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Dedicated to all women and all those who, having closed one door, found themselves in a vacuum and stand in indecision before the next. Few of us know how to accept with joy and gratitude what is given. But it's really not that easy to do. “Everything that is done is for the better,” is most often heard, but not understood. But letting this truth in is what faith is. And it will pay off, trust me.

On that day, for the first time, the realization came to me that I was Yulia Baranovskaya. No, of course, I always bore this name, but I have been throughout for long years rather the wife of Andrei Arshavin, and a little later - the ex-wife. We were filming an advertisement for Libriderm cream, and they brought me layouts, and then I saw the inscription under my photo “TV presenter Yulia Baranovskaya”. I became their face and my name was written in capital letters. I looked at the inscription under this advertisement, and understood - this is me, this is my last name, and being Baranovskaya is cool!

Looking at the layout, I recalled how quite recently Andrei's mother shouted: “You were never Arshavin. You have nothing to do with our family. You are nobody". She could not understand in any way that I, on the contrary, denied their surname and avoided fame of this kind. I didn’t want to be an adjective to someone’s name, a makeweight, and even more so, in order to be famous, I didn’t need their last name.

Even during the period when Andrei and I were together, I never shone at the expense of him. Over the years, I just was there - these were Andrey's victories and his glory, and I was his wife and did not pretend in any way to his popularity, even a small piece of it. If someone told me that I helped him achieve everything, I didn’t listen, left, and today I try to do the same. His mother simply does not understand what it means to be responsible for another person, not to be yourself, to be afraid even to speak out openly, because this may affect his reputation as well.

And here is my name. I read my last name again in order to properly feel the moment, I am Yulia Baranovskaya, and not the ex-wife of football player Andrei Arshavin. To be honest, I still couldn't believe what was written. All the changes in my life have not changed my attitude towards fame.

I shy away from her, the words "glory" or "star" in relation to me are rather frightening than flattering pride. I understand that I have a talk show on Channel One, that people recognize me, and yet this has not changed my character. But one thing I can say for sure - I achieved everything in my new life on my own.

Probably, if three years ago, when Andrey plagued me with his departures and returns, his attitude towards the family, they told me that it would be so, I would not have believed it. I didn’t just not believe it, but I would have thought that they were trying to divorce me or calm me down. Or just a person gone crazy - whatever, but I would not believe it. Because at that moment it was almost impossible to believe in such a thing. I was crushed, my life is over. Yesterday they called me the wife of Andrei Arshavin, and suddenly all the newspapers printed that I was a cohabitant, a mistress. Yesterday Andrei and I were a wonderful loving couple, and today he calls me names last words and threatens to put a pregnant woman with children on the street. At that moment, I was so confused that I no longer understood what was happening and who I was.

I still think where was that last straw, after which it became clear that it was time to end and we must return our lives. When did this moment happen? And I still don't know the answer. But what I know for sure: if I had not run away from Andrey, I would have gone crazy, having completely lost respect for myself ...

In September 2011, I started having nightmares. Almost every night I woke up in a cold sweat and could not understand what was going on. Once I dreamed that I was in a plane crash and came to my dead grandmother: “Granny, I feel so bad. I am constantly tormented by hellish pain, as if every cell of my body is torn to pieces. And the grandmother calmly replied: “Nothing, everything will pass, granddaughter, everything will pass. Everything will be delayed."

By that time, we had been living in London for more than two years, and after Andrei's bright start, problems began at the Arsenal club - he firmly sat on the bench. In football language, this means that Andrei was on the team, received money, but hardly played, and by December he began to lose shape. Ahead, in 2012, the European Championship, and the captain of the national team had practically no match practice. In fact, this was the last Euro in Andrey's life, he would not have played in the next one because of his age - the age of an athlete is not so long. Of course, Dick Advocaat, at that time the coach of the Russian national team, would have taken him like this: he had unlimited trust in Andrei, but for his own peace of mind he needed to play on permanent basis. And if he had sat on the bench for half a year, he would have felt in insufficiently good physical shape - Andrei himself understood this very well.

As usual, help came at the very last moment. It was at this time that Danny broke down at Zenit, and the club's management offered Andrei to help both himself before the Euro and his native club - to go there for several months on loan. The negotiations did not go smoothly. Andrey flatly refused: “The middle of the year, my children go to school, Yulia is pregnant with her third child. I won’t pull the children in the middle of the school and I won’t leave Yulia alone with them. How can I leave my pregnant wife?” There is no place for selfishness in the family, I understood better than anyone how much my husband needs match practice, how important it is for all of us that he show himself at the Euro, and I personally persuaded him to agree to go to Zenit. I myself wonder: knowing what will happen next, would I do it again? Or did you just not believe that this could happen?

In fact, I then stepped over myself. The family should be together - this was and is my main principle. But apparently, at that moment I was focused on the child inside me and on the ambitions of my husband, so I myself insisted that we could handle it, and calmly let Andrei go to St. Petersburg. In March, by the resumption of games in the Russian championship, he should leave for Zenit, and in August, by the new season, return to Arsenal. All this time, the children and I were going to often come to him in St. Petersburg, and he, at the first opportunity, to visit us in London.

The two months in London that we lived before he left for Zenit became the second for us honeymoon. We completely stopped noticing anyone around and plunged into the world of home comfort. All day long we cooked together, watched films, talked with children. My pregnancy with our third child united us even more: we stopped going to social events and focused on ourselves.

Our last joint New Year was very handsome. We celebrated with the children with friends in London and did not drag gifts for each other there - we knew that we would return not too late. My husband went to great lengths, given my condition, and as I was leaving, I noticed a Boucheron jewelry package.

The evening went wonderfully: in laughter and conversations, he flew by unnoticed, and the expectation only fueled the desire to come home soon and be alone with his family again. In this anticipation, we returned - the gifts were under the tree, as expected. When I opened the package, I was happy as a child. Unpacked, and there are two identical boxes with bows. I got one - a candle. Andrei began to laugh: “Your face should have been filmed on camera. That's not how you play. You have such eyes! .. You are trying to smile, hide disappointment, while there are so many emotions on your face! It turned out that he was given a gift for the purchase and packaged there, and it was I who got it first. The second box contained a beautiful pendant with diamonds.

Andrei and I loved to give each other all sorts of amenities, arrange surprises, and the New Year was our favorite holiday - with letters to Santa Claus and a huge beautiful Christmas tree. At the same time, he did not often give some gifts - only on big significant occasions, but if he gave, then something out of the ordinary - expensive watches, jewelry. And only brands. And this holiday was all the more special because we had to become parents again.

Julia Baranovskaya

All goes to good

© Baranovskaya Yu. G.

©"LLC Publishing House ACT"

It seems to me that there are no chance meetings in life. From a simple passer-by to a person close to you - each of them brings something into your life. stranger, passing by you, can suddenly just take it and smile, and you will remember this smile all day and smile yourself all day, remembering this moment. And someone very close can break your heart, and for a very long time you will furtively wipe away a tear that treacherously welled up from a melody accidentally heard, a word said by someone at the next table, a barely perceptible smell ... But absolutely every one of everyone who was, is and will be in your life, priceless! Because this is forever. This is your baggage of memories, this is what will fill the vessel of your life. I am happy with who and how my vessel is filled today.

My book is still only a few episodes, and not detailed description my life before today. This is just a small part, and not all of my friends, important people and relatives fit on the pages of this book. And I would like to say a huge thank you to everyone, everyone, everyone for having all of you!

Thanks to mom and dad for life and for the sisters, and thanks to the sisters for always being there and just for the fact that I have them. Grandparents, and also my mother sister, her husband, my cousin and my deceased cousin for my happy childhood. Thanks to my children for choosing me as their mother and for the happiness of motherhood. For the fact that love always lives in my heart, the love of a mother for her children, no matter what happens in my life.

Thanks to fate for the fact that I have it the way it is. Thank you faith for coming into my heart and illuminating my life path. Thanks to every place on Earth that I have already visited and thanks in advance to all those places where I will definitely come again.

Special thanks to everyone who helped with the work on the book, and to the great photographer for the cover of this book.

Thank you personally to you who are reading these lines now. Thank you for your interest and for choosing to read my book. Do not judge strictly, I am not a writer, I am just a woman whose world collapsed and turned upside down in one day. And if someday you feel that your world is collapsing, believe that it is collapsing only so that a new one is born, and the new one will definitely be better! Everything in life is for the better! Now I know for sure...

So surprising, but from the very first day of my parting with Andrei, only one phrase was spinning in my head: “The day will come when I will thank him for everything.” And that day has come! Andrey, I want to tell you a huge thank you for every day that we spent together, for everything, everything, everything that was between us WITHOUT EXCEPTIONS! I loved you very much, you were the center of my universe, my life, my meaning. But today it's all in the past. But will be carefully preserved in my casket of memories. Thank you for this past.

And most importantly - thank you for the children! They are wonderful, and each of them was conceived in love, true love between their mom and dad. This is the main thing! But I must confess to you: I really like the way I have become now! I am no longer a footballer's wife. I am Yulia Baranovskaya. That stage of my life is over, and with this book I draw a line in it. Begins new stage And new life. All goes to good!

Dedicated to everyone, women, and all those who, having closed one door, found themselves in a vacuum and stand in indecision before the next. Few of us know how to accept with joy and gratitude what is given. But it's really not that easy to do. “Everything that is done is for the better,” is most often heard, but not understood. But letting this truth in is what faith is. And it will pay off, trust me.

On that day, for the first time, the realization came to me that I was Yulia Baranovskaya. No, of course, I always bore this name, but for many years I was rather the wife of Andrei Arshavin, and a little later - my ex-wife. We were filming an advertisement for Libriderm cream, and they brought me layouts, and then I saw the inscription under my photo “TV presenter Yulia Baranovskaya”. I became their face and my name was written in capital letters. I looked at the inscription under this advertisement, and understood - this is me, this is my last name, and being Baranovskaya is cool!

Life sometimes presents such surprises that you would not wish on your enemy. Sometimes it seems that everything is over, that there is only darkness, but then enlightenment comes. And then you realize that it was worth going through these difficulties. Yulia Baranovskaya, the author of the book “All for the Better,” is also sure of this. This woman long time not perceived as a separate person. She was known as the wife of the world famous football player Andrei Arshavin, the mother of his children, his companion or even cohabitant, then as Arshavin's ex-wife. It seems like people didn't even know her name. But now everything is different.

This book is a confession strong woman who had to go through a lot. Julia tells the story of their relationship with Andrei. For many years everything was in order, but in one far from pleasant moment everything changed. The husband began to show disrespect, ceased to show signs of attention. And when Julia was pregnant with her third child, Andrei left her alone in a foreign country with two children. It was very hard for her, but she decided to cope with everything.

Julia pulled herself together, despite the severe pain of betrayal loved one whom she trusted implicitly. She was able to become such a person who is perceived as a person, and not as free app to Arshavin. She became famous, popular, free and independent. Now, looking back, she says that she is grateful to her ex-husband for such an act, because it was he who pushed her to become a real herself, who she is now. The book is written very truthfully, is read in one breath and causes a storm of various emotions, from sympathy and indignation to admiration.

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The AST publishing house published a book by Yulia “Everything is for the better. Confession ex-wife football player" about her life with her husband and after him. The editors of Woman's Day publish an excerpt from Baranovskaya's candid autobiography.

The whole country followed the story of the divorce of football player Andrei Arshavin and Yulia Baranovskaya. The sports star left his wife on the eve of the birth of their third child. Alone, pregnant, with small children in her arms, Yulia did the impossible. She not only coped with the trouble, but also turned into a successful TV presenter and independent star.

Now Julia is ready to talk about everything frankly.

In August, Andrei came to see the children, and I thought that we should still sit down at the negotiating table, otherwise the lawyers would drag us into an endless showdown. I still took care of him. Otherwise, I would just live in London at the expense of the funds paid to me by the court. After all, Andrey paid for both the school and the house, according to the decision of the judge. All the trump cards were in my hands. It was his accounts that were arrested, it was he who had to pay lawyers over and over again. Still, I took the first step. Again.

I came to his hotel, called him to the reception with a request to talk calmly and without strangers, because the jokes were over and everything had to be resolved somehow. "Room 318. Get up," he replied.

Of course, I went up to the room - I still loved him and missed him very much. We didn't sleep at all. We couldn't part. We couldn't talk. We couldn't stop. It was an endless dialogue.

An endless, incessant dialogue of hands, lips, body ... He said how bad he was. He said that he did not live his own life. He said that he did not live the way he was used to, not the way he liked, that he had to do a huge number of things that he did not want, and how everything annoyed him.

At some point, I saw children's sneakers in his suitcase. Malchukovye. I knew that his woman's child is a year older than Artem.

What's this?

Well, do you understand who these sneakers are for?

I understand that this is something I don't want to understand.

I got sick. He began to cry:

Give these sneakers to Artem, Yul.

It's too late. You didn't bring them to Artyom.

We left the hotel in the morning.

Where are you going? I asked.

I'll go pay for your lawyers,” he replied.

We parted ways. In the evening he took the children, and we all returned together to the hotel, and so we lived for two days before his departure. We slept in the same bed with the children. If they wanted to be alone, they went to the bathroom, as before. And naturally, we agreed on a settlement agreement that was more beneficial to him than to me. Everything he wanted to see was there. My friends even today believe that he went to this apparent reconciliation and deliberately played with me in love. I can’t, I don’t want to believe it, otherwise I will trample myself as a woman. It's just hard not to admit that he had a sober mind at that moment, unlike me. I agreed to anything, even to return to St. Petersburg in order to finally dot the i, resolve all problems, and even stay on good terms ...

Andrew has left. I know for sure that at that moment he lived alone, because every day we talked on Skype for three to four hours. We discussed over and over settlement agreement and the future. He seemed to be inviting me to some sadistic dance. I pushed through one item and looked to see if I would send it or not. Second. The third. And looked again. I made concessions every time. My lawyer repeated a hundred times: “What are you doing? What are you doing?" But I could no longer be stopped, apparently, I had to go through more stages of humiliation in order to finally become free. It is difficult to survive one parting, he left again and again. And every time through hell.

At the same time, his accounts in London were still arrested. So, by and large, everything depended on me. I sign a settlement agreement - everything is fine with him. No - the trial continues and will end for him with much greater expenses.

At that moment, our children and I were running out of visas. They could be extended in London, but it was easier and faster to do it in Russia. Andrey himself invited us to return to St. Petersburg. He said that he would connect Zenith to this issue and go with us to the embassy. With his permission to leave and the petition, we would have received all the documents in our hands in five days.

God, how could anyone trust him? After all, I was safe in London, and when I flew to St. Petersburg with my children, I ended up on its territory, where we depended on Andrey's mood. We arrived in the summer, with a minimum of things, just for a week, and got stuck for a month and a half. Immediately after we signed the settlement agreement, Andrey refused to go to the embassy, ​​and without that, our documents were considered for an incredibly long time. My London friends were shocked. They still cannot forgive themselves that they were on vacation, and I was left without their help and again fell under his influence.

The time came when the children had to go to school, but Andrei did not get in touch and refused to go with me when we were called to the embassy. I had no choice but to go to him.

I only knew the number of the house - I arrived, parked, started looking. I walk and see an ambulance station on the left side, a lot of people - drivers, orderlies smoking, talking about something. Near underground parking. The gates open, a car drives out, Andrey is driving. It so happened that he left and was forced to stop, because I was standing opposite. He rested on my legs and instead of going out and talking, he convulsively blocked the doors, slightly opened the window and started yelling: “Help. I'm Andrey Arshavin, a famous football player, here a fan throws me under the wheels. To be honest, I was dumbfounded. I basically did not understand how to react to it. Two men came running, looked at me, small, thin, at him, they didn’t know what to do. “Young people, please forgive me, but I am his ex-wife. I'm just trying to talk to him,” I told them. And I still remember how one older person turned around and said: “Andrey, you are behaving so ugly, it’s terrible.” Turned around and left. He stayed in the car. I cried and begged, “Open the window. Let's talk. This visa is for children. They need to go to school. They don't have clothes. They have nothing to walk. It's already cold, they only have summer clothes. Please". I was on my knees and wept endlessly. He sat in the car and called someone without looking at me. Two weeks ago, he smiled and said that he would help and solve the remaining issues, and slept with us in the same bed. What's this? Sometimes I think that mental disorder… Otherwise, I just can't explain it.

The humiliation wasn't over, he hadn't enjoyed enough. The security car arrived. From there came two rednecks. They took me and just carried me a couple of meters, and Andrei drove past with a malicious smile. The people at the ambulance station watched with their mouths open. God is his judge for everything.

Someone will say that the situation when I almost died in the hospital was much worse, and his escape from there and his unwillingness to take part in decisions regarding me in any way is much more disgusting. No. Much of it was due to fear. He kept asking the doctors what was the reason for what happened, until my girlfriend told him: "The reason is now sitting in front of me." Andrei realized what he had brought me to and ran away. But the question of this protection is not a trifle. This is meanness. It was the point of no return. This time for sure.

I knew the man who was in charge of his security, and asked why he sent the guys there. I didn't hear Andrew talking on the phone. I was told that they were afraid for my life: “We had no other choice. He would run over you." I don't think so. He needed to humiliate me, and he did it. In the most perverted way, and I don’t hold any grudge against the guys for this.

The agreement has been signed. We just stupidly, at random, are waiting with the children for a visa in St. Petersburg. There is no way back. Thank God, Zenit gave me a car out of old memory, for which I am very grateful to the club, and money for children still came from London accounts. Somehow enough to live on. It was at this moment that Inna Zhirkova called me to Moscow. Who would have thought that from this moment the path to dawn would begin?

They were celebrating a children's birthday and decided with Yura, having learned that I was in St. Petersburg and in such a situation, to call me. At first I refused - how, where I would go. “No, come,” Inna insisted. - You will live with us. Everything will be fine."

On the children's holiday The Zhirkovs gathered a rather motley company. There were many football families, there were new friends of Inna from show business - shortly before that she returned from the show "Island" - this is such an analogue of "The Last Hero", there were also relatives. The children were entertained by animators, and the adults sat at one very long table and practically did not communicate with each other, because everyone knew little of each other, and Inna was busy with the children. After a painful divorce and communication with Andrei and lawyers, I really wanted to communicate. Simple, human chatter about nothing, so I talked to everyone, laughed, had fun - had fun as best I could. At the end I was approached by Petro Sheksheev, the man who would later become my director. He was delighted with how easily I found mutual language with everyone. “I have been working in TV for many years,” he said. But I haven't seen this in a long time. It seems to me that you have a gift for communicating with people, some talk show is clearly crying for you. Have you ever thought about working in television?

To be honest, I didn't think so. All the last years I thought about Andrey's career, but not about my own. Although once upon a time she dabbled in work on the radio and hosted the T-shirt program on St. Petersburg radio. By the name, it is probably clear what and to whom it was dedicated. However, it was long and short. I thought about Peter's words. We decided that I would stay in Moscow for a few days and we would make some test recordings.

As a result, it turned out that I went to Moscow for three days, and stayed for two weeks. All these days I lived with the Zhirkovs on the sofa in the living room, and every day Andrey threw tantrums on the phone for me. It seems that he began to understand that he no longer had control over the situation. I also understood this: no matter what he tried to discuss with me, it was too late. You know, sometimes you pull the rubber band like that, then again, and again, and once - it broke. So here too. He checked me all the time. All our lives. He could tell me something offensive and look at my reaction. I understand this now, after a while. He always needed some proof of his worth. They pull you harder and look - what, is left? Stayed, yeah, that means she loves. And then, two hours later, wet eyes - thank you, how can I live without you.

IN Last year it all took on absurd and ugly forms until my patience snapped. He got played. I finally appreciated freedom. If I moved to St. Petersburg, as he wanted, what we talked about at school, then I simply could not fly to Moscow to the Zhirkovs like that. Nobody would let me do this. My cards would have been blocked at the time of buying tickets. Now, after months of humiliating trial, I was reaping the rewards of my decision, it was the right one. A balance has been established. Andrei had a woman, and I was free to live my life without his interference in it. And she had a right to it.

True, even after the trial and the settlement agreement, Moscow and disobedience to Andrey came back to me sideways. He found a way to get revenge. The settlement did not include a lease on the house. My lawyer insisted on it, but then I believed Andrei, who said that he would not throw us and the children out into the street anyway. Of course he threw it away. In early October, I received a letter from the owner of the house that there was no payment. I called Andrew.

How much should I pay for your house? - he asked. - Here you will receive alimony, you will pay.

Andrei, you know that there is not even enough for rent.

I don't care.

My friend Yulia paid for the house. Without a visa, I couldn’t even fly to London to resolve the issue with the owner of the house and pick up things, so they would just be put out on the street.

And still Moscow helped me. I sighed and realized that nothing terrible was happening. We will wait for the visa. As a tourist, they will open it to me anyway, and then I will fly off for things. And the time has come to send the children to school here. And thanks again to Zenit - the club helped with the school for Artem, and although it was already mid-October, and my child was more English than Russian, the director went to meet us halfway.

Apparently, it was really necessary to let go of the situation. On Thursday, I visited the principal of the school, and on Friday we received a notification that the visas were ready. But only for me and my two older children. They didn't give Arseniy a visa, so he couldn't fly with us. To be honest, I thought about staying. Peter was a great option for me in every sense: not as expensive a city as London, the help of people I know, a ready-made agreement with the school. I came home with these visas, and Artem was the first to meet me: “Mom, did they give us a visa?” I looked at him and realized that I could not leave him here.

Artyom terribly wanted to return to London, he was afraid to stay in Russia, he was waiting for the documents in such a way that it was painful to look at him.

At 9 in the morning I was at school with apologies and words of gratitude: “Sorry, I know that you have done a lot for us, but still I will fly to London and try. We'll see". Arseniy stayed with his mother and sister.

When we arrived at Heathrow, Artem sobbed: “Mommy, I did not believe that I would return home. Mom, thank you." This was a lump that he kept in himself for 1.5 months, until we were given a visa. We were driving home from the airport, he recognized every sign, he told how and where we would turn, he read every sign, and I realized that I had done everything right at that moment. The children had to calmly get used to the departure, say goodbye inside themselves to the city and friends.

My lawyer suggested suing the British Migration Service - no one has the right to break up a family, but a court in London takes at least six months.

And we agreed that we would just reapply, it would be faster. Arseniy was given a visa only in mid-December. All this time I lived in three cities and in a state of constant stress. In London, it was necessary to quickly rent an apartment, move out of the once-native home. I did the almost impossible - I found an apartment in just three days, packed all my things and moved some to a new home, and distributed some to friends. Some boxes still live with them. Six loaders arrived to transport things.

Divorce? one of them asked.

What, is it written on my forehead?

Well, what else could it be if a woman alone with children drags things from a huge mansion to a small apartment?

Basically, we moved. Then new days began for me. When I flew to Russia to visit the younger one, the older ones stayed with the nanny. While I was with them, my mother and sister took turns sitting with Arseny - he became our son of the regiment. Plus, at that moment, I already started filming in Moscow. Of course, I was torn between children. Leaving them alone was psychologically very difficult, physically it was not easy to live between cities, and filming was a new thing for me, which added adrenaline to my life.

Yes, staying in St. Petersburg, going with the flow would be a much more convenient option ...

By the new year, Andrey had not communicated with the children for a long time, so I called myself:

Andrew, you're on vacation. Where are you going?

I'm flying away

What about children? You don't want to see them.

No, I'm flying with my girlfriend to rest, you don't want them to communicate.

Why? Take the kids, fly with them. I just want you to communicate.

They made fun of me. Knowing my position that it was impossible to share children, he first said that he was taking all three, then he decided that it was so inconvenient and he would take only the two older ones. The calculation, apparently, was that I was crazy. I didn't. The four of them flew away, and I stayed with Arseniy.

Bali helped me to recover and recharge. My friends were resting there, and I decided to arrange a vacation for Arseniy and me. It was the first chic New Year in many, many years, which I celebrated as I wanted. Two hours before the New Year, I washed my hair without styling it, put on a dress, changed into something else, swam in the pool, chatted with friends all night. They helped me. I saw that they were interested in me, it was fun with me, and gradually my self-confidence, my clogged self-esteem returned. I got myself back. Everything was fine with me. We had passports with visas for all three children, after the new year we will all fly to London together.

He returned from his vacation on January 5th, I was supposed to fly in with the child on the 6th, and on the 7th we bought tickets to London, because school was already starting on the 8th. Everything is planned to the minute. But, having arrived in St. Petersburg, Andrey found out that I had changed the locks in the apartment where we lived with the children, and decided that this was an attack against him. For me, this position was more than strange. We have lived separately for a long time. He was with another woman, he had another family.

I did not have the keys to their apartment, why should he have the keys to ours. He did not want to listen to any explanations and decided to start fighting again. The only way hurt me - through the children. Andrei said that he would not give up their passports and I would not be able to fly with them to London. I made an attempt to talk, however, realizing that it was not in the apartment ...

At the time of the conversation with him, I was driving to the airport. Now imagine the picture: we reach the airport, and I understand that it takes almost a day to fly from Bali to Russia. I will get on a plane and in this closed space I will simply go crazy, because I can no longer tolerate his arbitrariness and tantrums. I knew what would happen in St. Petersburg. I will sit and wait for him to deign to play enough. And I decide to go for broke, after all, Bali is some kind of magical island. He gave me the courage to talk to Andrei in a way that I had never allowed myself before. I called him and absolutely calmly said: “You know, I’m staying in Bali until you return my children’s passports,” and hung up. The child and I returned to the hotel.

A few days later he brought his nanny passports. She called me with the words that she was holding them in her hands, and on the same day Arseniy and I flew to St. Petersburg, and from there immediately to London. The children skipped school again - all this fuss of his every time reflected on them.

No matter how much I explained to Andrei, he did not hear this. He didn’t do worse to me, he took revenge on the children over and over again. I don't know when he will understand. I didn't care for a long time, but for these actions he will have to answer to them.

He messed up again and again. Our friends have a huge estate on ski resort, and they invited me with the children to come to visit them. It was only necessary to make visas for the children, and for this, Andrei's permission was required. He refused. How can you spoil the rest of your children? After all, it’s not I who don’t have a visa, but they do, and I can do without this resort, but they wanted to go there.

There are two patterns of behavior. You can conditionally hit, or you can kiss, and more and more often I see men around who have not grown out of boys, pulling girls by pigtails, although they are good good attitude would have achieved more.

At the beginning of 2014, I got my first job on television. I was approved as the co-host of the talk show “The Bachelor. What do women want?". And this happened not thanks to the famous surname of my ex-husband. I often heard the opinion that I made a name for myself at the expense of Andrei - he himself, his mother, and many acquaintances said so. But in fact, I had to wash off the label "footballer's wife". Nobody wanted to take the "footballer's wife" into the program. With great difficulty, Petro managed to persuade the film crew to at least agree to a meeting and acquaintance with me.

We met with the girls - the producers of the show, and, according to their confession later, they approved me after ten minutes of conversation. The topic of the program was really interesting to me - relationships, so I easily liberated myself and spoke. After all, all I did for a year was talk about relationships.

The topic of the program was familiar, but the world of television was very new. Thanks to "The Bachelor" and his film crew, I began to get acquainted with the filming behind the scenes and its rules. The show was filmed in blocks of several shooting days once a month. I had to divide the time between London, where the children are, and Moscow, where the work is, and fly back and forth all the time.

It’s good that in London there was a reliable rear of my girlfriends who looked after the children, and Larisa, the nanny, whom I call Mary Poppins to myself. She always appears in my life when I really need her, but on short period. At that time, Rai had to return to Russia, because I could no longer extend her work visa. Larisa appeared on the threshold of my apartment quite suddenly, as usual.

And she stayed until we left London and everything in our lives with the children fell into place.

When I came to Moscow, I lived with the Zhirkovs. The fee of the novice TV presenter was not to say that it was very large. But you had to live somewhere, eat, support children. Moreover, each return to London brought new bills. I never thought before that at the sight of mailboxes my hands could start shaking. You just pay for everything, pay off, suddenly broads - something else from above. Thanks to my friends for their help. It was priceless.

And always at the right time. Today I returned almost everything, but I will never be able to do something, only with some actions and deeds. One of my friends' husbands once asked for a copy of my passport. I asked: "Why?" He replied: "We must." So we talked, and three days later he gave me a card from his account.

Said I could use it. I have never done this, but the very understanding that if anything, I will have money, is worth a lot.

Why are we running out of money again? Because in such an unexpected way, Andrei decided to make himself felt. He stopped paying under the settlement agreement. Apparently, he needed some, but the relationship between us continued.

I had to go to court again. Now Russian. By the way, according to the settlement agreement, I did not have the right to apply there if all the conditions were met. So I begged Andrei not to violate the agreement, to stop mocking: “Andrey, I will have a reason to go to court, but I don’t want that.” I don't know what he was thinking. I again suffered, my conscience ate me, and I kept putting off going to a lawyer. In the end, I still had to do it. It was impossible not to win my case - it is about alimony, and the law in Russia is very clearly spelled out in this regard. The only difficulty was in the name of Andrei Arshavin, and the judges are afraid of high-profile names.

I again did as he wanted, signing a settlement agreement here as well. Since he had not paid for some time, I was entitled to apply for child support retroactively, fixing the amounts that he did not pay. He still had debts from the moment I applied to the English court - and quite a lot came up there. By and large, I didn’t need this money, but my children and I needed somewhere to live, and I asked Andrey to just buy us a house. I agreed to give up financial claims and property, but Andrei did not go for it. And at that time we rented a small apartment in London, and the children lived on top of each other. My lawyers and I decided that I would buy an apartment myself with the repaid debts. I do not know what was in the head of the lawyer Andrey. As it turned out later, he had never dealt with family affairs and for some reason gave Andrei the idea that they would win the court. It was impossible. By Russian legislation the father pays child support - 50% for three or more.

This trial can only be won by rewriting the law. There is only one amendment to the law. The father has the right to ask for alimony to be divided into two parts: one to be transferred to the mother’s account so that she can provide for the children, and the second part to be transferred to the children’s account, and then these accounts are managed by the guardianship authorities. Everything. Moreover, if the father does not pay alimony voluntarily, then performance list at the place of work and the money is paid directly from there.

During the trial, Andrei ignored all the meetings, did not communicate with anyone, sent my lawyers to hell on the phone. The final hearing is near.

I flew to the next meeting from London. It was Friday, and on Saturday I was supposed to return and lead a big event there. According to my calculations, I managed to do everything, but the meeting dragged on. Andrei's lawyer realized that he was wrong and began to delay the verdict, saying that Arshavin would appear in court on Monday. This again ruins my life, frustrates my plans, but I have to agree. Well, Andryushenka will come to court. Maybe we'll finally have a human conversation.

Over the weekend I got a call from his lawyer. It was a very ugly act - he just divorced me using a forbidden technique. I think somewhere in hell there is already a vat prepared for him, because everything comes back, always. What happened? On Saturday, this man called me and began to beg me to sign a settlement agreement, of course, beneficial to them. He asked not to wait for the verdict of the court and to forgive Andrei all the debts. He begged them to agree to sign the papers, according to which the children were given the same old apartment in St. Petersburg, and that Andrei agreed to buy another one, where they would live like human beings. “Well, it doesn’t matter, Yul, that the apartment doesn’t suit you. He will buy a new one because he loves children very much, he misses them,” he said. - You now do as he wants. He is so eager to return to the children and communicate with them. His soul is breaking. I can't look at it. I spend the last six months with him more time than anyone else. He doesn't love the woman he lives with. He is all in his thoughts with you, with the children.

I sobbed all night. The lawyer simply put pressure on the children - on the most painful place, on the fact that by that time they had not communicated with their father for some time. And not because I forbade it, he did not want it himself.

Andrew did come. He arrived half an hour before the start of the hearing without permission to leave for the children, which he was told to do as a judge. She sent him away for papers. I waited. Andrei went to the neighboring office to see a notary. I continued to sit and wait. Finally, he made these permits, brought them, and it began.

We spent 11 hours in court. During this time, he even got the judge. At the end of the hearing, in the evening, she said:

“You are fooling the whole country. Shame on you?" Andrei was silent. I was powerless.

A settlement would be the final point, so I faced a choice: agree to all the conditions of Andrei and his lawyer now and never return to this issue again, or the trial would continue for many more months. And Andrey and his lawyer could appeal any court decision in my favor. First in the district court, then the city court, then the Supreme Court. We'd probably still be suing. Looking at my exhausted look, the judge recommended a settlement and was absolutely right. Andrey would not calm down, but in life there comes a limit when you are ready to give something just to not return to this issue anymore.

During these 11 hours I was morally smeared, I signed an agreement to old apartment, to refuse to pay debts, agreed to everything, if only it ended.

When I left the hall, I was surrounded by the press. I think this is the first time I've seen so many journalists eager to know the details.

After the trial, I just lay there for a week. I was late because of Andrey and his lawyer for the shooting. And, frankly, I didn't care. Then I thought that I would never be able to recover, but we are stronger than we think about ourselves. Moreover, I won by emotionally putting an end to it. Andrew couldn't do anything about it. He, of course, drank my blood again when he refused to rewrite the apartment. It took his lawyer three months to convince Andrei that it was a punishable act - not to follow the settlement agreement, and it was fraught with the seizure of property. During these three months, I could have caused him problems more than once, but I just waited, already realizing that it was just again when he tried to put pressure on me, not wanting to end the appearance of a relationship. When the lawyer finally explained the consequences to him, Andrei agreed to transfer the apartment. We signed papers in different rooms without meeting.

It's funny that Andrei left the parking lots assigned to the apartment. He can't even get into them. Just so you understand, this is not a high-rise building. This is a house with several apartments, there is no one to sell the parking lot. He just put two concrete blocks in the garage so we couldn't move in.

Do you think the story is over? Since I did not live in St. Petersburg, my sister found people who wanted to rent an apartment. But for the state, it was still Andrei's property, because the papers were only given for re-registration. What did he do? He allowed me to take it on the condition that I would give him half the money. It was already on the verge of absurdity. A man whose children lived for several months on the help of my friends demands to give half of the money for an apartment that does not belong to him.

Such things no longer cling to me, they only surprised me again and again. I could wait. Yes, everything in life is fine. I already had several projects on television, and soon I started another one.