After a frank interview about the divorce with Dmitry Tarasov, Olga Buzova told about her life before him, his childhood and all the emotional experiences.
“After the family collapsed, I didn’t eat or sleep for a month, I just couldn’t close my eyes - my heart was pounding. When I was dying, I told my mother: “Doesn't he really care?”How was it possible to refuse not only my love, but also friendship? Communication is completely broken, bridges burned ...
I did not know how to continue to live. The closest and favorite person abandoned me overnight! I was so killed by this news that I thought: now everyone will turn away, I will be completely alone. On my birthday last January there were two hundred people, and then mom noticed: “So many people next to you are in joy, I wonder how many would be left if trouble happens.” This year they came to congratulate only twenty people - that’s the answer. Many of those that fell off, behaved ugly - literally throwing knives in the back.I stopped being surprised: I was already experiencing something similar in school, on the project “House 2”, and in my professional activity. But when it comes to personal - the most painful.
I always put love in the first place, therefore divorce was perceived as the worst thing that could happen to a woman.When I was twenty-five years old, my parents suddenly broke up, and one day the cozy world of my childhood burst like a soap bubble, because I was sure that they were happy together. Moreover, both parents never divorced, my grandmothers were with their husbands until their last breath, living together for fifty-five years.
I was often compared with Grandma Alla on my mother's side: she is a very open, sincere person, she continued to believe people, no matter how much she deceived her. And in this naivety, I definitely went into it. And my sense of purpose from my mother - Irina Alexandrovna. She dreamed of becoming a doctor and after school she went from Klaipeda to Leningrad to go to the First Honey, said: “If I don’t, it will be the end of my life.” In the second year, the son of a diplomat from an African country, who speaks five languages fluently and perfectly dances in any style, wooed her.Mom was conquered by his education, but could not disobey her father, who was categorically opposed to marriage with a foreigner, since leaving her daughter abroad equated to treason and threatened to renounce her. As it turned out, my mother could live in Paris, where the young man had a business and a home.
Father, Igor Dmitrievich, was adopted by his grandmother and grandfather favorably: tall, intelligent, cheerful, handsome, and he also played the guitar and sang. Well, what mother-in-law will stand ?! My parents met in the construction team in Komi, where my mother was a doctor of the students of the aviation institute. She always had an active life position and piously believed in the ideals of the time.