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“People often ask me: “How do you live now? How do you cope with everything that has befallen you?” Well, what can I answer to that? How worried I am?.. I’m crying... “Oh,” they say, “this is completely unlike you,” says poetess Larisa Rubalskaya with a sad smile.
"My place on earth is where he is"
Four years is a short moment compared to life, but now it seems gigantic to me. Four years ago my mother died - she was old and completely helpless in recent years. Six months after her death, my younger brother passed away. In one minute he was gone - my dear, priceless Valerka. It seemed to me that he would live forever, but his heart stopped at 58 years old.
Wildly unfair! And six months later, her husband, David, died after five years of paralysis. Some kind of unimaginable sequential departure of the most beloved people. I didn’t have the strength to come to terms with it... And yet I managed to cope with myself. She managed to somehow suppress her grief, her persistent sadness. I found strength in myself. The soul cannot be allowed to become dead. The former joy of life, of course, did not return, but the very state of being able to live returned. Without self-reproach. After much thought and soul-searching, I came to the conclusion that I have no debt. Not in front of anyone. Even if they want to ask me under torture: tell me,
What have you not done in life, what torments you, what do you regret? This may sound strange and hard to believe, but I don’t find anything like that...
I saved my own as best I could. I bought my mother an apartment next to us. And I found an assistant, because she no longer walked and could not do anything on her own, and I did not have the opportunity to devote all my time to her, since I had a seriously ill husband at home. But I went there every day, did everything, called ten times a day. And because of this, David was jealous, irritated, he wanted more attention for himself. This was our hot spot. I cried: “Why are you torturing me?! Don’t you understand: if I don’t be like this with my mother, I won’t be able to be like this with you?!” 
When David got sick, the doctors told me: “Why are you sitting next to him day and night? A stroke is a serious illness, the likelihood that he will return to a full life is scanty. Have pity on yourself, go away, we do everything that can and should be done...” It was very strange for me to hear this, and I explained: “My place on earth is where he is.” David was in hospitals for many months. First there was a stroke, which left him paralyzed, then there was a difficult operation - excision of two aneurysms, then a pacemaker was inserted into him.
I understood perfectly well that for a strong, powerful, stern man to be in a physically helpless position is a huge psychological trauma. And here I really want to praise myself. I didn't give my husband the opportunity to feel
helpless. His mind and speech were normal, only part of his body failed - his left arm and leg did not work. But all these years he was not excluded from life for a minute. In the pauses between operations, I carried David on the plane in a stroller with me on tour - to Germany, Israel, the Emirates... I did everything to ensure that he lived as always. So that you don't feel disabled. I even bought a car, and they attached some special thing inside it, with its help David could turn the steering wheel with one hand. And just in case, I sat next to him and watched him twist... My husband was given a disability, which prohibits him from working, but he is entitled to some kind of pension. People are fussing about this one. But I got him another disability - with the right to work in specially created conditions. Then she went to the head doctor of the clinic, where David worked as the head of the department, and said: “Let me pay my husband’s salary myself, just let him think that he gets it here.” And Mikhail Yakovlevich Kanauzov - a golden man - answered: “Let him work.” And once every two weeks, David and I went there - it seemed like he controlled the work of his employees. I am proud that I gave David the opportunity to remain an absolutely safe person until the end of his days - the same as always, the head of the house. It happened that he could shout at me. And I never snapped: “Shut up!” - She didn’t shrug it off: “I know how myself.” On the contrary, I did nothing without asking my husband’s consent. I completely consciously sought advice on absolutely all issues. Moreover, David’s decision was indisputable. And, believe me, it didn’t depress me at all. David was always my ruler, and I got used to everything
ask his permission. Friends were sometimes perplexed: “Why are you obeying him so much?” I answered: “I’m fine.” I really humble myself easily, I have never had the need to insist on my own. First of all, this seems stupid to me. And secondly, it is impossible not to take into account the fact that for more than 20 years I worked as a secretary-translator in the Russian representative office of the most prestigious Japanese newspaper, Asahi Shimbun. And in the Japanese mentality there is a cult of modesty, which, by the way, I really liked: don’t interrupt your interlocutor, don’t go first, don’t demand anything... They seem to be structured differently than we are, but I found it very easy with them. Because this humility has been ingrained in me since childhood, from asking permission from my parents. And here, by virtue of my position, I was subordinate - the boss was above me, and I had to do only as he told me. And this became both my character and way of existence...
“Golden balls of that distant time...”
There were no aristocrats in my family tree. The family is the most ordinary. Ordinary people are honest, decent, merciful, and therefore hard-living people. My grandfather on my mother’s side, Yakov Isaakovich with the funny surname Limon, was once a traveling salesman, selling leather. My mother’s mother, Maria Vasilievna Fomina, graduated from high school at one time and was educated and well-read. It was she who forced me to study dictionaries and read books, copying out clever phrases from there, so that I could learn to speak well. Thanks to her, eloquence became my distinctive feature. Always
everyone paid attention: “How Larisa presents it so well!” By the way, I speak Japanese in the same varied and colorful way. My grandmother took me to the theater group of the House of Pioneers. To celebrate, I immediately imagined myself as a princess in the lead role, but I was only entrusted with portraying a wave - together with another girl, we shook the curtain. But I didn’t suffer much from this. Grandmother said: “Larisochka, remember: don’t fly above the clouds, don’t stand on the fool’s point.” And this was said to me so edifyingly and so often that I gradually got used to it...
My father, Alexey Davidovich Rubalsky, has been gone for a very long time, 33 years old. He was a wonderful person. I am a copy of him: I walk just like him, waddle, like a duck, I smile exactly the same, I’m also good-natured in character... Only now I’ve got a much more life-changing experience. 
prosperous. And my father’s was very difficult. He was born in the Ukrainian town of Yesterday. There are countless brothers and sisters in the family. His name was Aizik then. It was later - times were like this - that I changed my Jewish name, thanks to which I was already registered as Larisa Alekseevna... When the war began, my father turned 21. He was enrolled in the flight squad in Panevezys, preparing combat aircraft for takeoff. Returned home to ashes. The hut was burned to the ground, and my parents, two sisters and many other relatives were shot. I learned that they were being led to be shot, stabbing them in the back with bayonets. I saw a mass grave in the forest, the ground above which, as they said, was still moving for some time after the execution, because some unfortunate people were buried alive... After my father was demobilized, he went to Moscow and entered the Air Force
academy. Once I went to a dance with a fellow cadet and met Alechka, my mother. Soon they got married, I was born. Since Jews were not held in high esteem at that time, the pope was expelled from the academy. He got a job at school. I worked with my mother: she was in charge of housekeeping, and he taught labor and military affairs... My father was loved by everyone who knew him. I simply adored him. The only thing I regret in life is that my dad never found out that I started writing poetry, and never saw me on TV...
After the war, life was hard. My brother and I didn’t have any “want”, “give”, “buy”. There was not even a thought of taking any liberties. So I learned Japanese. Because mom said so. I had just graduated from pedagogy when my mother accidentally saw in “Evening” an advertisement for enrollment in Japanese language courses. "U
“Your head is structured in a special way,” she said, “you will be able to remember things that others cannot.” And I obediently went to the courses. All this was very useful later, when I started working with the Japanese... But I didn’t shine at school. In the characteristics issued as an appendix to the certificate, it is written: mental abilities - average... After a year, after school we had an evening for alumni. I was already studying at a pedagogical institute then. At the evening, our teacher came up to talk about college life to all my classmates, but she didn’t seem to notice me. And I said: “By the way, I’m studying at a university.” She even threw up her hands in surprise: “It can’t be!..” I don’t know whether it was luck or not, but I’m not used to sticking my head beyond the bar that I set for myself. I have everything now
time feeling that she is above me.
“So what if you got burned and aren’t very young?”
The Japanese have a wise proverb: “Every meeting is the beginning of separation.” This is true. And often these separations are very painful. But even if scars remain in the soul, over time they heal and stop hurting. And we must always remember this.
There have also been painful situations in my life. It hurt a lot. Let's say this is my first true love. I was very passionate about one young man. He charmed me. We met at the subway exit. I walked somewhat tired, after another mental trauma, waiting for new love. Suddenly I see the one I could only dream about standing there. And at that very moment He comes up to me, says something, sees me off and... our love begins with all that it entails. I'm at the top of my happiness. Soon after we met, it turns out that my lover is a test pilot. Well, it was immediately obvious - so courageous, broad-shouldered, with courage, bravery in his eyes... One day he warned that he had to leave - to test some supernova aircraft. He even shared that the probability of death is very high. Finally, he said: “If I don’t call in three days, know that something irreparable has happened. I ask only one thing: don’t forget about me, remember at least on Aviation Day...” How I lived these three days, I don’t know. I remember reading all the newspapers and constantly listening to the radio. I was terribly afraid to find out about the heroic death of some test crew. Although at that time such things were rarely written about... 
Three days later, my beloved did not call me. Realizing that I would never know the truth in our country, I shed tears and grieved over the passing of this wonderful, heroically deceased man. I couldn’t forget him, I kept walking and suffering... One day, with the same persistent sadness in my heart, I went into the subway and suddenly heard a familiar voice. I turn my head - it’s him. Doesn't see me. And he says to a fool like me: “Know this: if I don’t show up in three days, it means I died during the tests...” A terrible blow. My fists were itching, I really wanted to beat him - to frantically beat him, scratch him, just physically destroy him. But, alas, I can’t do that. At my core, I can’t stand any kind of showdowns, I never sort things out with anyone... Now, of course, it’s funny to remember all this, that’s why I write: “So what if I was burned and not very young, because there are no burns left on my heart and a trace..."
“Whoever said that there are laws in love knows nothing about it”
My last love story, before I married David, was no less terrible and no less absurd than my first love. Again, I loved Him very much, and everything worked out perfectly: my age was 28, he was 32, his views, biographical data were similar, and he was single, though after a divorce. Plus, he had a place to live, and from time to time I allowed the opportunity to live there for a few days. Before me, he had a wife, who was already married by the time our relationship began. But she did not let go of her ex-husband’s heart, she held it tightly. They met periodically. And as soon as this wife
manifested itself in his life, I was forbidden not only to come to him, but even to call him. I was terribly tormented, I kept thinking: “I want to marry him so much, but how will we live if he has someone else?” And he didn’t hide the fact that he would never stop loving her. One day we celebrated the New Year together, and the first toast he said was that she - that former wife of his - would be in his life forever. I took it very hard, but tried to restrain myself. I sobbed into my pillow, but believed that everything would work out... And one day I couldn’t stand it. Having learned that my rival’s husband had left somewhere and she seemed to be going to visit my fiancé for a few days, I decided to... kill her. By that time, I was already working with the Japanese, and they once gave me a souvenir knife - a small copy of a samurai sword. Sharpened, very sharp, in a wooden case. And I went to kill my homewrecker. For some reason - I probably read a lot of detective stories - I put on a wig and went to see him. I rang the doorbell, he didn't open it. She started shouting: “Open it, I’ll come in anyway!” The answer is silence. “Okay,” I think, “hold on!” And she began to pick the lock with her knife. She poked around for a long, long time and finally opened the door. I flew into the apartment, and the groom was there alone, there was no trace of his wife. He sits and looks at me silently and point-blank. I rushed to him in tears: “I’m sorry! Forgive me, fool! It’s all because I love you so much!..” But he never forgave. Never met me again. And I suffered for a very long time about this.
“I’m thirty years old and I’m not married. as they say, not the first freshness..."
Many people wonder why I am not embarrassed to talk about what
I was looking for a husband, while everyone is trying to hide this. But that's just the way I am. There are people who understand themselves more, but I try to understand life. My eyes look outward, not inward. It's been like that since my youth. At the age of 17, after school, I went to work as a typist in the editorial office of a magazine. I typed on a typewriter, delved into life, looked at the adults - there were poets and writers there, everything was so interesting. Suddenly one typist, six years older than me, said: “Listen, I won’t go to work tomorrow or the day after tomorrow - I’ll go get an abortion from Volodka.” And Volodka is the head of the department, a famous person. For me the sky just fell. I thought that even if I kissed someone, I had to hide it because it was uncomfortable, but here it is... I ask: “Valya, how can you talk about it so openly? What are you doing?!” And she answered: “I will teach you one piece of wisdom. You see, if I start hiding, the information will somehow leak out. It’s the same if I tell a secret to just one person. There will definitely be gossip, everyone will point their fingers at me: there’s Valka so-and-so, she had an abortion from Volodka, well, it’s necessary... And since I told everyone about it myself, interest disappeared, they say, just think, what’s the matter... “I digested all this science in my head and came to the following conclusion: you can’t hide from everyone, but if others talk about me, they will present everything in their own interpretation: but Lariska, it turns out, is like that, she runs after men! And if I start talking about myself with a smile, then no one will see anything bad in it... I don’t believe it when they say: “We live well in a civil marriage.” Well, even if a man says that, I’ll understand, but a woman... I’m sure that everyone wakes up and falls asleep with the same thought: get officially married, sign. There is no escape from this: all aunts want to be a wife. And this is the true truth: “I’m thirty years old, and I’m not married. / As they say, not the first freshness. / And in the heart of feelings there are such deposits, / Such a reserve of love and tenderness...” This is an endless string of women’s destinies. By the way, do you know how the first line was born? I didn't invent it. Once in GUM a girl caught up with me, stopped me and, addressing me on a first-name basis, as if we had known each other for a long time, said: “Why are you walking so fast? I need to talk to you for a long time...” I ask: “What is it, dear, what are your problems?” - "What problems?! - she screamed directly. - Thirty years old and not married! These are the problems." And I just have to figure out the rest... 
I understood her. I haven’t forgotten the time when all my friends had been married for a long time, and I just couldn’t find a husband. Absolutely all the men left me. I suffered madly and didn’t understand why this was happening. I kept thinking: “Am I the worst of all, or what? The girl seems to be good, not cheeky, not demanding - she’s ready to buy movie tickets herself and give gifts on February 23rd. And for some reason they treacherously abandon me...” Then she wrote in verse: “We parted on good terms, he is not my enemy at all. / Everything was as it should be, but everything turned out wrong...” But I never parted with anyone on good terms. And I don’t think that this is possible at all. If everything is fine, then why break up? They break up when things get bad. And when I hear: “We broke up on good terms, and our relationship continues, I just started living with someone else, and he with someone else,” I’m perplexed. I could never do that.
If people break up, it means someone hurt someone...
I tried really hard to please everyone. Knowledge of the Japanese language trumped me. Everyone was surprised: wow, how it chirps! But they still didn’t invite me to get married. And I really wanted to feel like a married woman - to look after my husband, feed him, wash him. Of course, it was a shame that no one needed me. I felt some kind of inferiority. My parents suffered with me. Dad periodically brought me some sons of his friends, but as soon as I saw them, I ran away. I didn’t like them at all... By the age of 28, I was in a state of real panic. I searched actively. She told everyone: “I need the right person. So that I don’t go out, don’t drink, so that I understand my interests - I would read something, I would love poetry. Normal, in general. With whom I could live as a family."
“You are not a hero from my novel...”
Galina Borisovna Volchek decided to marry me off. She is my old, kind, lifelong friend. My constant morning interlocutor - we talk on the phone in the morning: “How are you feeling, what did you eat?..” We first met a long time ago, in a common company on vacation in Yalta. And it happens like this: heart to heart reaches out. So, she introduced me to her wonderful friend, now my beloved Tata, who organized a meeting for me with David.
Seeing David for the first time, I immediately bucked: “I don’t want this! This is not the hero of my novel.” Large, dark-haired, and I have always loved small, blond ones. But the father said: “So, this is it: stop! He is 36, you are 30. That's it. You're at the finish line
straight. All the good ones were taken away. What's left is what's left. And what are you even thinking about? She herself asked for a decent one. They found it for you. Look what a reliable person he is.” And I resigned myself. David and I started dating, and in some strange way this relationship drew me in. Now I know for sure: not a single novel of mine could end with such great love, such a good, long, prosperous family life. In which the spouses were drawn not to the other side, but to each other. In which there was no irritation. In which disagreements were disputes between like-minded people, and not squabbles between enemies. I loved David very much... I don’t even consider my entire adult life before him to be life, it was just preparation. Such a spiral staircase that I climbed to get to the top...
I got my husband after a difficult ordeal that happened in his life. Due to serious problems at work, his wife left him, simply abandoned him. He was left alone, depressed. But I have a highly developed merciful feeling, and I immediately felt very sorry for David. I tried to take care of him in every possible way so that he would forget about all the bad things. She didn’t allow me to remember this. Simply put, she began to bring him back to life. Although she herself was all wounded by her past stories...
David was always inclined towards art and theater, but he did not succeed in doing this professionally; he became a doctor. However, among his friends the nickname “Dentist Meyerhold” stuck to him. He kept looking for where to find application for his interests. And suddenly he saw some abilities in me, it seemed to him that I wrote well. And he 
started sculpting me and encouraging me to be creative. Became my Doctor Higgins. Thanks to his efforts, I began to slowly acquire some literary shape. And he did everything to make these outlines visible. After which he and I gave birth to success together. Or rather, this is entirely the merit of David, he constantly pulled me up. Every now and then he said: “Write, we’ll show it to so and so.” And from somewhere he dug up either composers or performers. The first was Volodya Migulya, who treated David’s teeth. In general, we didn’t have any bohemian acquaintances. But gradually they reached out to us, and we, as we said, entered this show business. And it just so happened that almost all the poems I wrote, and there were more than five hundred of them, became songs.
“I didn’t ask for anything from life, although sometimes I couldn’t breathe”
I really hoped that someday David and I would have children. But it didn't work out. I still don’t know why, but I have never been pregnant. I was terribly worried. I did everything to make this happen. Everything that gynecological science could do at that time. I went to hospitals endlessly. Unsuccessfully. At that time, there were no current medical capabilities such as all sorts of extracorporeal things. I waited for a long time, believed, and then I realized that it was too late, and I stopped dreaming... I categorically disagree with the opinion that if a woman does not have children, this is her punishment for some sins. It’s just that justice in this world does not always triumph. And each person also has his own life line, destiny -
Fate... But we still had children. When I appeared in David’s life, his daughter Ira was seven years old. He brought her to me and said: “Ira, remember: Larisa is the main person for me. And you are a very important person to me. If you treat her well, you will be in my life. If it doesn’t work out, no...” I never gave a reason for it to be bad. Everything was always normal between us, and now, after David’s death, it’s the same. Ira is already an adult, she has a child. Works as a dentist. I am glad to hear her calls, and if she suddenly disappears, I worry and call myself... And my main child is my niece Svetka, the daughter of Valera, my brother. I'm very protective of her. She is also a dentist for us - everyone followed David’s example. Svetlana has already given birth to a baby, Artemka, whom I now push in a stroller. And gradually her mother, Leroy, and I get used to
status of grandmothers... Victoria Tokareva, with whom we have been close friends for a very long time, somehow in response to my complaint: “Yes, what an age, old age has already come...” - replied: “Larissa, calm down, you still have the stopping distance of youth..." A very encouraging phrase. In general, she doesn’t indulge me too much in her assessments. Recently she said: “Larissa, I saw you on TV, your face is overflowing.”
“And I think the best food is cutlets, and pasta to go with them.”
I don't follow any fad diets, I prefer to stay the way I am. I don't know if this is good or bad, but it is true. How do I reason? If I lose weight, my face will only become dull, but overall nothing will change - I still won’t become slender and long-legged, like an elegant gazelle. And by the way: when I was young, I was quite thin and at the same time completely ugly, and, I repeat, no one got married until I was 30 years old. And when she got fat, she married David, became successful, earning good money. So I don't want to lose weight. My completeness is my talisman. One day I clearly formulated this idea: success comes to me as my size increases... And besides, I like to be like everyone else, like most women. Recently I appeared in an episode of a TV program, and my friends immediately began to call me reproachfully: “Why are you walking around like all the women - in an ordinary coat, in an ordinary hat, you must stand out at least a little.” And I don't stand out. I don’t want to, and I can’t do anything about it. Well, there is no craving for this. And I don’t have such a destiny. You know, the Japanese have a proverb: “Ripe rice keeps its head down.” IN
this symbol is a sign of modesty. Apparently I'm already ripe rice.
“But the impossible is possible - pain will one day become a thing of the past...”
It seems to many that when a woman becomes famous, she plunges into a luxurious life, surrounded by a bunch of fans. It’s probably not entirely good to admit this, but I’ll say it as it is: neither before David, nor during, nor after, no one ran after me, no one wanted to conquer me, no one offered me anything. And I didn’t have a great life. Yes, it has become noticeable, bright, but - alas! - not a single person called or wrote that they dreamed of meeting me. And now, to be honest, I don’t need anyone, I already want to live the way I live. (Smiling.) Although it would still be interesting... They say that there are aunties older than me, and after they became widows, they started something on the personal front. Let’s say even she doesn’t want it, but someone still offers her something. But no one offers me anything. I don’t know why...
I went through a difficult period after David left. I try to live a full life. She just moved to a different stage. I wasn't alone before, but now I'm alone. No one is waiting for me, no one misses me. That's all that has changed... (With a bitter smile.) Otherwise, everything is fine: I have an awful lot of work. And this is very good. Of course, in my situation it would be possible to abandon everything altogether - and so much has already been written. But I don’t give up, I don’t let go of life, I don’t give it the opportunity to twist me. Here, look: I have my nails done, my hair is styled, I walk neatly, the house is clean, there is not a speck of dust anywhere. I continue to go on tour and give concerts endlessly. I write dedications, scripts for birthdays, weddings, professional holidays - verses about pipelayers and oil pipeline workers. I can do all this. But poems about love are not written now. I can not. I don’t want to write about sad things, but I have nothing else in my soul today. Although I try very hard to forget, not to take it into my head, not to remember. I force myself to think about anything but this. I don’t review photographs, videos, or letters. I can not yet. This is how I save myself...
Dr. David Rosenblat. “It was a quick, instant death after a serious illness,” Larisa Alekseevna shared with a Life.ru correspondent, newsru.co.il reports.
Recently, David Rosenblat suffered a stroke and surgery. Last Saturday, as Life.ru writes, he celebrated his 70th birthday.
The couple lived together for more than 30 years. During this time, Larisa Rubalskaya's husband became her friend, adviser, and producer. “He is the main evaluator of all my states,” admits the poetess, songwriter of many Russian stars.
Rubalskaya was introduced to her future husband by friends, who hoped that a holiday romance would arise from this acquaintance. However, as the poetess herself admits, she was already 30 years old at that time, and she passionately dreamed of getting married.
“At one time, I went to the library, like the heroine of the film “Moscow Doesn’t Believe in Tears”: I put on glasses and looked at who was taking the smart books,” the poetess recalls in an interview with AiF.
However, over time, she came to the idea that she “needed to look for her husband among her own people”: “Snares, nets, and flags were placed. I asked all my friends to find me a groom, they searched and searched. And finally, they found him. Now he’s old he was so cute back then."
According to Rubalskaya, David was not the hero of her novel. By the time they met, he was divorced and worked as a dentist. However, the parents not only approved of their daughter’s choice, but insisted that their relationship continue. “If you miss this chance, you will be a fool. Because he is a decent man,” they said.
Over time, it became obvious to the couple’s friends that David and Larisa were very suitable for each other. “He and I are absolutely the same internally: we have the same concepts of good and evil, loyalty and betrayal,” the poetess admitted in an interview with jewish.ru.
It was her husband who helped Larisa Rubalskaya take the first step in creativity. For him, she began to compose songs based on well-known motives. “Write, write, you’re doing well,” he said.
Thanks to her husband, the famous singer Vladimir Migulya learned about Rubalskaya’s first professional work. One day he came to see David Rosenblat, and “while he was sitting in his chair with his mouth open,” the doctor was praising his wife’s doggerel with all his might. Soon the singer called and said that Valentina Tolkunova would perform Rubalskaya’s song, writes fpss.ru.
Over time, Rosenblatt became a support for his wife in all matters related to creativity: he prepared her evenings, came up with scripts, concluded contracts, met with administrators, artists, sponsors... But most importantly, he was the first judge of her creations.
“My husband. Although he is a doctor by profession, he has a great sense of all the ups and downs. In principle, for me there is no greater authority than him. His advice is enough,” the poetess said in an interview.
At the same time, it was possible to maintain warm, trusting relationships in the family for several decades largely thanks to the efforts of Rubalskaya herself. “In principle, you need to try less to prove your own rightness and agree more with the male point of view. And then just do it your own way, but in such a way that he always considers himself the main one in the house and knows that everything depends on him. It’s better that way. And for me besides, for example, I like to obey more than to lead,” quotes Larisa Alekseevna as saying
Larisa Rubalskaya became the heroine of the “Secret to a Million” program. The 72-year-old poetess was very frank with presenter Lera Kudryavtseva. She sincerely told how she experienced the death of her closest people. The woman lost her father early, her mother and her beloved younger brother unexpectedly died, she fought for the life of her husband David Rosenblatt for five years.
Rubalskaya also revealed a secret about her first husband. “Let’s not use this high title very often in relation to that person,” Larisa Alekseevna asked before telling how she met her future husband.
She met a young man when she worked as a typist at the Smena newspaper, she was 19, and she saw him coming down the stairs.
“I was 19 years old, I had a fiancé, I promised to remain faithful, but very quickly I forgot about my promise. Years go by, I’m almost 20, should I wait for him? Suddenly I see a creature in a gray jacket with a phone in his hands. I tell other typists: “This is the guy I’m going to kiss today.” And so the idiotic story began,” said Larisa.
Later it turned out that the young man was married and would soon become a father for the first time. But young Larisa did not know about this. “He fascinated me because he knew “Evenings on the Farm” by heart. He was a schizophrenic person, but I didn’t know about it,” Larisa recalled.
As the poetess said, they “kissed” all fall, and in the spring they began going to the empty apartment of a young man’s friend. Then Larisa fell ill, was hospitalized, and underwent kidney surgery. Having heard the nurses talking - they say, she’s such a good girl, but she’s already been cut all over, no one will marry her now - Larisa decided to tell her parents about the affair.
“I left the hospital. I found out that he was married and already had a child. Moreover, I had to tell my mother and father that I had “an affair” with him. I should probably get married. He got divorced, we got married. Life was very bad. He was a parasite, a drunkard, he had no money...” recalls Larisa.
Despite the difficulties, Larisa, by her own admission, lived in her legal first marriage for four years. She filed for divorce only after learning that her husband’s first wife was again expecting a child from him. The man was very worried - he even tried to commit suicide.
“I collected my two things and left. He suffered so much for me - he even cut my veins! I was a fool, of course. And love... Well, there was physical attraction. I think he’s been gone for a long time,” Rubalskaya said.
Larisa Rubalskaya got married again only after 30 years. Friends introduced her to dentist David Rosenblat. And although at first they did not like each other, their life together was happy. But Larisa’s children were not born that way. Rubalskaya admitted that she was very worried about the diagnosis of “primary infertility,” but with age she came to terms and calmed down.
Do you know where Larisa Rubalskaya studied and worked? The biography and personal life of the poetess - all this is described in detail in the article. We wish you pleasant reading!
Biography of Larisa Rubalskaya
Our heroine was born on September 24, 1945 in Moscow. Who were her parents? Father, Alexey Davidovich, taught labor lessons in one of the capital's schools. And the mother, Alexandra Yakovlevna, was in charge of the economic department there. Larisa has a brother, Valera, who is 5 years younger than her. They were always very friendly.
The biography of Larisa Rubalskaya indicates that she had certain difficulties with her studies. But this is not because our heroine was stupid. She just found school boring. The girl wanted to spend more time outside, breathe fresh air and play with neighbor children.
Student years
Teachers did not recommend Larisa to enter a university. In their opinion, she should receive secondary specialized education. But the girl did not listen to their advice. She entered the philological faculty of the pedagogical institute, choosing a correspondence course of study. Larisa was not going to sit on her parents' neck. Therefore, in her free time from studying, she worked as a librarian, typist and proofreader. Then she managed to get a job at Smena magazine.
In 1970, Rubalskaya received a university diploma. She could get a job at school as a teacher of Russian language and literature. But it didn’t work out. And then Larisa realized that teaching was not the main calling in her life.
In 1973, our heroine enrolled in Japanese language courses. She successfully completed all stages of training. Next, Larisa was expected to find a job at the Sputnik youth travel agency. But Rubalskaya did not work there for long. The girl moved to the State Concert. She spent the next few years working for a Japanese television company and the Asahi newspaper.
Larisa Rubalskaya, biography: poems
The first person to recognize the poetic talent in our heroine was her husband. We'll talk about it a little later. Rubalskaya’s husband read the poems she wrote and decided to show them to composer Vladimir Migula. He, as a professional, highly appreciated the material. Soon V. Migulya wrote music to the words of Rubalskaya. A wonderful composition called “Memory” was learned, which was later performed by Valentina Tolkunova. Thus began the biography of Larisa Rubalskaya as a songwriter.
Since 1984, she has actively collaborated with various composers and performers. Rubalskaya's popularity peaked in the 90s. Her name was known not only in narrow musical circles, but also among listeners. Of course, she was the author of such hits as “The Hijacker,” “Daughter,” “Transit Passenger” and others. At various times she collaborated with Irina Allegrova, Philip Kirkorov, and singer Alsou. This list of Russian pop stars can be continued for quite a long time.
Achievements
The biography of Larisa Rubalskaya (poetess) is of interest to her many fans. Today, our heroine is the author of more than 600 poems, which have turned into wonderful songs. Rubalskaya is regularly invited to participate in the jury of various music competitions. And she always enjoys attending such events.
Larisa continues to give concerts and also publish collections and cycles of poetry. Rubalskaya's latest hobby was cooking. The poetess loves to experiment in the kitchen, creating new dishes.
Personal life
In her youth, Larisa Rubalskaya often fell in love, but without reciprocity. The guys didn't pay attention to her, didn't ask her out and didn't give her flowers. During her student years, Larisa had novels, but they did not continue. When our heroine turned 30, the girl realized that she was ripe for family and children. However, there were no worthy candidates on the horizon.
Soon fate gave Larisa true love. A friend introduced her to a tall blond dentist, David Rosenblatt. At first Rubalskaya did not like the man. But he turned out to be persistent. Their romance developed rapidly. Six months later, David proposed to Larisa. She agreed.
The couple lived in the place for 33 years. They had no children. Several years ago, David suffered a stroke, which led to paralysis of the body. In May 2009, Larisa Rubalskaya became a widow. She still loves her husband and prays for him.
Finally
The biography of Larisa Rubalskaya is an example of how a person can change his own destiny. Our heroine faced many trials, but she was able to overcome them. This strong, smart and sweet woman deserves respect and admiration.
Larisa Rubalskaya is a Soviet and Russian poetess, author of poetic texts for songs, translator, Honored Artist of the Russian Federation and member of the Moscow Writers Union. Rubalskaya jokingly calls herself “a person of late development” because she got married late and began her poetic biography late. But the late start did not interfere with a successful career and personal life.
Childhood and youth
Larisa Rubalskaya is a native Muscovite. She was born on September 24, 1945. Her childhood was during the difficult post-war years. Larisa’s father, a Jew by nationality, worked as a labor teacher at a school, and her mother was in charge of the household department at the same educational institution. The times were difficult, so Larisa’s parents had no time for education - they had to work to feed the family. In 1949, the girl had a younger brother, Valery.
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Larisa Rubalskaya in childhood
Larisa Rubalskaya did not like lessons at school; they seemed boring to her. The girl wanted to play in the fresh air, breathe, laugh. After school, she was given the appropriate description: her mental abilities are average, she studies irregularly, and it is not recommended to go to college. True, with a note that Larisa is a good friend and an active participant in amateur performances.
The girl got a job as a typist at the Literary Institute and soon received a new reference, which said that she was not late for work and typed without errors.
Larisa Rubalskaya in her youth with classmates
The next stage was studying at a pedagogical institute, at the faculty of Russian philology. After graduation, Larisa Rubalskaya got a job at school, but stayed there for 2 weeks. The reason for the dismissal was a lesson in the 5th grade, when Larisa Alekseevna told the students that in the fairy tale “Morozko” she saw only one positive character - a dog who barked the truth.
The poetess jokes that her work book resembles a three-volume book - in her youth she worked as a librarian, proofreader, and teacher. In 1973, Rubalskaya enrolled in Japanese language courses and successfully completed them. She worked as a translator for a long time, until poetry drove the Japanese out of her life.
Poetry
Larisa Alekseevna became a songwriter after 40 years. Her husband was the first to consider her gift, and he gave the start to her career when he showed poetry to composer Vladimir Migula. And soon she sang the song “Memory”, the lyrics for which were written by Larisa Rubalskaya, and the music by Vladimir Migulya. From that moment on, Rubalskaya’s career as a songwriter began. Her songs are heard in every “Song of the Year”.
Larisa Rubalskaya writes about everything - about the meaning of life, about love, about loneliness, but the main theme of the poetess’s poems was thoughts about a woman, which are autobiographical in nature, about what it is like to be a woman, about a woman’s lot, age and attitude. A frequent image in Rubalskaya’s poetry is autumn, which the poetess also metaphorically connects with her own life and age.
In the 90s, Larisa Alekseevna was at the peak of her popularity. She wrote “My Little Daughter” and “Live in Peace, Country” for, “The Hijacker” and “Transit Passenger” for, “Vain Words” for, “Strange Woman” for, “I’m Guilty, Guilty” for. The poetess does not work directly with artists, she collaborates with composers.
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Larisa Rubalskaya and Alexander Malinin
Larisa Rubalskaya is the author of almost 600 poems, which turned into hits and compositions beloved by many. She is often invited to serve on the jury of song competitions. The woman happily gives concerts and publishes collections of her poetic lyrics. The poetess's books are published and republished almost every year.
Larisa Rubalskaya is no stranger to humor and self-irony. The poetess writes funny sketches about how she gets old, about stupid habits and her own mistakes and weaknesses. Her favorite theme of her works is reflections on women. These are the poems “Diana the Huntress”, “Lyubanya”, “Ah, Madame! It suits you to be happy”, “Woman in a Cloak” and others. Often the author’s poems are used as greeting lines on postcards “Happy Birthday”, “Happy March 8th” and other holidays.
Personal life
There were great disappointments in Larisa's personal life. The poetess's first husband had feelings for his ex-wife, with whom he continued to openly meet. At times it seemed to Larisa that out of jealousy she was turning into “Othello in a skirt.” The girl desperately tried to find family happiness.
Read also 6 famous women who got married after 50 yearsCloser to 30, a friend introduced Larisa Rubalskaya to a friend of a friend. The poetess admits that at first she didn’t like the man, but she agreed to meet him again. After the second meeting, no miracle happened either. The feelings arose later.
While at the resort, Larisa began writing letters to David, in which she drew funny pictures from life. In all the drawings the girl depicted herself alone. Then the man took decisive action: he followed Larisa to the sea. They were already returning home as a couple. And six months later they got married and lived happily together for 33 years.