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A position for which, probably, anyone would hold on with both hands. But not Agalakova. One fine day, she came to her immediate boss - Kirill Kleimenov, director of the Directorate of Information Programs - and stunned him with a message that she would very much like to leave as her own correspondent for Channel One in Paris. This place just happened to be vacant. “Kirill was very surprised,” Zhanna recalls. “He didn’t even seem to understand what I was talking about right away.” To be the host of the Vremya program - and suddenly become a correspondent, even if in France! There were several reasons for such an act by Agalakova. First, she, frankly, got bored just reading the news. Secondly, her husband at that time worked at one of the universities in Paris.

Thirdly, Alice was growing up, who simply adored her dad and missed him very much. “It seems that the time has come to live together,” Jeanne decided and went in 2005 to the French capital.

The family settled in a large - one hundred and twenty square meters - apartment, located in a very prestigious area, a five-minute walk from the Champs Elysees. Back in 1957, during the Cold War, it was filmed by a Gosteleradio correspondent who came to work in Paris, and since then she has passed from one correspondent to another, as they say, “by inheritance”. “There are very old “bugs” here,” Zhanna joked during our conversation. “Please speak loudly and clearly, otherwise you will be misunderstood!” There is also a correspondent office in the same apartment.

Agalakova says that at first she was glad that she could go to work in slippers - just go from the living room to the office. And then I realized that she just did not leave work. Every day she discovered France for herself and was happy to talk about this to the multi-million Russian television audience. Today Zhanna already knows Paris so well that she even wrote a book about it, which will soon be published in Moscow. In the native editorial office, on Channel One, Agalakova is lovingly and jokingly called "our Zhanka-Parisian." Even at meetings, which are conducted via Skype in the Directorate of Information Programs, they announce it like this: “And now Zhanka-Parisian is in touch.”

Under the same roof in Paris, the couple did not live long. Giorgio was offered a place at the university in the German city of Bochum - 500 kilometers from Paris.

The family was again divided into two houses. For two years Giorgio was a “Sunday dad”, coming to Paris only for the weekend, until he decided to leave his theoretical physics once and for all. “Moving from one institute to another, changing countries, I realized that no one really needs physics, especially theoretical physics. Even in the scientific world, there is now a demand for something that brings results right away. And I decided to do financial mathematics. It turned out to be terribly exciting,” says Savona. Zhanna does not hide her joy: “I am happy that my husband changed his field of activity. After almost twenty years that have passed since we met, we are finally truly together. Giorgio became a financial analyst: he advises companies on risks and manages capital, and also plays on the stock exchange with shares of various companies.

All this can be done without leaving home. Savona usually sits down at her computer late at night. And during the day, he readily helps his wife with the housework: he goes out for groceries and cooks dinner. The daughter usually picks up Giorgio from school as well. Alice is eight years old. She studies at a primary school in Paris and attends a Russian school twice a week at the Russian Embassy in France. The girl, like her parents, is fluent in three languages: Russian, Italian and French. When the three of them communicate, it is a pleasure to watch them. “Yes, this is pure gibberish! Jeanne laughs. - Suppose Alice asks me something in French, I will answer her in Russian, and Giorgio suddenly enters into a conversation in Italian. I will start talking to him in French, and Alice in Italian ... "

Agalakova has been working as a correspondent in Paris for the sixth year.

How long will this business trip last? “I don't know,” she replies. - The deadline for staff correspondents is not indicated. You can work for only one year, or you can work much longer ... "" Are you wondering if we will end up in different cities after this business trip is over: she is in Moscow, and I am in Rome? Giorgio asks. - Never. We will not live another day apart, no matter where fate takes us.”

Jeanne, all happy love stories usually begin like this: "Once..."
- Once (I worked as a correspondent for the TV studio of the Ministry of Internal Affairs) I was sent to Suzdal to report on an international symposium on combating organized crime. A lot of people came - from fifty countries. We started with a banquet. Solemn speeches, caviar, vodka ... Of all this fuss, I remember only, like a freeze-frame, huge black eyes staring at me, downright devouring. I think I thought then: "What a young policeman."
It was boring, and my colleagues and I decided to run away - to arrange a holiday separately. Leaving the banquet, we accidentally meet one of the organizers of the symposium on the way, and he says to me: "Listen, I'm going to take a company for a drive around the city in the evening. Will you go? Help me with my language." (He did not speak English.) I agreed. And in that same car, I find myself side by side with Giorgio ...
Giorgio later admitted: his first impression of me was my back. As a child, I had a category in gymnastics, and the habit remained (over the years, however, I lose it, unfortunately) to keep my back. Giorgio saw me and was surprised: what a back, what a beautiful straight back! We need to get to know this guy.
- Is he really a cop?
- Not at all. He studied at the Faculty of Physics at the University of Rome, and came to the symposium with his father (Signor Savonna chaired the meetings), a well-known Italian forensic expert, UN expert. Giorgio happily went to the Soviet Union because he was proud of his leftist views. By the way, he still considers himself a communist.
So, we ride around the night Suzdal, admiring the city. Someone remembers the legend about two monasteries built opposite each other - male and female. And the allegedly discovered underground passage between them, which, as they say, the nuns dug faster. Jokes were poured down on this topic ... And the next morning I meet Giorgio before the meeting - so solemn, in a suit, with a tie. For the first time in his life he wore a tie.
- I decided, probably, that it was time to dig a move towards.
- Yes, only he dug faster. At that moment I was not a free girl, fascinated by another person, an adult and very busy. He was away on business for a few weeks, and I, like Penelope, languished in anticipation. Therefore, I was not at all interested in all these sensual drafts, I was not in the mood for it. Just sat down with Giorgio to chat. It turned out that we are both December: I was born on the 6th, he - on the 16th. And only later I found out that he was six years younger than me, he was only nineteen. Quite a boy! He then slightly lied, reduced the difference in years by half ...
I was not at all surprised when, during a break in meetings, when I went out into the hall to change a tape or for some other reason, I met Giorgio every time. For some reason I thought it was necessary. And he just passed me. Guarded. Every day he came to the most boring meetings, sat, all dressed up, in a tie, and waited for me to come out. Colleagues were the first to notice this and began to tell me: "Your Italian is waiting for you there."
- So, here, in the break between meetings, this is what happened - an instantaneous flash, a sunstroke, like Bunin's, and ...
- No, no flash happened, I was in love with another. I was just curious. After dinner, my colleagues and I arranged gatherings, chatted, fooled around - Giorgio invariably participated. It was a lot of fun with him. Or go to the sauna. I heard through the wall how, on the male side, he sings an aria from Don Juan in Italian, despite the fact that his hearing is completely absent. Then we met in the pool, but Giorgio did not swim due to the lack of swimming trunks. He stood wrapped in a sheet like a Roman patrician and watched. Soon everyone noticed that I was spending too much time with a young handsome Italian. Interpol and the world's best criminologists began to follow the development of the "international novel" with interest, and our special services did not doze. It was October 1991, the hotel was full of strong young people in gray suits. True, they were not present at the meetings, but they constantly walked along the corridors with diplomats in their hands, even late at night.
Giorgio remembers the day we first kissed - but I don't. But since someone was hanging around every corner, I think there are many witnesses who can tell about it more accurately than I can.
- And you, of course, were hiding, covering your tracks ...
- Not at first. I didn't have any special intentions, and Giorgio didn't think about caution at all. He did everything so sincerely! Later, when the boss called me ... He almost shouted: "What is your story with the Italian? Stop all this immediately!" It turns out that a note was received from the management. Some deputy minister demanded: "Put a bridle on your correspondent. What is she doing there?"
In the meantime, the five days somehow flew by very famously. It all ended with one short report. But this is from a professional point of view, and from a personal point of view, everything was just beginning. The foreign guests had two more days to explore Moscow - the Kremlin and the Bolshoi Theatre. And suddenly Giorgio says to me: "You know, I'm afraid that if now I go to the hotel, and you go to your home, we will never see each other again." And we went to me.
In fact, I didn’t have a home at the time. I had just graduated from the university and lived with my friend Dasha, who, in turn, lived with her future husband. They gave me a room - I must say, it was a generous act on their part, because their romance at that time was in full swing. But we did not find Dasha: she went on a cruise around Europe.
I don’t know how to explain what happened ... but time seemed to stop, we fell out of it. I never remembered that until recently I was in love with another person, Giorgio forgot to call his father, who, as it turned out later, was looking for him everywhere ... When we went outside the next day, it was snowing. My patent leather shoes quickly got wet, but for some reason I did not feel the cold. We wandered around the city, went into some cafes, danced, laughed ....
- That is, Interpol lost sight of you for two days.
- That's exactly what happened. All Italians were very worried about Giorgio, especially the girls. In Suzdal, one of them, a spectacular blonde (everyone called her "Miss Symposium", and she, of course, considered herself a queen), all the time tried to hurt me somehow, to prick me. I remember at one of the dinners she asked very loudly how old I was. I just answered loudly: twenty-five. Then she turned to Giorgio: "And you?" Giorgio, blushing, said: "I am young too." The Italian clicked her tongue loudly, and all the others looked at each other meaningfully. I think: "Oh, you ... Well, I won't answer anything, because you will soon leave home, and I will stay, you have your own life, I have mine."
In general, they all worried, seeing our relationship, they believed that it was wrong. And that's why I really didn't want to see Giorgio off. It is clear that, saying goodbye, we will cry or kiss, and I did not want to do this in public. But he called me from the airport: "Tell me, can you come now?" I said that I could only get to Sheremetyevo in two hours, not earlier. I was driving and clenching my fists: if only I could be in time, if only I could be in time ... It didn't take me five minutes to reach him. Giorgio was standing at the very end of the hall, a man came up to him, took him by the shoulder; he turned and disappeared. Then I found out that because of him the flight was delayed.
Giorgio began to call me every day, and found a way to do it for free. He sealed the top of the phone card with duct tape so that it could be used indefinitely. True, every ten minutes of the conversation had to dial the number again.
- In the midst of confessions, the phone turned off ...
- Yes, and it was not always possible to get through again right away. Sometimes he dialed the number for 20-30 minutes, sometimes an hour, and I was surprised by the heat that came from the handset.
I heard it raining on the other end of the line. It was October, it was raining in Rome... I heard the noise of cars and the sounds of the city. Sometimes he sang me serenades... And in my mind I was already there, with him. I knew that there were two telephone booths on his street: he always told me which one he was calling from this time. There were some people walking around, I already knew them too - say, an old lady who was walking her dog - a black poodle. I asked: is the signora walking today? And I heard: "No, something has not yet come out." Sometimes his friends looked into his booth, they already knew where to find him, they sent their regards to me.
Once he painted my face on the glass. And after a couple of days he gasped: "You know, your face is still here!" Imagine leaving a mark on the foggy glass of a telephone booth. We talked for two, three, four hours a day. And in the end, he became the person who first told me "Good morning!" and last wished good night. And more and more often I thought: damn, but he is stubborn!
- And where did Odysseus go, who once charmed you? The one you've been waiting for, like Penelope?
- We broke up with that person, and I again began to wait. We agreed that Giorgio would fly to Moscow for Christmas. It was normal for me to come for the holidays, for the holidays, and only then I realized that he just ran away. Leave the house for Christmas, when the whole family gathers?! For Catholic Italy, this is unthinkable.
He arrived with two suitcases of food - it was the winter of 1991 - 1992, when prices were first released, and Western newspapers wrote that there was famine in Russia. There really are no products. Before his arrival, I bought food for a whole week: if only he would not feel the horror that we all experienced here. Every day she went out in search of food, like hunting. I remember I bought some lemons, terribly expensive. And Giorgio, when he cooked, did not squeeze them to the end and threw them away. My heart sank with these lemons. Then my heart began to shrink already because of the upcoming separation: every day I fell in love with him more and more. This difference of six years did not exist, because he knew what I did not know, and he knew how to do what I did not know.
We had something to tell each other: we even watched different cartoons in childhood. Giorgio said: "Well, you know this ..." I was upset: "I don't know ..." The only one who was familiar to me was Mickey Mouse. Then music - he called completely unfamiliar names to me. The same Jim Morrison - at that time only those people who themselves strummed the guitar heard about him.
I proposed to celebrate our first New Year on Red Square. I remember we were terribly late, we ran to the subway. But they did not make it to Red Square by midnight. The chimes were already chiming, and we opened a bottle of champagne at Varvarka, on the steps of some old house. And then the fireworks began. In general, I love all kinds of holidays - parades, fireworks, so that there is a lot of everything - and here Giorgio is also nearby. As if saluting our love.
When he left, it was snowing, we took a taxi to Sheremetyevo, and I cried. And he also cried all the way. Never saw him cry again. At the airport, they could not tear themselves away from each other. They had already checked the luggage, and I had to go to the ticket counter - there, inland, where I was not allowed to enter. But I went with him to the middle of the forbidden zone. Some boss called out to me: "What is this?", but the customs woman told him: "Don't, leave them." And we stood in the middle of the empty hall, as if on a stage, everyone looked at us, but no one said anything. Since then, every time we part, I cannot hold back my tears, although I know that in a week or two he will return, planes fall very rarely, he will be careful driving, and nothing will happen. But the pain from that parting of ours remained, and I can’t help myself.
He left, and I began to count the days until the next meeting, which will be only in April, at Easter, in Rome. Giorgio left me money for a ticket - I didn't have any of my own. I then rented an apartment in Pechatniki - a completely creepy area. Some barracks, garages, warehouses, it's scary to walk between them even during the day. Giorgio and I used to take a taxi when we went somewhere, and my money quickly melted away. Those remnants of food that were stale in the refrigerator, I ate for a very long time, there was nothing more to eat. Four months of waiting, four months of bus pressure, winter, hungry, cold, and only the thought that I would soon go to him warmed me. So I went to Rome...
I had never been abroad before, except for three years in Mongolia, with my parents. I was terribly worried. Giorgio's parents had been divorced for ten years, but continued to maintain a very close relationship, practically it was a family. And I kept thinking: how can I like them? I took with me all the best, went with a huge luggage.
- How did you imagine an Italian mother?
- I was terribly afraid of her. I knew what kind of girls come to Italy from Russia and for what purposes. And of course, his mother also knew this, and besides, such a difference in age between me and Giorgio ... Everyone around noticed her, except for us. But my mother turned out to be a very nice signora, like Giorgio, a little busy, a little closed, or rather, not even closed, but keeping her distance. I felt she was looking at me: "Who is this? Well, probably temporarily."
We were placed in different rooms. At night, Giorgio made his way to me, set the alarm for five o'clock, and in the morning we woke up as if nothing had happened, each in our own bed. And once overslept! Mom found Giorgio at my place and made a scandal to him. How is it that they stay overnight in the same room?! For any mother, probably, it would be a shock, and even more so for an Italian one - they are real sissies, these Italians. I didn’t understand what Giorgio answered her - the conversation was in Italian, and I didn’t know the language then, but as a result, our relationship was legalized, and he no longer needed to sneak to me at night.
The two weeks of vacation flew by quickly, and Giorgio suggested, "Maybe you could stay another week?" But to reschedule the date of departure, it was necessary to pay about two hundred dollars.
- A lot of money in those days.
- Huge! And Giorgio decided to use his father's credit card, and in a couple of days, when his parents give him another amount for pocket expenses, put the money back into the account. So we did, and went to Florence. And when they returned, a terrible scandal erupted. The father discovered the leak. At first he suspected the clerk of dishonesty. But when it turned out that his own son had taken the money....
A family council was announced and a day of judgment was appointed. Everyone gathered in the living room, my father spoke in English so that I could understand everything. He was furious, but, as a well-mannered person, he did not shout, but spoke in an icy tone. The essence of his half-hour speech was that Giorgio had changed a lot lately, completely stopped thinking about studying. And his last act is completely out of the ordinary. Therefore, Jeanne is unlikely to be able to come here in August. (And we agreed that we would see each other in the summer.) It turned out that everything was my fault. But I didn’t make excuses, I just kept silent, with difficulty restrained myself so as not to burst into tears, I felt: something irreparable had happened.
There were still a few days left before departure, we still went somewhere, had fun, but the cats scratched at our hearts. Giorgio reassured me: "Don't worry, I'll think of something. I'll live with you, become Russian, change citizenship, we'll get married. And I'll take your last name." He proposed to me and I accepted. And we already pictured a future for ourselves, which, we knew, would be difficult, but happy.
- So you already felt like Romeo and Juliet?
- Yes, because everything was against us. I left with the thought that I would never take money from his parents, even if it was really bad.
- And your parents?
- They lived in Kirov. My father is an engineer, my mother is a teacher. I didn’t tell them much, I didn’t want to upset them. My mother was very worried that she could not help me with money.
And so Giorgio began to prepare for his departure. For three months he worked in a bar as a dishwasher, washing dishes until late at night. (Since then, he hates this occupation.) Saved three thousand dollars. His parents, of course, did not know anything about our plans: he told them that he was going to visit friends in the mountains. Only a few days later they realized that their son had fled to Moscow.
With the money that he brought, we hoped to buy at least some kind of housing, but for the first month we simply could not tear ourselves away from each other. To ask what is going on in the real estate market, we just did not occur. And this month, house prices shot up. We realized that we were late. So that the money would not be lost, we bought an apartment in a God-forgotten hole - the city of Sovetsk, Kirov Region - in the hope that we would eventually exchange it. In the meantime, they lived in Moscow on my salary.
- It turns out that Giorgio dropped out of the university?
- He decided that he would take exams externally. Came with textbooks and sat over them. When I asked what he was studying, Giorgio replied: "The social life of electrons in permafrost." That is, the conductivity of materials at low temperatures. Slowly mastered the Russian language. But he taught by ear, repeated the words after me, and therefore spoke for a long time about himself in the feminine gender: I saw, I said, I went ... I corrected him: why are you a woman, or what? You must say: I saw, I said, I went. And he very soon switched to autopilot: he makes a mistake and immediately says to himself: “Well, why are you a woman, or what? You have to say ... like this ... ”It was terribly funny.
Then I lost my job. She left her former place, and the project she had counted on suddenly collapsed. And for four months I just sat at home. Money - not a penny, there is nothing. We ate once a day. In the morning we had one cup of coffee and one slice of bread with a thin, thin layer of butter. Lunch, aka dinner - at five o'clock: a plate of spaghetti, or rather, Russian pasta with tomato paste. It was cheaper than ketchup, we diluted it with water and kept it in the refrigerator. In a month we both lost eight kilograms. Once, I remember, Andrey and Dasha dropped in on us. She quickly recounted to me the last events of her life, and then thoughtfully asked: "What do you have for dinner tonight?" "Spa-spaghetti," I murmured. "Fine, we'll have dinner with you." Fortunately, ten minutes later Dasha changed her mind: "No, we'll probably go to a Chinese restaurant." My heart was relieved: Giorgio and I almost lost dinner tomorrow.
Sometimes we showed off, allowed ourselves an excess - a carton of milk. He then had to stand in line. Since then, Giorgio has developed a reflex: if he sees a queue, he definitely comes up and looks at what they give - since people are standing in line, it means that there is something important there.
He did not complain, but I felt that it was hard for him: he was so sad ... Giorgio is not at all thin, he loves to eat deliciously. Sometimes in the morning he starts a conversation about what we will eat for lunch and dinner. Maybe he remembers those really difficult months, when every day we ate only this already disgusting pasta ... Once, for his sake, I even went to crime. We had the last pennies left, which was enough only for a carton of milk. And then I hid a loaf of bread under my arm in the store. I just stole it! First time in life! I was both scared and ashamed: suddenly they would catch me - what a shame! We go home together - I am silent, I do not talk about bread, I am torn apart by conflicting feelings. When I got this bread at home, he was so happy!
- Isn't his mother worried about how her dear boy lives in hungry Russia?
- Of course, she was worried, she always called on Sundays. And my father was very nervous. But Giorgio always answered: "I'm fine." In fact, he told me almost nothing about what was happening at that moment in his family. I think he had to endure a real war for me.
And in the end, they gave up, didn't they?
- They gave up very slowly. Mom was the first to thaw. A year later, she sent an invitation: she realized that Giorgio could not be persuaded. I brought her a present: a linen dress embroidered with huge flowers and a summer linen coat on top. All this cost me a lot of money - $ 20. She was very grateful, but she never put on this suit. I reproached myself: you are trying to win the favor of a person with gifts, because this is wrong, dishonest!
And after a couple of years, I felt that the ice had broken. The case helped. In Italy, lunchtime is sacred, everyone gathers at the table. If you didn’t warn that you would be late, everyone would just sit at their cooling plates, no one would touch dinner. These are the traditions, way of life, all this is very important. One day, Giorgio went to visit a university friend to pick up some textbooks. Dinner time approaches, but it's not there. Mom came into our room to ask where he was, and we started talking for the first time.
I told her how I want to work, work hard. At that time I was publishing a gossip column in the RIA Novosti agency. The work was wonderful, the easiest, and I wanted to do television. Filming, editing, reporting. The thirst for activity was terrible. And she remembered that she had once studied like crazy in order to graduate from the university as soon as possible and go to her fiancé, who lived in another city. She sat at her textbooks day and night and completed the course in four years instead of the prescribed six.
Giorgio returned only an hour later, and all this time his mother and I talked. After that, our relationship began to improve. She realized that I was not an adventurer from the Soviet Union, which she did not understand, where, as they used to say, bears roam the streets.
And I realized that she is not a bourgeois bitch who thinks angrily about me: "Here, she chopped off my son." Now, when I arrive, she says: "Well, why are you so rare, it's good that you're here, stay longer." True, Father Giorgio still does not trust me too much.
But with his grandfather, we immediately became friends. Unfortunately, he died three years ago, my grandmother passed away last year ... She was very beautiful, grandmother Giorgio, and besides, a countess, she knew a lot about clothes, jewelry, social life. Grandma is adorable. But the grandfather, apparently, had become so tired of his wife for half a century that he had not spoken to her for the past few years. However, there were times when he did drop a few words. For example, a grandmother sits near a huge Venetian mirror, combs her hair, grandfather enters and, looking at her, says with feigned delight: "What a face you have! Like a map!" - that is, everything is in wrinkles. And he closes the door behind him... Such "compliments" shocked the Countess: "How can you say such a thing to a woman?"
In Sicily, they were considered very important people. When I first came to Palermo, they arranged a bride-to-be for me, so it was not easy. Every day they started looking at me from head to toe, like this: "Y-yes. So what?" Although, of course, there were polite smiles on their faces.
We saw each other at lunch and dinner, the rest of the time Giorgio and I spent on the beach. And grandfather was sometimes silent throughout dinner, and when he broke the silence, he always continued the conversation that we had with him two days ago. At the same time, he did not say: "So, returning to our conversation ...", but he could ask: "So what? What happened next?" At first I froze with my mouth open, and then I even began to like it. It was as if we existed in a different time. Once he asked me: "Are you from the Caucasus? Your eyes are slanted..." He confused the Caucasus with the East. “No,” I answer, “everyone in the family is Russian, but, probably, there were once Tatars, because the surname is clearly of Turkic origin.” Him: "Yeah." And two days later he suddenly asks: "What, do your parents also have such eyes?" Grandfather was amazing, super simple, I adored him.
Although his character was the same. A stern old man, he won't give a lyre to his grandchildren. Although he knew that it was customary to give gifts at Christmas or birthday, nevertheless, every time it was a trauma for him. And suddenly, one day, he himself spoke to Giorgio: "Probably you and Zhanna need money?" And he gave us a whole million lire (about $ 600). I understood that for him this was not so much an eccentricity, but an unexpected act. For example, he did not accept the new wife of his youngest son - and he, by the way, married an Iranian princess. Luxurious woman, with all oriental virtues, lived all her life in London - her parents fled there from the Iranian revolution. She did not speak Italian and tried to hide this flaw with a smile. No matter how much the son tried to build bridges - all in vain. Grandfather simply did not notice her, for some reason he preferred us. He must have been touched by our story. He decided for himself that Giorgio is a worthy representative of the Savonna family, a man with character. So the grandson saw his back, realized that it was his back, and, like a stubborn one, stood his ground: he called, came, sought ...
- How did you get married?
- We are not married yet. We decided that we were engaged, and somehow ... I think: is it necessary? The only thing that worries him and me is getting a visa. And so we live together, we have common plans, we are going to have a baby soon.
- But once he was going to take your surname and become Russian.
Yes, he has become quite Russified. Do you know why I'm sure of this? He began to understand Russian jokes.
In April 2002, she married an Italian and gave birth to a daughter, Alice. Currently lives in Paris, where he works as a correspondent for Channel One.

The Vremya program continues its work for the 51st year. Each live broadcast is the work of many people. The viewer never sees someone, some he saw for the first time the day before in the anniversary issue. Others, on the contrary, are familiar to you for a long time. From this day on, we will talk about those for whom the time of life and "Time" at 21.00 have become one.

When New York just wakes up, it's already evening in Moscow. In order to keep up with the broadcast, I have been living in parallel realities for five years already, Zhanna Agalakova jokes, that is how long she has been working as a correspondent for Channel One in the USA.

“I always have two audio tracks in my head - one is the present time, where I am now, and the other is Moscow time, it is always with me,” says the journalist.

News does not wait - the material is sometimes immediately broadcast. Her invariable rule is that everything in the frame must be perfect. And makeup, and text. And how nervous you have to be when the release is already beginning, and the text has not yet been completed. Although she is no stranger to stress - the work of the presenter tempered. What just did not have to be told live: the recovery of the sunken submarine "Kursk", the war in Afghanistan, the terrorist attacks in America and Beslan. The very first broadcast as a host was not only a baptism of fire, but also a real suffering.

“Because I was playing tennis the day before and I twisted my neck. Something clicked and I just couldn't turn my neck. And the broadcast cannot be cancelled. And I sat the whole broadcast like this - when it was necessary to change the camera, I turned with my whole body. But after this broadcast, I received, probably, the most valuable compliment in my career: one boss said: “Jeanne, you led like a queen.” He just didn’t know that I had an injury, ”says Zhanna Agalakova.

For the ability to experience events and talk simply about the complex, she quickly became the favorite of the audience. A sophisticated blonde with a high voice and an iron character broke more than one male heart.

“They even asked me for hands and hearts. There was one very touching person, he described to me that his mother, a goat. There are difficulties, of course, you have to carry water and chop wood ... But I was already deeply married at that time, so I could not agree in any way, ”the journalist laughs.

Letters to Ostankino were written from all over Russia. To the surprise of the audience, once Zhanna appeared not in a Moscow studio, but in Paris. The interests of the editorial board forced to change the chair of the presenter to a reporter's microphone. And with this work she coped brilliantly. Cherchet la femme, big politics and, of course, glamour. Through the eyes of Zhanna, the audience of the First saw such a different Europe.

Paris suits you - so her friends told her. Her image and style, indeed, always very organically complement the plots and are remembered. On the streets of Moscow today, they immediately recognize who is in this photo.

She even wrote a book about the city of bright lights, fresh croissants and social gossip - with a sense of humor and French charm. France is love forever, wherever you have to live and work.

“In New York, there is a feeling that the world is made of money. This is the first point. The second point is that this money needs to be earned. The third point is how to earn this money? And this feeling haunts you 24 hours a day. This is not the case in Paris. In Paris, there is a feeling that this is life. And she's beautiful. And you need to live it so that it remains beautiful, ”says Zhanna Agalakova.

Moving to the US was both an adventure and a test at the same time. Another continent, language, culture.

The most exciting time in any country is election fever. She "chosen" four presidents, and knows something intriguing about each. Francois Hollande, for example, once at a rally had to save face not only in front of the voters, but also to his two passions, who, ironically, ended up in one place. One of his ex-common-law wife, Segolene Royal, was sitting in the auditorium, another, Valerie Trierweiler, was standing on the stage.

“And these two women – everyone knows they hate each other because that's life; but it is very important for the second to show the first that the second is the main one here. And everyone hears - when it’s the very end, balls are descending from the sky or something is flying, a triumph, a culmination, he shakes hands with everyone, comes up to her, and she says to him - and everyone hears this: “Kiss me on the lips!” And this is a presidential election!” - Zhanna Agalakova recalls.

For 12 years of work abroad, Zhanna has told a lot of amazing love stories in the news, although her own is worthy of a report. She met her future husband, Italian Giorgio Savonna, in Suzdal, at a forensic symposium, and both ended up there by accident. Ten years later they got married, lived in two countries for another ten years before reuniting. Their daughter Alice was born in Rome. Zhanna always really wanted to show her Russia. Once they took a map and together they made a route from Magadan to Moscow.

“My daughter was delighted with such exotic places for her, such as Buryatia. We spent three days in the camp of livestock breeders, lived in a yurt, conveniences on the street, ate what God sent. But it was insanely delicious, it was amazing, there were absolutely magical people, ”says Zhanna Agalakova.

Zhanna filmed the life of the Russian outback with her video camera - she always has it at hand. Now he wants to make a film about the amazing corners of our country and the people who live there. And who knows, perhaps someday the audience of the First will also see it.

Only over the past year, and more specifically, since January, the well-known presenter Zhanna Agalakova, in addition to living in America, also works there. She is a special correspondent for Channel One in New York. But oddly enough, for all viewers who regularly watch the news on the First, Jeanne is associated with the city of love - Paris.

Childhood

Zhanna Agalakova was born in 1965. Her biography begins in Kirov. She grew up in a simple family: her mother is a teacher of the Russian language, her father is an ordinary engineer. Whatever a girl dreamed of becoming as a child! There were thoughts about following in the footsteps of her mother, she also thought about the composer and even the investigator. When Agalakova was 14 years old, she left her city. This was due to a business trip of parents to Mongolia, which lasted 4 years.

First trip to Paris

For the first time in the capital of France Jeanne was seventeen years ago. She traveled to Paris as a simple tourist on an old sightseeing bus. But this did not bother her at all, because she was going to her beloved - Giorgio Savona.

From the moment the TV presenter met the Italian, it has always been problematic for the couple to meet. By the way, this happened quite by accident in 1991 in Suzdal, during the International Conference dedicated to the fight against Zhanna, she graduated from the Faculty of Journalism at the University of Moscow State University, began working in a television studio at the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and therefore covered this important event. Savona was a student of the Physics Department at the Rome Institute, he visited Russia out of curiosity - in support of his father, a well-known Italian criminologist, who was invited to the seminar. In their free time, the organizers of the forum decided to give the participants a gift and arranged a tour of the city. It so happened that the young girl and Giorgio were lucky enough to sit next to each other in the car. It was

A very difficult relationship

Initially, things did not go the way the couple wanted. At the end of the conference, the young man went to his homeland with his father. Nevertheless, his thoughts and heart remained in Russia. It is not at all surprising that after arriving home, Giorgio immediately dialed Jeanne. The conversation took place in English. Telephone conversations with a lover were not cheap, but this did not bother him, he was so interested in the girl that in any free time he tried to earn money and call Russia.

It was much more problematic to see each other again. For Agalakova, a trip to Italy was almost an unrealistic fact. And then Savona took the initiative into his own hands: he accumulated the necessary amount and flew to Moscow. For Jeanne it was the best gift for the New Year. From Rome, the young man brought a huge number of different gifts and products, since at that time the Soviet Union collapsed, and almost all the shops were closed.

Despite the fact that in Moscow the couple promised each other never to part again, their relationship for several more years was limited to telephone conversations. Of course, they saw each other, but these meetings were so short, a maximum of three weeks, that the lovers did not have time to enjoy each other's company. All this continued until Giorgio took a chance and came to work in Moscow, at the University of Steel and Alloys.

Happy life

Thousands of kilometers really did not affect the feelings of the TV presenter and Giorgio. In the early spring of 2001, the couple sealed their relationship officially. Before that, for 10 years, the lovers lived happily in a civil marriage. Soon they became the parents of a wonderful daughter, Alice, but they still lived in different countries: Zhanna Agalakova with a child in Moscow, and Giorgio in Rome. At that time, Zhanna was the host of the Vremya program on Channel One. A desirable position, which, probably, everyone would hold on to - but not this purposeful person. Somehow, the TV presenter came to the office of her director and surprised him with a statement that she really wants to go to Paris and become an independent correspondent for Channel One there. At the time, this position was open. Of course, Zhanna's management was dumbfounded by such an act: to be a famous TV presenter and then become a correspondent ...

The host had many reasons for deciding on such an act. Firstly, she was no longer interested in reading the news, secondly, her husband worked at the University of Paris, and thirdly, her daughter loved her father very much and missed him. In 2005, Jeanne went to conquer France.

Life in Paris

Zhanna Agalakova fell in love with Paris when she was there for the first time. Therefore, moving here was for her one of the most pleasant moments in her life. The happy family settled in a huge apartment, which was located in one of the prestigious areas of the city - a short walk from the magnificent ones. Zhanna was engaged in her activities at home. Initially, she was even glad that she could come to work in slippers: she had only to go into her office, which was also the correspondent point. But after some time, the presenter realized that she did not leave work, but was there all the time. Literally a few months later, Zhanna Agalakova knew the city perfectly, every day she discovered something new, interesting and unknown. At present, she has studied Paris so much that she has written a book about it.

Book by Zhanna Agalakova

In 2011, the Russian TV presenter becomes the author of the book Everything I Know About Paris. Zhanna Agalakova, whose photo was placed on the cover of the book, dedicated it to her beloved husband, who discovered this beautiful city for her, to her daughter, who will know it better than she herself, and to her brother Mikhail, who managed to never go there until now . The book tells everything about the city, about its sights, as well as about what happened to Zhanna. Now readers have the opportunity to know the most and gave them such an opportunity Zhanna Agalakova. The book about Paris sold out, one might say, like hot cakes.

Distance is not a hindrance to love

The couple managed to live under the same roof in France for quite a short time. Savon was offered a good position at the German Institute in Bochum. The friendly family again had to be divided into two cities. Giorgio began to study physics, Zhanna was very happy that her husband changed his occupation and did what he loved. He was a Sunday dad for two years, after which he realized that he could no longer do this, and returned to France, where he took up financial mathematics. And now, twenty years later, the lovers have truly become inseparable.

Together and forever

In Paris, Savona became a consultant to well-known risk and money management companies, and also began to play stocks of various organizations on the stock exchanges. The most important thing is that Giorgio can do all this at home in the evening. And throughout the day, he gladly helps his wife do household chores, together they meet their daughter from school. Alice studies at a French educational institution, but additionally attends Russian and Italian language courses twice a week.

Zhanna Agalakova still works as a correspondent. How long this will last - she does not know, but so far she likes everything, and the fact that they are all together brings only joy and positive emotions every day.