She is familiar to the general public as a TV presenter.
The biography of Olga Kokorekina began in Moscow. A native of the metropolis, she was no different in childhood from her peers, but preferred to communicate with mischievous boys, participating in their fun and adventures. Olya’s parents, having a chemical education, could not imagine who their daughter would become in the future. Brave and decisive in character, the girl chose her future profession herself, deciding to devote her life to journalism. She studied at Moscow State University. Lomonosov, and in 1993 began working at VGTRK. Olga mastered the complex editorial work of Kokorekina immediately, but then went to work for the television program “Vesti”, where since 1997 she was a presenter on the “Culture” channel, and then on RTR she informed viewers about the day’s sensational events in news broadcasts. In 2002, viewers saw the pretty TV presenter on Channel One. Since 2009, the girl worked fruitfully at the Mayak radio station. At the same time, her long-awaited daughter was born. Since 2010, Olga has been the host of the “Now” program at the Petersburg shopping and entertainment complex. The girl’s personal life is not as successful as her career. A long marriage with television journalist Ilya Kopelevich broke up after nine years of marriage. Olga did not despair, and remarried businessman Vadim Bykov, from whom her daughter Dashenka was born. Now Olga Kokorekina is a TV presenter and a wonderful mother, she is raising her daughter alone, leads an active lifestyle, does not get bored or discouraged. She enjoys horse riding, enjoys skiing, and goes to the sauna on weekends. This is where the biography of Olga Kokorekina stops for now.
The first child is happiness
After becoming pregnant, Olga felt severe dizziness. She was afraid that she might faint at any moment and felt terrible weakness. And at this time she had to be actively working. Before the start of each new program, the girl promised herself that this time the broadcast would be the last. The doctors strongly recommended undergoing a course of treatment, which the presenter eventually did, going on sick leave.
However, she did not have to rest at home either, since there was a wedding ceremony and serious preparation for it. Olga also had to take on the renovation of her new apartment, since her husband Vadim is sorely short of free time.
When the girl was taken to the maternity ward, she patiently tried to endure the first labor pains. She measured the corridor with her steps and watched the bright sun rise over morning Moscow. It was a special sight, and Olga Kokorekina, for whom children are the joy and meaning of life, will carry these memories throughout her life. She gave birth easily thanks to special anesthesia, and then thought that for some reason the stories about the terrible contractions of women giving birth had passed her by.
The turn of new troubles has come, but now very pleasant ones. Dasha misses her mother, calls her, and she, madly adoring her little princess, gladly devotes her free time to her.
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Biography
Olga Kokorekina was born on March 8, 1973 in Moscow into a family of chemist scientists - Vladimir Anushavanovich Petrosyan (b. 1939) and Valeria Alekseevna Kokorekina (b. 1940)[1].
From 1990 to 1997 she studied at the evening department of the Faculty of Journalism of Moscow State University[2]. She completed an internship at the large-circulation newspaper of the confectionery factory “Red October”[3]. She worked as a museum caretaker at the Nemirovich-Danchenko apartment museum, then at the Goethe Center and a real estate company as a secretary-assistant[4].
At the end of 1993, she began working at VGTRK as an editor, and later as a correspondent for the morning Vesti. From November 1997 to September 2000[5] she hosted the information program “Vesti” on the RTR and “Culture” TV channels - first daytime and then evening broadcasts[6] in tandem with Oleg Alalykin[7]. After Oleg Dobrodeev’s arrival at RTR, she began to host daytime broadcasts again for a short time.
In the fall of 2000, Olga went to work for the ORT television channel, later renamed Channel One[8]. From October 2, 2000[9] to September 2001, she worked in the morning editions of “News” alternately with Igor Gmyza and Anna Pavlova[10].
From September 2001 to the end of 2006, she was the presenter of the daytime and evening editions of Novosti. In 2007-2008, she hosted “Night News” and, during the absence of Yulia Pankratova on the air, replaced her in the daytime news blocks. In 2002-2007, she also often replaced her colleagues in the evening news program “Vremya”[11][12]. She took part in the entertainment television projects “Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?” and “Cruel Intentions”, aired on the same TV channel[13].
In 2008, due to the birth of a child, Olga suspended work on Channel One [14]. In 2009 she made her debut as a radio host. At the Mayak radio station, Olga Kokorekina hosted joint shows with Vadim Tikhomirov and Alexander Karlov[15].
In 2010, she began working on Channel Five in St. Petersburg as the leading news program “Now”[16].
In the fall of 2012, she began hosting the “Right to Voice” program[17] on Channel Three, and after its closure in December of the same year, on the TV Center channel[18]. Since April 2020, she became a co-host of Mikhail Plotnikov on the program “The Young Lady and the Cook” on the same TV channel[19].
Personal life
- The first husband is Ilya Kopelevich, a television journalist who worked in off-screen positions at RTR, Channel One[20] and Russia Today[21]. Married from December 1999[22] to April 2008.
- In 2008, she got married again. The second husband is businessman Vadim Bykov. In August 2008, Olga Kokorekina and Vadim Bykov had a daughter, Daria.[23] She divorced him.
- Third husband Ivan Maksimov, married in 2013. Daughter Anastasia was born in December 2013[24]. In Olga's own words:
| With the youngest I look at things calmer and healthier. Dasha, I had postpartum depression, but this time it was only a weak semblance of it, everything settled down in two weeks. When Vanya went on a business trip a week after Nastya’s birth, I, of course, cried and was very bored, but gradually returned to normal. I even liked the temporary solitude. Nastenka was born on December 3, by the middle of the month we could already feel the approach of the New Year, old Hollywood films were shown on TV. I lay on the bed, watched “Pretty Woman,” breastfed my beauty and thought: “Lord, what happiness...” [25]. |
The presenter of “News” should be an example
At the Russian Student Spring festival in 2007, Olga Kokorekina was part of the jury. Guests of the competition did not fail to ask the presenter how she managed to look so great. The image of a woman on screen is special: she should look strict, conservative, but at the same time beautiful. You cannot use bright accessories in an outfit, because viewers begin to look at them carefully, missing important information. It is forbidden to let long hair fall over the shoulders - it should be styled in a neat and not very voluminous hairstyle. The TV presenter is assisted by image makers who accurately guess the color and style of blouses and jackets.
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Armenian blood flows in her veins
Olga Kokorekina admits that she is a quarter Armenian on her father’s side. And this, as you know, is a freedom-loving, hot-tempered and straightforward people. It can be difficult for a woman to restrain herself when the situation requires an immediate solution, but the situation does not allow taking decisive action. She believes that all people must necessarily learn lessons from past mistakes and avoid them in the future. There is a big difference between the Olga who watches from the screens and the one who, in a relaxed atmosphere, laughs cheerfully and boisterously, interspersing the conversation with sparkling jokes.
Beauty secrets from Olga Kokorekina
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Olga shared the secret of her beauty and charm. In her opinion, a person should, despite a busy work schedule, spend at least nine to ten hours sleeping every day and not drink alcohol in large quantities.
Olga Kokorekina, whose photos adorn the pages of printed publications, tries not to eat potato products and avoids salty and spicy dishes. Thanks to proper nutrition and exercise, she looks stunning at 41 years old. Olga Kokorekina eats according to the principle: breakfast is yours, lunch is shared with a friend, and dinner is for the enemy. Sometimes in the evening he doesn’t have dinner at all, but drinks fermented milk products. The main thing, as the woman believes, is a person’s peace of mind, because in an excited state he easily gets sick and gets tired. And this makes it hard for the people around you.
Olga Kokorekina thinks that the height of unreasonableness is to limit yourself in food to a tiny amount of a few tens of grams per meal, because sooner or later this will lead to serious diseases of the digestive tract and a deterioration in overall well-being. You can allow yourself too much if you really want it, but then unload the body with light food.
Olga doesn’t like to tinker in the kitchen herself, but she cooks dishes that don’t take a lot of time and effort. She really loves zucchini pancakes and vegetable caviar. Of the many different foods, he always prefers vegetables.
Where did Channel One presenter Olga Kokorekina go?
Olga Kokorekina remains the host of television and radio programs to this day.
A little about Olga’s personal life, her career, gossip and unfortunate photos. Olga was born on March 8, under the zodiac sign - Pisces, in the year of the Ox according to the eastern horoscope (1973). Olya has always been a stubborn, brave and cheerful girl, she went in for sports, and believed that she could achieve everything on her own. Her parents, chemist scientists, suggested that she also enroll in the Faculty of Chemistry, but Olga dreamed of being a journalist since school and graduated from Moscow State University.
Once in an interview , Olga said that she was 1/4 Armenian (on her father’s side the family name was Petrosyan), apparently such hot blood flows from there. Olga’s character is changeable; when she has to work, she is restrained and collected, and when there is a relaxed, friendly atmosphere around, a smile never leaves Olga’s face, everyone is infected by her sparkling jokes and laughter. She is proud of the name Kokorekin - her grandfather is the famous graphic artist A. A. Kokorekin.
Over her many years of career , Olga changed several television channels and worked at Mayak radio. She started back in 1993 as an editor for the VGTRK television channel. Then she was a presenter on the Culture and Russia channels. Since 2002, Olga Kokorekina has been offered a job on Channel One.
While Olga Kokorekina was married to the director of the correspondents department of Channel One, she worked as a news presenter on Channel One, but after her divorce from Ilya Kopelevich, she had to leave her job, as she married a second time (to businessman Vadim Bykov) and gave birth to a child, a wonderful daughter Dasha (August 2008)
After two unsuccessful marriages (she lived in the first for 9 years, and the second broke up a year later), Olga Kokorekina again devoted herself to her career.
Social life leading
The TV presenter avoids noisy get-togethers and parties and tries to ignore invitations to evening social events. He doesn’t understand when people crowd in a huge line for free food and drinks in the form of sandwiches or champagne. In her heart, she does not approve and does not understand such impulses, preferring to gather in a small circle of best friends or spend a certain amount of money on a trip to a decent establishment: a cozy cafe or restaurant. The menu there is good, and the atmosphere is conducive to friendly conversation. Olga Kokorekina, whose personal life does not extend beyond the walls of her home, tries to listen to others before talking about herself.
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Olga tries to devote all her free time from work to her loved ones and close people, raising her growing daughters. She tries not to let anyone into the intimate world of her family, preferring not to advertise the details of her personal life.
With great pleasure he goes in for horseback riding, skiing, and visiting the bathhouse. He tries to avoid social events, where he is frankly bored. Now the greatest value for her is her family and children, whom she had to wait for so long.
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When the girl was just starting her career, she repeatedly received offers to change her last name to a more sonorous pseudonym. However, she was categorically against it because she values her genealogical line. Olga’s grandfather was a fairly famous poster artist, whose pen created the famous paintings “Let’s get to Berlin”, “For the Motherland” and many others. She values and is proud of her name.
When the parents insisted that their daughter enter the chemistry department, the girl immediately snapped: “It’s not mine!” True, for some time she was tormented by doubts about what to choose from the humanities: journalism or philology, and she became a journalist. In their youth, young people want travel, risk, romance, and this profession gives the desired sensations in abundance.
Olga Kokorekina, a TV presenter, enjoys commenting on scientific news, discoveries, and global events that are not related to terrorist attacks and loss of life. Although, due to my profession, I also have to voice information that leaves a heavy aftertaste in my soul.
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So what is she like?
Olga Kokorekina is a bright, beautiful, successful woman who is not alien to everything human. She is not afraid to tell a person the truth in the eyes, she is capable of decisive actions on which the lives of her loved ones depend. Her optimism and self-confidence infect the people around her. She tries to see the positive aspects in everything. And that’s why it’s easy and simple to be around her. There is no stiffness, mannerism or complacency that can be observed in some stars. Olga Kokorekina is talented in everything because she makes her own destiny.
An excerpt characterizing Kokorekin, Olga Vladimirovna
Sonya's outfit was the best. Her mustache and eyebrows suited her unusually. Everyone told her that she was very good, and she was in an unusually energetic mood. Some inner voice told her that now or never her fate would be decided, and she, in her man’s dress, seemed like a completely different person. Luiza Ivanovna agreed, and half an hour later four troikas with bells and bells, squealing and whistling through the frosty snow, drove up to the porch. Natasha was the first to give the tone of Christmas joy, and this joy, reflected from one to another, intensified more and more and reached its highest degree at the time when everyone went out into the cold, and, talking, calling to each other, laughing and shouting, sat in the sleigh. Two of the troikas were accelerating, the third was the old count’s troika with an Oryol trotter at the root; the fourth is Nikolai's own with his short, black, shaggy root. Nikolai, in his old woman's outfit, on which he put on a hussar's belted cloak, stood in the middle of his sleigh, picking up the reins. It was so light that he saw the plaques and eyes of the horses glinting in the monthly light, looking back in fear at the riders rustling under the dark awning of the entrance. Natasha, Sonya, m me Schoss and two girls got into Nikolai’s sleigh. Dimmler and his wife and Petya sat in the old count’s sleigh; Dressed up servants sat in the rest. - Go ahead, Zakhar! - Nikolai shouted to his father’s coachman in order to have a chance to overtake him on the road. The old count's troika, in which Dimmler and the other mummers sat, squealed with their runners, as if frozen to the snow, and rattled a thick bell, moved forward. The ones attached to them pressed against the shafts and got stuck, turning out the strong and shiny snow like sugar. Nikolai set off after the first three; The others made noise and screamed from behind. At first we rode at a small trot along a narrow road. While driving past the garden, shadows from bare trees often lay across the road and hid the bright light of the moon, but as soon as we left the fence, a diamond-shiny snowy plain with a bluish sheen, all bathed in a monthly glow and motionless, opened up on all sides. Once, once, a bump hit the front sleigh; in the same way, the next sleigh and the next were pushed and, boldly breaking the chained silence, one after another the sleighs began to stretch out. - A hare's trail, a lot of tracks! – Natasha’s voice sounded in the frozen, frozen air. – Apparently, Nicholas! - said Sonya's voice. – Nikolai looked back at Sonya and bent down to take a closer look at her face. Some completely new, sweet face, with black eyebrows and mustache, looked out from the sables in the moonlight, close and far. “It was Sonya before,” thought Nikolai. He looked at her closer and smiled. – What are you, Nicholas? “Nothing,” he said and turned back to the horses. Having arrived on a rough, large road, oiled with runners and all covered with traces of thorns, visible in the light of the moon, the horses themselves began to tighten the reins and speed up. The left one, bending its head, twitched its lines in jumps. The root swayed, moving its ears, as if asking: “should we start or is it too early?” – Ahead, already far away and ringing like a thick bell receding, Zakhar’s black troika was clearly visible on the white snow. Shouting and laughter and the voices of those dressed up were heard from his sleigh. “Well, you dear ones,” Nikolai shouted, tugging on the reins on one side and withdrawing his hand with the whip. And only by the wind that had become stronger, as if to meet it, and by the twitching of the fasteners, which were tightening and increasing their speed, was it noticeable how fast the troika flew. Nikolai looked back. Screaming and screaming, waving whips and forcing the indigenous people to jump, the other troikas kept pace. The root steadfastly swayed under the arc, not thinking of knocking it down and promising to push it again and again when necessary. Nikolai caught up with the top three. They drove down some mountain and onto a widely traveled road through a meadow near a river. “Where are we going?” thought Nikolai. - “It should be along a slanting meadow. But no, this is something new that I have never seen. This is not a slanting meadow or Demkina Mountain, but God knows what it is! This is something new and magical. Well, whatever it is!” And he, shouting at the horses, began to go around the first three. Zakhar reined in the horses and turned around his face, which was already frozen to the eyebrows. Nikolai started his horses; Zakhar, stretching his arms forward, smacked his lips and let his people go. “Well, hold on, master,” he said. “The troikas flew even faster nearby, and the legs of the galloping horses quickly changed. Nikolai began to take the lead. Zakhar, without changing the position of his outstretched arms, raised one hand with the reins. “You’re lying, master,” he shouted to Nikolai. Nikolai galloped all the horses and overtook Zakhar. The horses covered the faces of their riders with fine, dry snow, and near them there was the sound of frequent rumblings and the tangling of fast-moving legs and the shadows of the overtaking troika. The whistling of runners through the snow and women's squeals were heard from different directions. Stopping the horses again, Nikolai looked around him. All around was the same magical plain soaked through with moonlight with stars scattered across it. “Zakhar shouts for me to take a left; why go left? thought Nikolai. Are we going to the Melyukovs, is this Melyukovka? God knows where we are going, and God knows what is happening to us - and it is very strange and good what is happening to us.” He looked back at the sleigh. “Look, he has a mustache and eyelashes, everything is white,” said one of the strange, pretty and alien people with a thin mustache and eyebrows. “This one, it seems, was Natasha,” thought Nikolai, and this one is m me Schoss; or maybe not, but I don’t know who this Circassian with the mustache is, but I love her.” -Aren't you cold? - he asked. They did not answer and laughed. Dimmler shouted something from the back sleigh, probably funny, but it was impossible to hear what he was shouting. “Yes, yes,” the voices answered laughing. - However, here is some kind of magical forest with shimmering black shadows and sparkles of diamonds and with some kind of enfilade of marble steps, and some kind of silver roofs of magical buildings, and the piercing squeal of some animals. “And if this really is Melyukovka, then it’s even stranger that we were traveling God knows where, and came to Melyukovka,” thought Nikolai. Indeed, it was Melyukovka, and girls and lackeys with candles and joyful faces ran out to the entrance. - Who it? - they asked from the entrance. “The counts are dressed up, I can see it by the horses,” answered the voices. Pelageya Danilovna Melyukova, a broad, energetic woman, wearing glasses and a swinging hood, was sitting in the living room, surrounded by her daughters, whom she tried not to let get bored. They were quietly pouring wax and looking at the shadows of the emerging figures when the footsteps and voices of visitors began to rustle in the hall. Hussars, ladies, witches, payassas, bears, clearing their throats and wiping their frost-covered faces in the hallway, entered the hall, where candles were hastily lit. The clown - Dimmler and the lady - Nikolai opened the dance. Surrounded by screaming children, the mummers, covering their faces and changing their voices, bowed to the hostess and positioned themselves around the room. - Oh, it’s impossible to find out! And Natasha! Look who she looks like! Really, it reminds me of someone. Eduard Karlych is so good! I didn't recognize it. Yes, how she dances! Oh, fathers, and some kind of Circassian; right, how it suits Sonyushka. Who else is this? Well, they consoled me! Take the tables, Nikita, Vanya. And we sat so quietly! - Ha ha ha!... Hussar this, hussar that! Just like a boy, and his legs!... I can’t see... - voices were heard. Natasha, the favorite of the young Melyukovs, disappeared with them into the back rooms, where they needed cork and various dressing gowns and men's dresses, which through the open door received the naked girlish hands from the footman. Ten minutes later, all the youth of the Melyukov family joined the mummers. Pelageya Danilovna, having ordered the clearing of the place for the guests and refreshments for the gentlemen and servants, without taking off her glasses, with a restrained smile, walked among the mummers, looking closely into their faces and not recognizing anyone. Not only did she not recognize the Rostovs and Dimmler, but she also could not recognize either her daughters or her husband’s robes and uniforms that they were wearing. -Whose is this? - she said, turning to her governess and looking into the face of her daughter, who represented the Kazan Tatar. - It seems like someone from Rostov. Well, Mr. Hussar, what regiment do you serve in? – she asked Natasha. “Give the Turk, give the Turk some marshmallows,” she said to the bartender who was serving them: “this is not prohibited by their law.”
