The best means are humility and love. black forest path
Marina Biryukova, a participant in the show The Bachelor season 1, until the last believed that she would be able to win the project. Many viewers also believed that the beauty was worthy of being Eugene's wife. However, the fairy tale was not destined to come true.
Life before the project
Marina is a journalist, an active girl, born and raised in St. Petersburg. Love for beauty since childhood was instilled in the girl by her mother, who was a professional cosmetologist and taught her daughter to take care of herself.
After the girl graduated from the university, she decided to work in her specialty and achieve heights in her chosen direction. This really worked out for her. The beauty says that journalism is not just a way to make money for her, but also a favorite hobby.
Marina Biryukova on the show Bachelor season 1
Frequent failures on the personal front forced the girl to come to the Bachelor show. The participant herself admits that she did not really believe in her victory, but Evgeny Levchenko seemed to her a very attractive groom, so she decided to continue the fight.
IN the first season of the Bachelor project on TNT the girl was remembered as very refined, gentle, but at the same time strong personality who has something to say. She showed everyone that she was ready to follow her dream to the last. Of course, Eugene liked such qualities. That is why the girl reached the semi-finals.
It is recognized that at this stage it was very difficult to make a choice. The beauty was charming, but he did not have the opportunity to leave four girls. So I had to say goodbye to someone.
Eugene says that although it was not easy, he still had to make a choice. Despite the fact that the main fiance of the country refused the girl, she did not despair. For her it was interesting trip, fun adventure.
Literally some time after the completion of the project, Marina met a man named Ivan, whom she soon married. Unfortunately, the girl does not give more information about her personal life, so we cannot say who Ivan is by profession and how they met Marina.
Fresh photos of Marina Biryukova on Instagram
Marina Biryukova is another participant in the popular project on TNT, who managed to arrange her own personal life immediately after she received a refusal from the main fiance of the country.
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Recently, when the mail began to bring me the diocesan Saratov magazine "Orthodoxy and Modernity," my eyes got used to looking in the signature under conversations with clergymen, under articles - the name of today's heroine of our program: "Marina Biryukova talked." Reading her questions, listening to their intonation, something told me that Marina was from that journalistic tribe, to which long years I belonged myself. And even earlier, since the beginning of the last decade, in literary magazines- now in the "Volga", then in the capital's "Arion", - I began to meet her poems. And recently, with the help of friends and the Metropolitan of Saratov and Volsky Longin, a collection of her poems was also published - "Goldfinch".
Goldfinch bird on a stripped birch,
and behind the birch is a black field.
How I am comforted by this bird,
how good it is for me today at will -
maybe I have already suffered? ..
The sky above the chill is like pure ice,
the bird finally saw me -
the cobweb is torn off by a quick wing,
the last leaves are torn down. Twitter -
here, and she has already disappeared in the field ...
Two unexpected clouds in the sky -
like a mitten of confused couples.
The picturesque, quiet monologues of a person who, as I felt, had seen a lot and experienced a lot, were not immediately remembered. But every time after reading, they left some kind of glorious reflection and settled in the soul. In these verses, a grasshopper chirped, a well bucket tinkled, the wind hummed through the window shutters, a long sunset went beyond the river, saving the first snow covered the earth. And behind all the daily, changing everyday and incomprehensible miracles - a vigilant and humble witness. Related, its own - to the autumn fellow-leaf, a sparrow, crouching on an asphalt pothole with accumulated melt water, and even - yellow sun spots. From poem to poem, she believes, evaluates, questions her fate - through the tangible, audible and visible signs of God's world.
Worth the last warmth
ambulance water under a snag
Maple Leaf dragged away,
and I screw up the flask
with forest water and put
her in a backpack, and through the spruce forest
slowly walking towards the road
This is how Monday fell.
No matter how broken or weak
I will learn the lessons of this day.
Dark mushroom head
lifted the raw needles,
I'll get it now rusty knife…
The cut turns white. Magpies scream.
Learning that the world is good -
what hard lessons!
Marina Biryukova, from the book "Goldfinch"
Last summer, a selection of Marina Biryukova's poems in the Siberian Lights magazine opened with a sketch about an old log and a little girl. I remember these verses. From time to time, their heroine crumbles dilapidated wood, takes soft rotten wood and writes her very first clumsy words on the wooden paneling of the house. “... And later I was crushed and knocked down, and the rules became helpless, but - wasn’t this rotten log given to me for happiness?”
What an attentive, heartened poetic word - memory.
Here they are waiting for me: no matter how late it is,
above the birches, on the sixth floor
the window shines with an orange curtain.
They remember me here: a damp gatehouse
under the monastery wall in the forest -
a aching kettle on a tiny tile.
Paint number on a dilapidated gate -
I am loved here. And I will bring
what I can. And as far as I can
I justify everything. And most importantly, I will:
whether to be a victory, whether to happen bad luck -
I will, I will enter, I will hug, I will not lie.
Marina Biryukova, from the book "Goldfinch"
The substance of gratitude, dissolved in the poems of Marina Biryukova, confessionally transformed and becoming genuine poetry, has the happy ability to move into the reader's consciousness. It stays there for a long time.
