudny, and the situation was even in our favor – we immediately drove into the kopeck piece.
My wife offered, I agreed
We moved to an apartment on Leninsky Prospekt in Moscow in 2015, we were in a hurry to complete the renovation by the beginning of the school year, the eldest son had to go to school. But still, a lot was completed when we already lived here. Our house is a new building. Rented it with a free layout, put the walls where you want. Tanya was responsible for the repair and interior design. I had no special wishes. The wife suggested: “Let’s buy such a table?” “Come on,” I replied. I am a liberal person in this regard. Perhaps the only thing I suggested was to add light to the part of the kitchen located in the niche. It was also important for me that everything in the house worked technically correctly. I myself checked if the grounding was done correctly, I hung something myself, screwed it on. I cope with such simple tasks. But this does not mean that since I once was the host of Galileo, I used some life hacks, super-creative ideas in my apartment. And then there is such a thing as a habit. Sometimes you will do something, and then you will remember that now they are doing it differently. But you already did.
I laugh that Tanya and I have an ideal creative union – she is deaf, and I am color blind. And it’s partly true about me. I’m not that I can’t see color, but I can’t distinguish shades, medically it is called reduced color perception. And I realized this peculiarity when I first opened a game where it was necessary to make identical balls. I already sort of made up everything, but they did not disappear. They say to me: “Don’t you see, they are different!”
– The eldest sons Dima and Misha share one room. When they grow up and the problem of resettlement arises, my wife and I will have to thicken ourselves, move from the bedroom to the study. Or by this time, the children will be kicked out. We advocate that they start an independent life as early as possible.
The youngest son Andrey is now 9 months old. The eldest, Dima, he is 12, really helps with the little ones, and the middle one, Misha (he just went to school), still sees in him only a competitor who will soon start carrying his toys. But it’s funny that the most jealous is the petty one. He is such a mother’s son both in appearance and in content that as soon as Tanya approaches Misha, Andrei throws a tantrum.
In raising children, I am a visiting consultant, everyone is on Tanya. If you need to go to the hospital or something urgent happens, I connect. By the way, at the stage of the problem, I am an alarmist, but my wife is mobilized at that moment, then I calm down, and she starts with a post-syndrome, which seems to me much more correct. But somehow we cope.
I never raised my voice to the children, but for some reason they are afraid of me, because they heard me swear on the phone. And I do it very loudly. So my sons obey me unquestioningly. Although the elder is already starting to snap back slowly.
We are fairly liberal parents. We invite children to try something. Even at the beginning we force, but if we see that it is not going, we do not kill the child with our activity. The elder wanted to play the guitar – he went. The middle son is studying the piano, he likes it, so he continues. I believe that children should develop the wider, the better, and they need to be determined at the moment when the child is ready. It seems to me that the modern tendency to specialize from an early age is harmful. The kid still cannot understand whether he is interested in something or not. But this does not apply to situations when a child focuses on something from childhood, and the parents can only help him.
Guitar in your luggage? I’ll go there myself
– I always needed a workplace, that is, a table where you can put speakers and a computer, and next to a microphone and guitars.
– I never thought that I would become a host. This is definitely not what I dreamed of, but I would love to study music. For a guitarist, a special story is the choice of an instrument. I have one main Gibson guitar. (There is also a bass and eight strings, but they are for other purposes.) She came to me in an amazing way. I was once told that there was a chance to go to Los Angeles for the world exhibition of musical equipment. After 12 hours of summer, I immediately went to the store, chose a guitar for a long time, and settled on a Fender Telecaster worth about $ 5000. There are only 60 such guitars in the world. But when I brought her to Moscow, I realized: not mine. I decided to sell. But it turned out that it was impossible to do it for that kind of money. This saga continued for a long time, until I was invited to the 60th birthday of a wonderful person and musician Yevgeny Margulis. I realized that since he is 60 and there are 60 of these guitars in the world, and I don’t need mine, I decided to give the instrument to him. It remains to agree on how. I came to Margulis, and he: “I also have something for you” – and brings out a wardrobe trunk with a tool. He said: “Here the bar is a little bent, you will tighten it.” I also thought: why should I, only got rid of mine. But when I arrived home, pulled up the bar, I realized that I was holding in my hands what I always needed. This guitar sounds perfect to me and no one else hears it like that. When they tell me at the airport check-in counter that I need to check in the instrument, I say that I myself am ready to go there, but I will never give up my guitar …