Did the birth of your son change your life plans?

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When I gave birth to Tyomka, I decided for myself that I would sit on maternity leave. This was my first adult decision. Although I went on maternity leave at the "peak of fame", but in the fifth month I became indifferent to everything except the pregnancy. When Tyomka was born, it was reported in the society columns on fashionable radio, and that was it. I "left the stage".

How long did you live with just your son?

A year and a half. Just family. And then, in the middle usa mobile phone numbers database of summer, a big press festival was held in Novosibirsk. I came there after a year and a half at home, wild, and met the legendary Dima Muratov (at that time he was still working at KP, Sobesednik, and already Novaya Gazeta), who suddenly invited me to move to Moscow. That is, I was walking around like this, feeling useless, dull, and talentless, a talentless and forgotten mouse, and suddenly I was pulled into the sky by my hair! I am very grateful to him for that invitation! Although I refused, the gears started turning from that moment on…

So you didn't go to Moscow?

But I started to return to work. My new project was the Novosibirsk Press Club. It was a unique independent platform not just for press conferences, but for joint investigations and discussions. Only here could two public enemies come and openly sort things out. The press club had two stages of life. I call the first one the touring stage. We didn’t have our own premises, we came to friends who owned clubs, who received journalists, fed them, helped them, and made “backdrops”. At the same time, I worked for a regional newspaper and wrote for the federal Komsomolskaya Pravda. And then I had to take a break – I got sick.

I was 27, I had everything: family, work, fame, when I was diagnosed with stage 2 cancer. This is the very, forgive me for being primitive, feature that divides life into "before" and "after".

Do you want to talk about this?

I have a phantasmogoria story, I wrote about it when I realized that I could speak. It's called "Day of Love". Funny.

What helped you recover?

The main thing I feel now is enormous gratitude. For what happened. In life, there are lessons and circumstances that shape a person. My experience of illness shaped me. It was a wonderful lesson in humility, an experience of physical pain. For the first time, you think about why and what for you live. And if you die, then what next? You experience responsibility for your son, your husband, your mother and loved ones in a new way. You understand how much good there is around you and how it slips through, flies by…