To look young and beautiful like Maria Kulikova, try to follow some rules that the actress has developed for herself:
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Of course, we can say that Maria Kulikova was simply lucky - she had healthy, clear skin from birth, and a beautiful figure from swimming. What do you think - should you take care of your figure, limit yourself, if you already look good? Star stories. Actress Maria Kulikova loves barbecue and champagne. Photo: Instagram When Maria Kulikova is asked what is the most important pleasure in life for her, she names three points.
Maria Kulikova – When I’m on a diet, I feed my loved ones
But in addition to food restrictions, Maria loves sports. Of course, she is the wife of a football player, and also the mother of 3 boys. She visits the gym and roller skates with the children or plays active games with them.
She goes for a morning jog in the park or jogs on the track: alternating uphill walking with running at intervals of half an hour. Engaged in fitness and workouts. But she completely refused strength training. I never had this before, I tossed and turned all the time, but then I learned to switch off, because otherwise I could go crazy.
Maria Kulikova: “I want a child!”
You can spend hours on the site, so you need to arrange at least a short rest for yourself. Plus sometimes I indulge in sweets.
Most often in the afternoon I really want it, and I don’t deny myself. I think it's torture if you don't eat something tasty. When I got my own house - small, unpretentious, but very cozy, when I myself chose and equipped my kitchen, then cooking became a pleasure! I often do this: if someone needs to come to see me, even if only for a short time, I still put some kind of cottage cheese cookies in the oven.
When the aroma of vanilla spreads throughout the house, at some vibrational level something happens to people: they walk in, it smells like baking, and they don’t want to leave at all! I really like it when my home smells of delicious food. But it takes a long time... It’s not difficult, but it’s long. Everyone eats two or three plates. If it’s also topped with bruschetta, it’s absolutely beautiful and very satisfying. I don’t see the point in doing this on vacation. However, when I arrive at the site, I immediately start eating everything boiled and without salt.
What is our incentive? That's right, profession! If I start eating everything, everyone will say that there is something wrong with me. I'm not a sports person at all. A couple of times I bought cards for a fitness club, but it’s not for me.
Maria Kulikova: “My love is my happiness!”
photo: globallookpress.com Actress Maria Kulikova, so beloved by the audience in the films “Two Fates”, “One’s Own Truth”, “Sklifosovsky”, “Too Beautiful a Wife”, “Let Me Kiss You... at the Wedding”, “Where Love Goes”, is distinguished by from many colleagues in the shop there is an amazingly easy character, magical attractiveness, but most importantly - the desire to hear the interlocutor.
The actress does not try to play “in public”, does not include the “star”. She is who she is! Smiling, charming, bright, and very hardworking young woman. From the author.
We agreed on an interview with the actress in Riga, by phone. I planned that the conversation would take place at least in a month or two. Demand for cinema, a lot of work in the theater, a small child. There's no time for an interview! But what was my surprise when Maria called and said: “I’m going on tour in the Baltics soon. "Snow in a foreign city." That's what the play is called. Let's talk then. Are you comfortable?” Of course, it was convenient for me.
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The work of a journalist involves many complexities and difficulties. You need to be able to win over your interlocutor, think about “inconvenient questions,” and most importantly, not offend your interlocutor with a careless word. You need to be “on alert” all the time! To be honest, this is not the case with Masha Kulikova. This actress endeared herself to me. Unique naturalness, openness, friendliness and... a glass of wonderful French champagne. The interview flowed smoothly into a normal conversation between two women.
And it all started with appearance.
Normal women's conversation.
- Masha, you are absolutely natural. It feels like you just “came off” the screen and sat down next to me. Excuse me, do you film with virtually no makeup?
- Not really. Make-up, of course, is present in films. But it's all about my appearance. I have a completely average – statistical social appearance! That's why I often play doctors, teachers, and military men. People, just like in life. There are bright women, but I’m not one of them. It's hard to notice me in a crowd. When people recognize me on the street, I flinch. Honestly, I don't get recognized often.
I’m not a party person at all, and my everyday clothes are more sporty than classic. I feel comfortable in bikers, sweatpants, knitted hats, and UGG boots. How can one recognize a public person? (laughs). Yes, and I often take the metro, because I hate traffic jams. And my appearance is completely ordinary. I’m sure I never considered myself a beauty! — Apparently, the Soviet strict upbringing is taking its toll. Everything comes from childhood.
Pioneer childhood, law faculty and theater.
My childhood is wonderful. In general, my generation grew up in a happy, wonderful time. We were such pioneers - heroes. We were brought up in a large Soviet country. I am a Muscovite. It’s hard for me to say how things were with patriotism in small regions of our country, but in Moscow everything was concrete! There was a complete feeling that we should be proud that we live in a great country, a huge country, the Soviet Union! By the way, this had huge advantages. For example, schools had a uniform uniform. There were no obvious differences between students. Today there is a very large gap between segments of the population. You can immediately see who is wealthy and who is not. When I was at school, we were forbidden to wear earrings, rings, or makeup until the ninth grade. Everything was very strict. Although I studied at a specialized English school, we did not have any liberties. And at the institute, what was important was what you were like, and not what you were wearing or the make of your car. However, what kind of cars do students have then? They simply weren't there! Virtue was honored. If you are something on the stage, then you are valued, respected, loved. And if you are “zero”, then no machine will help you. However, this is ordinary reasoning. Let's go back to my childhood.
The parents were the most ordinary people. Dad worked for many years at the State Television and Radio Broadcasting Company, and later began singing in a church choir. My mom was an engineer. But my grandmother served as dean of the vocal department at Gnesinka. But I don't remember much of her. My grandmother passed away when I was four years old. But I remember her from photographs. And even from what photographs! Powerful photos. Here is grandma with Gagarin! Here is grandma with Gnessina (Soviet pianist-teacher, etc.)! Of course, as a child I didn’t understand all this “power”, but now I’m proud of my relatives (laughs).
Everyone in our family has always worked hard. The parents were spinning around as best they could. They made money. Nothing out of the ordinary. An ordinary Soviet family. At first we lived in the center of Moscow, and then our house was resettled, and we ended up in an apartment on the outskirts, on the outskirts. But at that time, it was not customary to argue with the state on housing issues. You were given such an apartment - rejoice! And we lived. The area was, to put it mildly, dysfunctional and my parents decided to keep me busy. And I was sent to a regular theater studio in Moscow. My parents made this decision for another reason: I was a tense, very shy, unsightly child. And in order to become at least a little self-confident, I started going to this studio. And my first role was a little Baba Yaga. Nobody let me play princesses. I absolutely loved the studio!
I liked to make faces and rock out. I liked the laughter in the hall. I understood that acting on stage was fun. I was ten years old and I consciously understood that you can play pranks on stage, but nothing will happen to you for it! This was a kind of freedom that Soviet upbringing did not provide. And I tasted this freedom! I tasted it and liked it. And I couldn’t stop anymore. I realized that I had become interesting to everyone. This is the scene! This is a performance! And interest in your person fuels both self-esteem and pride.
But, with all my love for the stage, I clearly understood that in life I needed a sane profession. And my parents convinced me of this. I began to seriously prepare for admission to the Faculty of Law at Moscow State University. But I didn’t have the heart for this profession! I didn’t want to study to become a lawyer, but applied to theater universities. I submitted documents to all theater institutions. I think that everyone who applied did this. And miraculously I got into the Shchukin School. Yes, by some miracle!
Why "Pike"? You know, every year a certain theater university is in the “top”. Of course, all theater institutes are wonderful, but “Pike” is cool! Look what gifted people studied there! Gundareva, Bogatyrev, Mikhalkov, Varley. And the traditions at the school are wonderful. I still have a rule; stand up when a person older than you enters the room. We were taught this at school.
But about my admission. It was funny. I had no problems with poetry. I read Pushkin. But with prose. I was very lazy and I didn’t really enjoy learning prose. And I decided that I would use a free interpretation. I chose an excerpt from a book I just read. Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Novel "One Hundred Years of Solitude". When I read this work, I understood little of it. But there was magical music in it. So I decided to “shine off” in front of the admissions committee. When it “shone”, the commission openly told me that a free retelling would not work here! And they sent me to learn prose. I was very surprised then: “Wow!” And they know Marquez!” (laughs) I had to learn an excerpt from “Uncle Vanya” by Chekhov.
But I did. Apparently, the commission decided that I was a completely inexperienced person in life and that they could “mold” me into anything.
We had 18-20 people in the group. And the course was taught by Evgeny Vladimirovich Knyazev. Yes, the one who played Wolf Messing. This is a completely unique person. He dealt with his students like little children. I felt absolutely crazy human impact. This is the MASTER! And now, when I use the necessary colors to create an “image” - this is Knyazev. He knows how to amazingly build a female image. What can I say? Master! Now I understand that in order to fulfill his pedagogical duty to his students, he refused many interesting works in theater and cinema. He went to all our shows in Moscow theaters, thanks to which our course was distributed very well. Almost everyone got a job in Moscow theaters. And we had amazing guys on the course: Dmitry Ulyanov, Stanislav Druzhnikov.
By the way, to this day, our course, according to the tradition that emerged during our student years, the whole course gathers with him for the Old New Year, and in the summer we go to his dacha. Just talk, drink tea.
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What diet helps the Sklifosovsky star Maria Kulikova stay slim
Moreover, I work 14 hours every day. The shift can be such that you spend half a day running in the forest. Adrenaline and physical activity are more than enough.
When I was younger, I always had the feeling that I wouldn’t have time to watch something, what if I never came here again, and what would I tell? Now I don't care at all. I can even fly, for example, to Paris, and if I don’t want to go out, I won’t go anywhere, but will just sit on the couch. And I think that there is some kind of thrill in this too. I’m sitting on the sofa in Paris... Yes, I’m not in the Louvre - I’m on the sofa, so what? If you want to go to the Louvre, please go there, but today I want to be on the couch.
Any viewer who even occasionally watches TV can offhand name at least several films and TV series with Kulikova in the title role. Of course, appearance is very important for an actress.
This is the principle by which I exist. Of course, Europe is beautiful and there are some places and things you should definitely see there, but lately my vacation has been mostly on the beach, very calm.
How do you feel about the fact that we are all, so to speak, growing up? As an actress, how troubling is this topic for you? Everything somehow turned out very well for me when I was forty.
Galina Kulikova - Sabina on a French diet
Galina KULIKOVA
SABINA ON THE FRENCH DIET
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Sabina firmly decided not to go to her cousin’s niece’s wedding, but simply give her a gift and flowers. I really didn’t want to trudge out of town through such slush. At the festive table they will probably force her to drink at least champagne, and all the way back she will be terrified of the traffic cops.
Moreover, at the banquet, relatives will begin to pester you with questions: “Well, when will you arrange your life?” As if Sabina had not already satisfied her - the way she wanted. Is it even possible to explain to a bunch of sentimental aunties and uncles - especially at a wedding! — that a husband is not necessarily included in the set of “essentials”?
Sabina came up with a decent excuse not to go anywhere, and without delay, she called her mother. And she literally struck her down, saying:
— Do you know that Natasha Burimanova will be at the celebration? — She paused and added insidiously:
— With my husband, of course.
The prepared excuse instantly stuck in Sabina’s throat. Dima Burimanov was her first great love, and she had not seen him for many years. They became friends at school, then they had a long romance, beautiful and stormy. But one day one of their small ordinary quarrels grew into a protracted spat. No one wanted to be the first to reconcile. Sabina was convinced that sooner or later Dima would confess. She waited a month, two, three... And suddenly she found out that he had married her own cousin. Which she introduced them to! The blow was so strong that Sabina’s head still rings when she remembers it.
Over the past years, they have never had a chance to meet. In the end, she realized that Dima was simply avoiding family gatherings where he might run into his ex-girlfriend. Or his jealous wife won’t let him into these gatherings.
I wonder what he looks like now? The nieces were chattering that he was starting to go bald, and Natasha had turned into a real quonka. They have two children and the same tiny apartment in Medvedkovo. She does not work, and he holds an administrative position in the Moscow branch of a large Western company.
Sabina realized that she could not resist and would go to this wedding - just to look at the Burimanov couple. To tell the truth, she had long and passionately wanted to discuss their past relationship with Dima. Why did he leave her so unceremoniously? Natasha simply twisted him around, taking advantage of the moment? Or is it something else? Sabina wanted to find out everything.
Since Dima's wedding, a cold, slimy toad had been living in her stomach. And as soon as a serious relationship with some worthy person was planned, the toad reminded of itself. She had to be gotten rid of at all costs.
Sabina, as always, was one of the last to leave the office. She locked the office and quickly moved along the corridor, at the end of which she unexpectedly encountered the main boss, Kologrivov. He rushed around the corner, almost knocking her off her feet. Kologrivov did not like to waste time and rushed around the building like a hurricane, sowing confusion and causing destruction. He established draconian rules in his fiefdom, and Sabina often thought that the employees of Alpha and Omega were about to go into martial law.
Kologrivov located his consulting firm in the very center of Moscow, renting four floors in one of those modern buildings that so spoil the appearance of his native city. Among the old mansions, the building looked ridiculous and suggested that the architect received his diploma through money, and the developer received a construction contract through connections. However, Kologrivov absolutely loved all these tons of glass and metal. No wonder he wore tacky ties and was married to a woman with thin lips.
- Ah, Brusnitsyna! - he said, looking at her with an inattentive glance. - Glad to meet you. You are our best project manager. And we are already considering increasing your wages. “He took her elbow with cold, commanding fingers and pushed her towards the elevator.
He was a man of average height and unremarkable appearance. Probably, in order to add respectability to himself, he grew a rather impressive mustache. Other attributes of his greatness - watches, boots and suit - were purchased in stores that ordinary people are familiar only with signs.
“We really appreciate your clarity and responsibility,” he added.
Sabina's cheeks turned bright red with pleasure. Every day, on the way to work, she walked through Triumphal Square past the huge stone Mayakovsky, who looked down at her with a majestic grin. What are you supposed to be doing down there? What are you striving for? What have you achieved?
She has already achieved wow! If the salary is also increased...
“An important client is expected tomorrow,” Kologrivov said in a significant tone, calling the elevator. — Or rather, a potential client. He is still choosing between us and our competitors. Try to ensure that after talking with you he doesn’t even think about other consultants. I'm counting on you.
- Of course, Valery Fedorovich! - Sabina exclaimed. - I'll do everything I can.
She let the boss go ahead, and she lingered on the porch, buttoning her cloak right up to her neck: an insidious spring wind was blowing along the street, loving to chill frivolous fashionistas. The old alley was crowded with sloppily parked cars. They half occupied the sidewalks and interfered with pedestrians; they had to huddle against the walls of houses, along which sagging white and red ribbons stretched, warning them to beware of icicles. There was a loud dripping from the roofs, but no one was happy about this drop, because the sidewalks were not cleared, and people were jumping over the icy mounds, hissing and cursing.
Sabina had left her car in Oruzheiny Lane and was now anxiously searching with her eyes: what if a tow truck had taken her? Along with a gift and flowers. Fortunately, the “old lady” was there, and Sabina moved towards her with a quick step. She had barely gotten behind the wheel when her cell phone rang. The screen showed: “Petya Brusnitsyn.”
Anyone who has a younger brother will instantly understand why Sabina was wary. Younger brothers, especially if they are twenty-six, don’t just call to inquire about your health or tell a new joke. They appear on the horizon only in one case: if they need something.
“Hello,” she said into the phone in an expectant tone. - How are you?
- Salute, Sabinka! - a familiar impudent voice reached her. - I hope you will be at the wedding? We need to talk. Urgently, understand? I need your help. So will you?
- I will, I will.
- Your Burimanov will come! - the brother said with such joy, as if he had promised her a gift. - Ha ha!
-What makes you so happy? - Sabina got angry.
— It’s cool to look at the guy you could be married to now.
— Pete, you are the owner of a company, you have twenty-five people on your staff. You can't say "cool."
“Bore,” he answered and hung up.
He was definitely spoiled by his mother and two unmarried aunts. When his stepfather appeared, Petya had already rushed into the thick of life: he drove foreign cars from Europe, built dachas in the Moscow region, and mastered the production of ceramic tiles. And finally, he opened his own company for the training and selection of secretaries and assistants, dubbing it “Right Hand”. He was madly proud of his creation, and when Sabina noticed that this name suggested a prosthetic workshop, Petya almost attacked her with his fists.
All the way Sabina thought about what impression she would make on Burimanov. I indulged in dreams. I was shaking with excitement. Near “Dynamo” I drove through a red light, and not far from the Hydroproject building I almost crashed into a jeep, which was blocking half of the road with its massive backside. Finding herself outside the city, she almost missed the right turn and once again ordered herself not to panic. Maybe it’s just a “duck” and there won’t be any Dima at the banquet.
But he ended up there. She arrived at the place already at dusk and burst into the house with a huge bouquet and knee-deep in mud. The house was buzzing with voices and shining with lights. He looked bright, and the dressed-up guests suited the solemn atmosphere perfectly.
The newlyweds met her in the hall with beaming faces. The bride wore a white trouser suit and a flirty round hat. Her eyes sparkled like those of a crocodile hunter who had gotten a good skin. The groom, intoxicated by his own violent feelings, stood next to her with a stupid face. Sabina said all the required words and presented the gift.
And immediately I saw my younger brother in torn jeans and a wide shirt, which would probably be comfortable for mowing hay. He walked towards her from somewhere deep in the corridor, smiling joyfully. Mom believed that her son dressed “pointlessly” and constantly bought him normal things, which he put in the pantry without cutting off the tags. However, no matter what he put on, the girls went crazy about him, because Petya was affectionate and arrogant. And also blue-eyed. He never told his many girlfriends that he was in business, otherwise they would have torn him apart.
