Irina Evgenievna Gribulina (born 1953) is a famous Russian singer, composer, author of librettos and music for animated and feature films. Her songs were performed by many domestic pop singers. She collaborated with famous creative venues - the Arkady Raikin Theater and the Theater on Malaya Bronnaya. She was the host of the popular television programs “Wider Circle”, “Morning Mail”, “Music Club” and “Saturday Evening”. Multiple laureate of the Song of the Year festival.
Childhood and youth
Irina Gribulina was born on September 29, 1953 in the resort of Sochi into a creative family. Her father worked as a journalist and writer, and her mother was a famous singer who shone on the stage of the Krasnodar Operetta Theater. The talents inherited from her parents began to appear in her daughter very early, and already at the age of 4 she delighted everyone around her with her original poems and music. She still remembers one of them, which begins with the words “a little dandelion grew in a clearing.”
Mom did not remain aloof from the fate of the young talent and decided to send Irina to study in the capital at the most prestigious Central Music School at the Conservatory in the USSR. There were various rumors about this educational institution, which ultimately boiled down to the fact that it was impossible to enter there without cronyism. Nine-year-old Gribulina refuted popular rumors and managed to enroll herself, ending up in D. Kabalevsky’s class.
Here she was taught performing arts, and the girl showed great promise as a pianist, becoming a laureate of several competitions. In those days, she did not think at all about any career and dreamed of seeing her relatives as soon as possible. I wrote music only for my own pleasure.
The mother, who had completed her creative career, took upon herself all the worries about supporting her daughter, not disdaining to do the dirtiest work for the sake of the opportunity to stay in Moscow. The talented provincial woman did not remain in the shadows here either, soon appearing on the screens of Central Television as the host of the popular morning program “Alarm Clock”.
In her life-story, which she was offered to sell as a biographical account, Gribulina identifies three important chapters: creativity, love and child.
Creative path
After graduating from the composing department of the Moscow Conservatory, Irina Gribulina set out on a free voyage, beginning to actively compose music and songs. Many of her works thundered on the Soviet stage in the 80s - “Touchy”, “Broken Bridges”, “Girlfriend”.
The composer’s creative repertoire also includes many hymns written for the populated areas of our vast homeland from Kostroma and Voronezh to Astana, Donetsk and Jurmala. Gribulina’s music can be heard in many issues of the satirical film magazine “Yeralash”. In 2001 and 2007, the author's albums “Girlfriend” and “Fate-Teller” were published.
Many pop stars considered it an honor to have the works of the talented composer in their repertoire. Only the master of the national stage I. Kobzon performed several dozen of Gribulina’s songs. They also sounded from the lips of A. Marshal, V. Leontyev, E. Kemerovo, A. Veska, R. Rymbyeva, V. Tolkunova and many others. But relations with pop singer A. Pugacheva did not work out particularly well. According to Irina, she did not take on the performance of her songs, for fear of raising a competitor to take her place.
Irina notes that she has harmed herself more than once, acting as a one-man orchestra. It’s not surprising, because she writes poetry, music, and can even arrange for a symphony orchestra and ultimately sing it all herself. In this case, she could not count on preferences in promoting her own works and made her own way. Gribulina was the author of one of the first Russian musicals, “New Adventures of an Ordinary Boy,” which was written based on the fairy tales of G.-H. Andersen. Her music was performed in the production of “Cruel Intentions” at the Malaya Bronnaya Theater.
And Irina was also involved in the creation of one of the earliest domestic videos. It was a short love story called “Quarrel,” filmed in an ordinary apartment with the participation of singer and actor N. Karachentsov. Despite numerous bans, Gribulina still managed to get this little musical film shown on Ogonyok. Then it looked completely unusual and unexpected, which aroused the genuine interest of the audience.
Irina Gribulina’s songs were performed not only by pop singers, but also by dramatic actors, among whom were N. Eremenko, L. Gurchenko, A. Abdulov, S. Shakurov.
In 2006, Irina Evgenievna was awarded the honorary order named after. Lomonosov for his great contribution to the development of the country's musical culture. The main components of her success in life were her mother’s enormous talent, extraordinary hard work and dedication.
Such is the character
Everyone around her notes the kindness and spontaneity of the singer. She always gives extraordinary sensuality and sincerity, which is often taken advantage of by ill-wishers. Irina herself admits: “Only the lazy can’t deceive me.”. She is able to give the last only because she is convincingly asked to do so. Often her kindness is simply used, including by close people. Malice and hatred do not linger in her at all. Irina, like no one else, knows how to forgive and not hold a grudge. Therefore, Pushkin’s lines are quite applicable to her character: “I myself am glad to be deceived.”
Personal life
The heroine’s personal life is worthy of a love story, and life with each of her companions is worthy of a separate chapter. The first time she married a student, since, having been brought up in strictness, she could not, having lost her innocence, remain without marriage. But this union broke up after three months.
Another passion in the singer’s life was the wonderful actor N. Eremenko. Their romance lasted about two years, despite the fact that Nikolai was officially married. His courtship was amazing. “On tour in Siberia, he could get roses and strawberries in the middle of the night,”- says Irina. But the constant feeling of guilt in front of his wife Vera haunted her, and they decided to separate.
Gribulina’s second husband was the Hungarian Andros, whom she met at Stas Namin’s house. For about a year he looked after him very beautifully, carried him in his arms, and Irina could not resist such pressure. As part of his official activity, he restored icons, although he was illegally involved in smuggling antiques. One day the investigative authorities picked up his trail and he simply disappeared. After this, the wife experienced numerous showdowns involving security forces and bandits, and once a famous singer was even tied up with ropes. Later, Irina learned that her ex-husband was serving time and now lives in Europe.
Gribulina’s third husband, photographer and poet Vladimir Margoit, simply kidnapped her after a concert in Latvia and took her to his dacha. She did not resist - so strong was the literally unearthly passion that flared up between them. They lived together in the Baltic states for about 10 years, but every day he was consumed by enormous jealousy associated with his wife’s creative success. Despite this, Margoit wrote poems for several of his wife’s hits, including “Quarrel” and “Broken Bridges.”
Often it came to assault on the part of Vladimir. But the most bitter thing was his ban on children - during each pregnancy, each time he forced his wife to have an abortion. Once she was hospitalized when she was five months pregnant with a severe spinal injury. Unable to bear such a life, Irina simply fled to Moscow, away from her tyrant husband, leaving him all her fortune.
Gribulina's next husband was the Italian scientist and businessman Mario, with whom she lived for about 5 years in a villa in Tuscany. But due to Irina’s jealousy over rumors that her husband had a child on the side, she broke off ties with her husband. Only later did it become clear that all this was in his past, but it turned out to be impossible to restore the relationship.
Irina Mikhailovna gave birth to her beloved daughter Nastya at the age of 43 outside of marriage and in her personal data there is a dash next to her father’s name. The singer herself says this about this: “He’s young, handsome, let him live his life”.
Today Irina Gribulina is an independent and accomplished woman who still devotes all her strength to creativity and madly loves her daughter.
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Biography, life story of Irina Evgenievna Gribulina
Irina Evgenievna Gribulina is a Soviet and Russian composer, songwriter, and singer.
Childhood
Irina Gribulina was born on September 29, 1953 in Sochi. Her father was a writer and a successful journalist, her mother was a talented operetta singer and actress. The girl began to show her extraordinary talent from an early age - at the age of only 4 years, Ira was already writing music and poetry, and also took part in local amateur concerts.
In 1962, Irina Gribulina became a student at the Central Music School at the Moscow Conservatory, and 10 years later - at the conservatory itself. The world would never have known about Gribulina’s talent if it weren’t for her mother. The woman saw an incredible gift in her daughter and made every effort to ensure that her baby received an excellent education in the capital and was able to build a career in music.
Creative path
Irina Gribulina entered the professional stage at the tender age of 14 years. The girl was also invited to host such popular television programs as “Wider Circle”, “Morning Mail”, “Alarm Clock” and so on. The fame of Irina Gribulina spread throughout the country. She wrote music for theatrical productions and television films, collaborated with many famous artists (for example, and many others), and after graduating from the conservatory she began to sing herself.
In the early 2010s, Irina Gribulina began to combine her professional composing activities with teaching and producing.
Personal life
Irina got married for the first time in her first year at the conservatory to a guy who studied with her. The parents of her newly-made husband were influential people and had connections with high-ranking officials. They were not very happy that their daughter-in-law was touring and appearing on television, and they did everything possible to ensure that Irina was forgotten. Gribulina endured it for some time, but eventually got angry and left the family.
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Irina’s second husband was a restoration artist, the son of an employee of the Ministry of Heavy Industry. The family idyll was destroyed by the news that Gribulina’s husband was actually engaged in the illegal export of antiques from the country. The unfortunate criminal went on the run, forgetting about his betrothed.
The third time Gribulina married Vladimir Margoit, a photographer. This marriage lasted 10 years. At first there was complete understanding between the spouses, but then Vladimir began to envy his wife’s popularity. Envy grew into nagging, nagging into assault. The last straw that overflowed the thicket of patience for Irina was the fact that Vladimir dared to beat her when she was carrying his child. There was a miscarriage, and after it - the breakup of the once ardent lovers.
Irina’s next husband was Mario, a professor and doctor of sciences from Italy. Their family existed for 5 years. After Mario, a certain young man appeared in Irina’s life, with whom she did not dare to connect her life, but with whom she gave birth to a daughter, Anastasia, in 1996.
In 2015, Irina Gribulina began a whirlwind romance with Konstantin Rittel-Kobylyansky, an opera singer. They met on the Internet, exchanged messages for several months, and then met and... fell in love. The couple was not at all embarrassed by the considerable age difference - Konstantin is 23 years younger than Irina. The numbers in their passports did not stop Irina and Konstantin from publicly declaring their love.
“The worst thing in our marriage was that my husband did not let me give birth. I kept getting pregnant, and he deprived me of children. He could have hit me in the stomach or dragged me to an abortion...”
The famous composer, poet, singer, TV presenter Irina Gribulina says that when she talks about her life, people just shake their heads: “Some kind of TV series!” And she answers: “The truth is most unlike reality...” On the eve of her anniversary, which she will celebrate on September 29 with a big concert with the participation of famous artists, Irina told AIF her detective story of a woman....
There was a beautiful romance with Eremenko
In my first year at the conservatory, I married a student. The new relatives did not want their daughter-in-law to be famous. Removed from all television programs, deprived of tours: the father-in-law had serious connections - he held a high position in the cultural sphere, was a friend Brezhnev. I suffered in a golden cage... I couldn’t stand it and left. Everything was done to bring me back - the boy suffered. There were constant threats, including physical destruction...
In my career, I harmed myself by being a kind of one-man orchestra. If I had collaborated with composers and poets, I would have progressed much further. And so the members of the artistic councils said: “If you worked with me, I would promote my song. And since she writes everything herself, goodbye.” But I had a fighting character. Removed from one program, it appeared in another. Or the production, where I was the author of music and poetry, was making noise all over Moscow: one of the first domestic musicals based on fairy tales Andersen“New Adventures of an Ordinary Boy”, play “Cruel Intentions” Lev Durov at the Theater on Malaya Bronnaya. This was the first drama production Arbuzova. In terms of age, the famous playwright was old enough to be my grandfather, but he said that I restored his youth to him, he trembles like a young man. It was the same with Arkady Raikin who was in love with me. He constantly gave huge bouquets, sent the first strawberries. Probably, such feelings for the young girl inspired them and, perhaps, even prolonged their creative life... I am happy that these great creators devoted so much time to me. People from whom you need to learn everything...
I’m proud that I came up with the first domestic video... We and Kolya Karachentsov The video novel “Quarrel” was filmed in his apartment. Portraying husband and wife, they sang, sorted things out, argued, fell into the bathtub and eventually made up. The song the next day sounded almost from the irons. But it was filmed 15 times from “New Year’s Light.” The program had a certain format: noble milkmaids, astronauts, scientists, and doctors sat at the tables. And I literally blew up the television world by offering to take a small movie about love to Ogonyok. When “Quarrel” was once again taken off the air, I went to the chairman of the State Television and Radio Broadcasting Company Leonid Kravchenko. He said: “Amazing! It will be in Ogonyok. There is still not a single solo concert where I was not asked to perform “Quarrel.” Then I went on tour, and they kept asking me: “How is your husband Kolya? Give him the parcel." She called Karachentsov’s wife Luda Porgina: “People always say that I am Kolya’s wife!” “You can’t imagine how many people marry him and how many girls come into our house. You’re not the worst option yet,” she laughed.
I also wrote the song “It Hurts”, in the video we sing it with Nikolai Eremenko Jr.. That’s where a beautiful romance really began... For two years Kolya and I were close people... Eremenko could get roses and strawberries on tour in Siberia in the middle of the night. I open my eyes in the morning, it’s -40˚C outside, and on the table there are flowers and my favorite pink champagne. There was beautiful love... But I was constantly tormented by a feeling of guilt in front of Kolya’s wonderful wife Vera, with whom we communicated and whom I loved and love very much. A painful love triangle developed... I could not break up their family. That's why Eremenko and I broke up. Unfortunately, Kolya still Verochki left and married some strange girl. He died very strangely. Sad ending...
He deprived me of my children
The second husband was half Hungarian. Andros saw me at a house party Stas Namin. I was so poisoned by my first marriage that I didn’t want any personal relationships. But after a year of beautiful courtship, he still got me. Androsh carried me in his arms. He was almost two meters tall and, with my 1.55 cm height, he called me “my favorite baby.” He surrounded me with great care... We would have continued to be together if one day our beloved had not disappeared... Officially, he was an artist - a restorer of icons. As the son of a foreign subject, he had a diplomatic passport. It turned out that Androsh was engaged in exporting antiques abroad. Came to the attention of both our authorities and Interpol. The “men in black” told me all this. When my husband disappeared, people began to come to our executive apartment. On the one hand, state security agencies, on the other, clients from whom my husband took money, but did not deliver something to them... Both of them spoke very harshly to me, threatened me. All my property was taken away from me. Then I found out: Androsh spent a long time in places not so remote... Now he lives in Austria. Recently, a fellow composer sent greetings from him.
I have always wanted to be married for life. Give birth to a child, a second, a third. Combine family and profession. But, unfortunately, this remained a dream... The third husband - a photographer - destroyed me with all his might... He stole me when I was on tour in the Baltics. I saw him at a concert, and then forced him into a car and brought him to his garden plot. Why didn’t you resist, you ask? Love cannot be resisted! It was breathtaking romance! I am a composer, poet, creative person. This means that you should not be afraid of unusual situations, especially when it comes to novels. Moreover, it was impossible to resist such charisma and charm. Women lay in stacks in front of him... Then I simply disappeared from Moscow... I lived in an official marriage with this man for 10 years.
Amazing intimate life, we understood each other at a glance. Using my fees, they built a beautiful house in the Baltics with a huge farmstead: a large plot, a vegetable garden, greenhouses, I raised ducks, chickens, and rabbits. We never had any employees; under my husband’s compulsion, I did everything. I felt like just a Russian farm laborer on a Latvian farm... At the same time, I managed to perform almost every evening in Jurmala sanatoriums and tour throughout the country. But any of my successful undertakings caused my husband to have fits of rage. The worm of complexes gnawed at him... His wife is developing creatively, her songs are heard from all radios, people come up to her on the street for autographs. And he’s just “the husband of Irina Gribulina”...
Every year his discontent grew. It got to the point of assault... Why did you forgive? Because I was dying of love for him... Therefore, there was no question - to forgive or not to forgive... After 5 minutes I forgot about everything. It was an absolutely hellish mixture of crazy love, forgiveness, fear... After the beatings there were days of amazing love, romance... When you have such a good intimate relationship with a man, a woman simply faints with happiness. I had a sexual addiction to him. The previous two marriages were youthful, semi-childish and very short... And this is the first crazy mature female passion.
By the way, even today I don’t regret anything: thanks to this man, I got very beautiful love songs. But then, unfortunately, everything only got worse and worse. He beat me for any reason. A fan gave flowers at a concert and kissed his hand - that’s it, scandal: “He’s your lover.” Or served the soup not with onions, but with dill. He could find fault with me for anything... The worst thing was not even the injuries, fractures, bruises, but the fact that my husband did not let me give birth. Then the cash flow that my wife provided would stop... I constantly became pregnant - from such love it was natural... And he endlessly deprived me of children. He could hit him in the stomach, and the beating caused a miscarriage. Or dragged, forcibly dragged to an abortion. In Latvia at that moment there was a strong wave of nationalism, all the doctors basically spoke Latvian, I didn’t understand a word... But even despite this, the doctor who constantly cared for me once said in very bad Russian: “I don’t want to feel any more.” myself as a murderer." And he refused to accept us. After all the traumas and unsuccessful pregnancies, I was given a terrible diagnosis: I will never be a mother... After 10 years of marriage, I finally realized: if I stay with him, I will simply die. She ran away from her husband, despite the fact that she continued to love him. One day I “went out to a nearby store” - in home clothes, with three rubles in my pocket. I caught a car and persuaded the taxi driver (he recognized me) to take me to the airport for free. There, some people who turned out to be my fans gave me money for a ticket: I came up with a story that I forgot my wallet and had to fly to filming. Arriving at my Moscow apartment, I breathed freely. An hour and a half later, my husband came to pick me up, lying at my feet, sobbing and begging for forgiveness. Then he twisted my arms, beat me... I miraculously escaped to the neighbors, then hid with friends. And the next day he took everything out of my apartment, including underwear... As he later explained to my mother so that I could return: it is impossible to live in empty walls. But I decided to start my life from scratch.
I woke up tied up
Friends sent me to their Italian friend, a philanthropist, so that he could organize my tour in Italy. That's how I met an amazing man. Clever, professor, doctor of science, held a high position, poet, businessman. For several months we just collaborated and were friends. And only after some time Mario confessed his feelings to me and proposed. We lived very happily together for 5 years in his beautiful villa in Tuscany with a beautiful olive garden and swimming pool. I dreamed of giving birth to a child for my wonderful Italian husband, but nothing worked out after those terrible beatings... I blamed myself for not being able to give him the happiness of fatherhood that he deserved. And then I found out: Mario has a small child on the side. I decided that this was a “parallel” family, and nobly decided to give it to them. She didn’t even bother to find out the details and left. But it turned out that this woman and child were there long before me... He simply helped them. Now I understand how important it is to talk everything out. You can't have skeletons in your closet. If I had known everything from the very beginning, I would have behaved completely differently. But my husband didn’t tell me, he was afraid of injuring me, knowing that I couldn’t have children... We weren’t able to mend the broken cup later, but to this day we have excellent friendly relations...
The Lord led me through life... He took me from a very rich and beloved husband and sent me to Israel. I prayed earnestly at the Holy Sepulcher. Although Orthodox Christians are forbidden to approach the Western Wall, I went there, and to the men’s side. One Jew, our former compatriot, was indignant: “You don’t belong here!” - “I ask God for a child.” - “Oh, baby, if that’s the case, I’ll ask for you myself!” The note I left at the Western Wall said: “Dear God, take away everything material from me, I don’t need any money. I just want to give birth to a daughter!”
I'm coming to Moscow. Call: they want to interview me for TV. The people introduced themselves as a film crew and arrived at 9 am, when all the neighbors were at work. I opened the door and received a strong blow to the face. I woke up tied up. They took away everything that I had acquired over the years: my Italian husband gave me a lot of diamonds and jewelry. They took my mother's remaining antiques. My mother told me: “I’m already afraid to give you something, people steal from you all the time.” That time it was my great-grandmother’s old ring... There is still a scar in its place: when the thieves tore off my jewelry, the masculine girl put out her cigarette on my finger: “Wear this for you instead of a ring!” A brutal robbery... They took everything away, I instantly found myself at zero... But it was then that a handsome young man one and a half times younger than me began to court me. Greyhound, athletic, successful businessman. At first I didn’t pay attention to the guy. I have always been interested in men my age or a little older. But the young man looked after me divinely, and after 3 months I gave up. I understood: this relationship is just a beautiful romance... I wanted stability and family, but he has the wind in his head due to his age.
The daughter did not see her father
After some time I broke up with him. And then... Some female ailments begin... I go to the doctor. It turns out: I'm pregnant! Contrary to all doctors' predictions! Thus began the most important period of my life: motherhood. It is not and cannot be more expensive, better, or brighter for a woman. I gave birth to a daughter, Nastya - a beauty, a smart girl, a friend, an amazing girl. I never saw her dad again - he hasn’t appeared since we broke up. If a man wants to help his child himself, he does it voluntarily. And if he doesn’t want to, there’s no point in chasing him. Just humiliate yourself. That’s why I never asked Nastya’s dad for anything. I worked almost until the maternity hospital. I got into wild debts, bought a new apartment, made European-quality renovations, and a stunning nursery. I wanted my child to live in beauty. I breastfed for a year. After all the investments in home improvement, I didn’t even have money for food. I wrote in that note that I don’t need anything except my daughter. (Laughs.) Thank you, my friends supported me.
Irina Gribulina with her daughter Photo: www.russianlook.com / www.russianlook.com
For me, Nastya is a hard-fought, begged-for child. And who knows how my life would have turned out if it hadn’t been for all these torments... Maybe the trials were needed so that such a magical girl would be born, so that I would experience a new wave of creativity and demand. Today I am the host of the television program “All the advantages of adulthood.” In Russia, the topic of problems of people 50-60 years old has not yet been addressed. I am happy that my next musical “Chauntecleer” is running successfully at the Luna Theater. I am happy that my daughter graduated from school as an external student. Nastya studies at GITIS, a second-year student at the variety department. She entered there at the age of 15, her desire to follow in the footsteps of my mother, who was a brilliant singer and prima of the Operetta Theater, was too great. I hardly see Nastenka, she gets up at 6.30 and comes home at 11 at night. We have a meeting only on Sunday. We go to a cafe, to the cinema, just for a walk... I try not to schedule anything for that day in order to spend more time with the child.
In general, I am an absolutely happy person. The only thing is that for some reason everyone is always wooing me and saying: to be completely happy, I need to get a man. But a man is not a cat or a dog that you can have. A man, if he is predestined by God, will definitely appear...
The biography of Irina Gribulina is perhaps cooler than “Gangster Petersburg”, “Brigade” and “Simply Maria” combined. At the age of four, Ira was already writing poetry and music, performing on the stage of her hometown of Sochi. So successful that her mother, a talented singer, decided to devote herself entirely to raising her daughter.
She believed that Irochka should receive an education only in Moscow and only at the Central Music School at the Conservatory, intended for especially gifted children. It was impossible to get there without connections. But the nine-year-old provincial girl beat out the children of eminent and high-ranking parents at the qualifying competition and was enrolled in Dmitry Kabalevsky’s class. They lived with their mother wherever they had to: they roamed around in rented corners, they could stay with friends for a week or two, sometimes they stayed in hotels. In order to somehow stay afloat, my mother, overcoming her pride, was hired to clean the apartments of her former classmates, now famous actresses . Meanwhile, the child prodigy daughter conquered Moscow. She participated in many radio and television programs, and from the age of 14 she hosted the famous Alarm Clock program. Not a single reputable concert could take place without her.
DANDY IN A WHITE LIMOUSINE
As a student at the conservatory, Irina was friends with Arkady Raikin (she wrote music for his performances), writer Fyodor Abramov, and playwright Alexei Arbuzov. Many of the capital's celebrities showed unequivocal signs of attention to the pretty blond, blue-eyed girl with charming dimples on her cheeks. Nevertheless, she married a student, and only because she lost her virginity, and her mother raised her in severity.
This marriage, like many student ones, turned out to be fragile and broke up after three months. Famous film director Evgeny Ginzburg sheltered Ira. Then she worked a lot, in addition to songs, she wrote music for Larisa Golubkina’s benefit performance. Gribulina's songs were performed not only by pop artists, but also by dramatic artists - Sergei Shakurov, Lyudmila Gurchenko, Alexander Abdulov, Nikolai Eremenko. “Darling, if only you could help me a little!” “I’m busy with work today, baby,” she sang in “Morning Mail” paired with Nikolai Karachentsov. The first videos in the country were filmed for her songs.
At this time, the son of an influential official from the Ministry of Heavy Industry fell in love with her. After a year of beautiful and worthy courtship, Ira agreed to marriage. The young began to live a cloudless and completely happy life. And suddenly, like a bolt from the blue, wild news. It turns out that her husband combined his service in the ministry under the wing of his father with an underground business - transporting antiques abroad. When Interpol became interested in him, the husband went on the run, and nothing is known about his fate to this day. But Ira had to answer for the sins of her unfortunate husband in full. She survived threats, attacks from dark personalities and other passions. She even lay tied up on the floor while the apartment was searched. But today she remembers with warmth the years she lived with this man.
Having recovered from the shock, Gribulina continued her work as a composer and toured a lot. One day in Jurmala, a certain dandy drove up to her in a white limousine. It was impossible not to fall in love with him: delicate facial features, long fingers, pumped up muscles and terrible impudence. This macho literally kidnapped Irina and settled her in a tiny house on the shores of the Baltic Sea. The handsome man turned out to be an ordinary photographer in a fishing village, and also... a sadist. Unfulfilled as a person, unfulfilled, he could not forgive Irina for her popularity, concerts, and good fees. And he also couldn’t stand the TV on which she was constantly shown. He hit me brutally in the stomach and spine. He cut his hands and smashed his face. Ira endured for 10 years because she loved this beast madly. To this day she maintains: those were Italian passions.
With her money, a luxurious three-story mansion with a swimming pool and a small farm was built. She sincerely wanted her husband to get down to business. But he did not want to work. He wanted more. For example, so that Ira would no longer put her own name under her songs - his last name. I dreamed of thundering in “Blue Lights” and in “Song of the Year”.
In the fifth month of pregnancy, brutally beaten, with a severe spinal injury, she was taken to the hospital. The result is terrible - the loss of a child. Having been discharged, without a penny of money, Irina fled to Moscow, to her tiny one-room apartment in Tushino.
Friends had to tell the truth. They advised not to stay at home: it was risky. They helped me contact a certain Italian businessman, a fan of Gribulin’s talent, with whom I could take refuge from my sadistic husband for a while.
They fell in love with each other at first sight. A rich Italian took Ira to his villa and created ideal conditions for creativity. Gribulina traveled the length and breadth of the country, learned the language, and began writing poetry in Italian. Their marriage, which lasted five years, was overshadowed only by the final, non-negotiable verdict of the doctors: due to a spinal injury and numerous beatings, Ira would never have children. Nevertheless, every month her husband gave her a diamond in honor of the future baby. He really hoped, but...
When, quite by accident, Ira learned from strangers that her husband had a child on his side, she did not throw hysterics. I understood how he dreamed of a son. She struggled with herself for three weeks, and then, taking only the gifted stones, she secretly went home.
Alas, Moscow has already forgotten her. The friends she called sympathized, promised to help, and that was the end of the matter. True, one day a certain producer asked for a meeting: he charmed me and promised bright prospects. And the next morning the doorbell rang. Having opened it, the owner immediately lost consciousness - she was hit hard on the head. I woke up beaten, locked in the bathroom, my mouth taped shut. The thieves acted on a tip from that same “producer” - they were looking for diamonds. And unfortunately, they found it. Gribulina was again left alone and again without a penny.
At 40, she once again started life from scratch. Work, tours, travel. A handsome young man began to pursue her, but after several meetings Irina turned him off. A month later, sitting in a recording studio, the woman felt a sharp malaise. I went to the doctor and heard: “You are pregnant.” It was unreal, incredible. And yet, at the age of 43, Irina Gribulina, in spite of all her enemies, gave birth to a daughter, Nastya. Now she is the happiest of women.