Biography of Elena Mironenko (Lena Miro). To the beautiful Lena Miro from the ugly Lena Lena Miro's blog on LJ

Julia Vysotskaya became Woman of the Year according to Glamor magazine. The phrase “Yulia Vysotskaya” vaguely tells us something only because when Yulia was 22 years old, she hooked up with director Andron Konchalovsky, who was 58 years old at that time.

The “Nobody” girl and the grandfather-director met in the elevator, had lunch together, and the next day Konchalovsky invited Yulia to fly to Turkey. Julia agreed.((

Since then, Andron, who is already 79 years old, has been trying to mold the faceless Yulia into an actress or at least a beautiful woman.

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So far no success.

This is what composer Eduard Artemyev, who wrote music for many of Konchalovsky’s films, says about Vysotskaya:

“Of course, Konchalovsky “made” her. I remember Vysotskaya as a very young student, when she first appeared in his life, she was plump, a little shy, always smiling. Her husband made her lose weight, was involved in her education - he bought Yulia courses in Los Angeles , under his influence she learned English, French, Italian."

Well, in general, yes: smiling, a bit plump. I would add: greyish.

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Especially in contrast with Konchalovsky’s other wives:

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All that Yulia is capable of is to look like a cleaning lady and jump around the kitchen like a mad ladle, clogging up the airwaves of TV channels.

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And this is Glamor magazine's Woman of the Year.

However, nothing surprising.

This is what those who read Glamor look like:

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And this is the editor-in-chief of the magazine:

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Guests of the award:

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Couple of the Year according to Glamor magazine:

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I look at all this and think: “And why, in fact, is the magazine called Glamor? Why isn’t it called Bydlo?”

Well, we don’t have glamor in our country and never have. There is a collective farm. There are cattle. And glamor - no, it didn’t happen b.

8 August 2011, 01:57

About philosophy Met with former classmates. There were four of them, and they all terrified me. Really. Not a single decent body: two are overweight, two are simply not in good shape. Standard faces of women who sleep less than eight hours a night. At the same time, on the surface they are not suckers: they are dressed and combed normally. Moscow has trimmed down at the level of office cattle. Their compliments to each other made me laugh: “You haven’t changed at all,” “You look so young,” etc. After listening to this nonsense, she asked: “Do you seriously think that you look younger than your age?” The girls were embarrassed, and I thought: why this deception? What makes average heifers of not the first or even second freshness, as well as pre-menopausal women who have failed in life and other evil spirits, exchange such pleasantries? Is this a ritual: you for me, I for you? Does life seem sweeter to them? Of them, only I look younger than my age, and this is logical: I train a lot (they don’t have that much time for this), eat right, sleep 10 hours a day, do what I love, the level of stress in my life is minimal. Despite all this, no one will give me twenty (which is exactly the age the girls gave each other). I won’t give it to myself either. And I won’t give you 25. 26-27-28, depending on the cycle. Given my lifestyle, the difference between the passport and “facade” ages will only increase over the years: I don’t inject anything yet, I limit myself to caring. Now my main goal is to build a body that will last until menopause without visual changes. When, closer to forty, I put a well-pierced face on it, then I will be ready to accept compliments that I look much younger than my age. In the meantime, I work in the gym, clearly seeing the goal and knowing how to achieve it, and I am very critical of myself. About fitness Communicating with people who have embarked on the path of their own transformation from a macaque into a fitness person, I noticed that most often they ask two questions: 1) “Why am I not losing weight?” 2) “Why am I working out, working out, trying to look like a chick/boy at fitness, so that there is relief, that’s all, but I look like a wineskin of shit as usual?” The answers are as banal as simple pencils and have long been known to everyone, but some citizens refuse to acknowledge them, preferring to continue dragging their bodies to the gym purely to ease their conscience, and in fact working there to heat the air. Well, a little bit for your own health. So why, if the answers are known and simple, do people not hear them? Yes, because fitness, the goal of which is not performance in the gym, but a powerful visual effect, does not tolerate sybaritism. Here you need to shrink, concentrate and become an enemy to your body. Yes, yes, the enemy. Treat your body like an animal - lazy, insidious, unprincipled and cunning. Think of it as a mongrel who is trying to break free from the chain and run away, and for a sugar bone (in relation to you - an extra piece of pizza, cake or whatever else you like) he will sell the little soul to a neighbor (in the context of “neighbor” = “ extra kilos"). Your mongrel may be blackmailing you. Let's say you eat very little throughout the day. And, in principle, you may not eat in the evening. But your mongrel begins to itch: “I haven’t eaten all day, just a salad. You can also have a snack. Still, in terms of calories, the daily norm is not enough. Otherwise I’ll get gastritis.” And then you go to the refrigerator and eat something there, although you could very well abstain. By the way, we have come to the answer to the first question. Do you know why you are not losing weight? Because you eat enough to keep you from losing weight with your lifestyle. Yes, it's that simple. The fitness god is the most demanding: you may not come to Christ’s service, and he most likely will not notice, but the fitness god does not tolerate service according to the principle: “when the time or mood was right.” For this, he will definitely punish you with a swollen bump, an extra kilogram and a vile feeling of guilt. The main idea: in fitness, success and a breakthrough are achieved by those who were able to cultivate a fitness consciousness. There are no fools among us. I’ll write a book about this and teach you to think in fitness categories, and not stupidly sit for weeks on silage and chicken breast and do a hundred squats per set. Loose thighs = Loose soul The last few days I’ve been running for three hours: one and a half in the morning, one and a half in the evening. Plus a rocking chair. Here's a photo for motivation. Below I will explain why I need all this.
Actually, because of this story, I have been running for three hours for the last few days. You can run away from everything: from the loss of a loved one, from feelings of guilt, from problems and misunderstanding of the situation. Everything will pass, but the body will remain with you. The eyes are not the mirror of the soul, no. This is all of us at school en masse :)i. The mirror of the soul is the body. In a loose body there always lives a loose soul, into which, willy-nilly, you want to spit. An elastic body protects the soul; it cannot be offended by a sidelong glance, which, even if thrown. will only make you smile. And yes: I don’t believe any woman who says: “I have a so-so body, but I don’t care, I’m happy.” I repeat: loose thighs = loose soul, which you always want to spit on. Therefore, we put on T-shirts, shorts, sneakers - and go! Nobody likes ugly people. Age aunts Once upon a time she (Larisa Guzeeva) was beautiful. Unconditionally, without the slightest exaggeration. And after some time she was still beautiful. Now she looks like this, but no, no, and :) and in her hellish program she says something like: “We, beautiful women, are allowed a little more than others.” Oh, these “eternal” beauties come from the USSR... At best, they lasted until they were 35 in a more or less fu*able appearance (and then only in clothes), then they became overfed, overweight, but continue to consider themselves irresistible. We have aged stars with such a sense of self - you can eat them with your ass. Yes, almost everything! It’s easier to name the one who stands out from this herd of premenopausal women with once beautiful, but now swollen figures and faces. Unless Valeria: She plows over her own body like hell. Well, maybe someone else, but I can’t remember right away. Look at American show business "over 40". There - the older the aunt is, the more, almost to the point of insanity, she does fitness, so as not to turn into a laughing stock. About politics In politics, Prokhorov is a completely unintelligent child. Well, where does he go with his inarticulate bleating: “the good of the people, everything is for the person,” huh? Who will believe this and ignite?! Here is my presidential program, I give it to him with minimal modifications. 1. Economy We work little, rest and eat a lot. What good is it that the whole country, including lazy men, celebrates Women's Day on March 8th?! Therefore: - for 6 years (the first term) a moratorium on salary increases, - the abolition of half of the holidays and weekends (for example, November and the first of May). - I support a 60-hour work week, that’s what I do myself. 2. “Black redistribution” The land is not worthless to the degenerating peasantry, but to the entire people. Yes, free! New voucher privatization - land. Now!!! The person in charge is Chubais. (...) 6. Domestic policy - appointment of incorruptible foreigners (see paragraph 3), - restoration of classes - nobility, merchants, philistines, peasants, creative unions, minorities (including: aces), - electoral qualifications - choose and only taxpayers with higher education are elected, - class representation in the State Duma, - total local self-government according to the Solzhenitsyn system (“How can we develop Russia”) 7. Foreign policy - the main friend is China, - the main threat is China, - * you, not Kuril Islands! - * to you, not the base in Sevastopol! - an impenetrable cordon on the borders of drugs 8. Morality - no to Petrosyan - no to fat churchmen - yes to Solzhenitsyn, Weller and Zhvanetsky - no to same-sex marriage About fat teenagers On an evening walk I saw a plump girl of about 14. The latest iPhone, an LV bag, Jusiki pants, Chanel glasses covering her eyes, a vomiting dog, all that. In his hands is a bag of French fries. Nearby is a mother of about 40: sleek, thin, all on Botox and silicone. And so I look at this lady and think: what a soulless bitch you have to be to allow your child to stoop to this. She probably eats silage in the evening (if she eats it at all), but she bought some potatoes for her daughter. Does he really want to go out in contrast? Like not a mother, but a sister. The youngest, *. If I had a daughter and she started to “crawl,” I would explain to her popularly what it means to be a pig. If I hadn’t understood, I would have chained her to a wall somewhere in the garage, placed a bucket nearby to relieve herself of natural needs and fed me on a schedule, because the Chelsea Clinton phenomenon always drove me into a stupor. Well, her crowning post is about politics and roads, etc. And suddenly, out of nowhere, a vile old woman with bags on wheels rushes under my wheels. Almost knocked over the pin. She exhaled. I thought: in principle, it was possible to move over the pad* (the world would only benefit from this), but dooming yourself to serious hemorrhoids because of an old p* is somehow stupid. In this regard, I would like to support the cheerful guy from the dreary Sobyanin crowd, who proposed making parking in the center of Moscow paid: 500 rubles per hour. Moreover, I would go further. Here's what I propose: 1) Make entry into the center of Moscow paid. And let it cost not just some fucking 500 rubles, but 200 bucks. Then beautiful people in beautiful cars will drive there, and not collective farmers on f*cking wrecks and not office hogs on wretched Passats. And in general: let office workers go to their cabinets of curiosities by metro, or even better, move further away. Somewhere in Kolyma. Let them wash the gold. So at least some benefit will come from their meaningless existence. 2) Make entrance to the center of Moscow paid. Place the machines: put down the token - go through. This way we will rid the center of the most disgusting old women and other evil spirits in the form of honest but proud people without double standards, for whom there is the most beautiful Biryulyovo-Tovarnaya station. Surely, there are also shops, restaurants and entertainment spots there.
Elena Mironenko is known to some as 1) writer Lena Miro, 2) blogger Miss Tramell 3) cocaine addict from United Russia. The fiery Mironenko had her 15 minutes of fame. Will the blogger-translator-provocateur be able to convert the scandal into something attractive? Who knows. No one bothers that the brilliant Otar Kushanashvili began his ascent to the Olympus of sensations and received a cup of coffee in the face at the House of Cinema from the gentle hands of Vera Glagoleva. Then no one will really remember whether your coat was stolen or you stole it. That is why the same people who defended Yeltsin in the White House 20 years ago, a couple of years later (in 1993), with the same enthusiasm defended the same White House from the same EBN. This is the nature of the electorate. Most likely, Lena Mironenko ended as a project without really beginning. However, it cannot be ruled out, knowing the human material, that those who are now savagely attacking the blogger who chose “Beautiful people read me” as the slogan of her diary, in a few years will crave the autograph of the one who advocates for clearing Belokamennaya of poor pensioners and so indiscriminately scammed the mayor . Especially in the context of the fact that many in their souls secretly share the theses voiced by Lena, who is striving for shocking. Many of those whom the reader/viewer sees on TV screens. From those whom the reader/viewer chooses.

I think even the most conservative Internet users, who do not go further than their favorite public pages in their chosen social network, have at least heard about Lene Miro. Her scandalous materials are known in all countries of the former USSR and beyond.

In this article we will try to tell who Lena Miro is and why she gladly interferes in the lives of other people, although she advises others not to interfere in her own...

Despite the fact that Miro (by the way, real name Mironenko) has repeatedly called herself a native Muscovite; she was born in Stary Oskol, Belgorozh region. Later, the blogger explained her deception by saying that she did not want to involve her family in the squabbles that regularly arise over her provocative posts.

Lena 36 years, and here we should give her credit. Miro looks very attractive. She devotes a lot of time to various exercises. At the same time, the woman claims that calling readers “fat pigs” motivates them to change much more than polite words.

Another funny moment: Elena Miro is the name of an Italian clothing brand for curvy women. I wonder if our heroine doesn’t know about this or is this some kind of trolling on her part?

At school, the future writer studied very well. After receiving secondary education, she entered Voronezh State University. After graduating from university, the girl received a diploma as a simultaneous interpreter.

In 2010, the world learned about Lena Miro as a writer. The Amphora publishing house published two of her books at once. But real popularity came to her after a largely autobiographical work "Malvina and the Cattle".

At the same time, Lena appeared on LiveJournal. A year later, her scandalous publications began to appear among the most popular. True, they also became the reason for Miro’s expulsion from the United Russia party, in which she was then a member.

In an interview, Miro said that often her personal opinion does not coincide with what she writes about in her publications. Her topics are always controversial and controversial, which allows her to achieve greater popularity.

In addition to the scandalous blog, Lena tried to maintain others in which she posted positive information, but they did not gain much popularity among people. That is why she changed her communication style to her usual one.

We can safely say that Miro made the right decision. Today her blog is among the most popular throughout LJ. In addition, Lena also has pages on other social networks. True, they are mainly aimed at popularizing the main blog in LiveJournal.

Miro also periodically appears on various television shows...

At the end of last year, information could be found on the Internet that Lena got married. Her chosen one was a certain Richard, and the wedding took place in November in the USA. The couple allegedly met 2 years ago in Thailand, where they began an affair. Lena's mother-in-law Mary reported this.

A woman who, on the one hand, cannot find words,

On Lena Miro’s Instagram you won’t find photos from parties, beautiful outfits, smiling children and cute family photos. There are no numerous selfies here either. The Instagram page of Lena Miro (the scandalous LiveJournal blogger) is the page of a creative, extraordinary person. Although it is worth noting that her name is primarily associated with the scandal.

Biography

Lena Miro (real name Elena Mironenko) was born in 1981, in Stary Oskol. Since the blogger practically does not talk about herself, practically nothing is known about her childhood and personal life, except that she studied well at school, and therefore without any problems she entered the Voronezh State University, the faculty where future translators are trained. At the beginning of the 2000s, she continued her studies at Cambridge University, where she worked part-time organizing discos for her compatriots. And having returned to Russia, she settled in Moscow and began working as a simultaneous interpreter.

An Internet user can find the blog maintained by Lena Miro on the LiveJournal (LJ) website by entering “miss trawel” in a search engine, and on Instagram she is known under the nickname “lenamyro”. A person who knows nothing about Lena Miro, following a link to her page, will probably be shocked. The blogger is not at all shy about her expressions in her posts, and the topics for discussion are always varied. For example, the popularity of Miro’s blog was brought by a post dedicated to older people on public transport - “about the most disgusting old women.” The publication caused a lot of noise at that time; an article was written about it in Komsomolskaya Pravda. And Elena’s blog, in the wake of the scandal, quickly entered the top of the site. It was in this publication that the writer admitted that she is a member of the United Russia party. On her pages on social networks (including Instagram), the blogger very often talks about Vladimir Putin, and only in enthusiastic terms. The girl pays a lot of attention to the topic of fitness and healthy eating, and at the same time, she does not hesitate to call her readers “fat pigs.” Information often appeared on the Internet that LiveJournal and other pages on social networks belonging to Elena were blocked, but the alarm was always false. And only once, in 2013, the Internet community became worried about where Elena’s Instagram had gone. For some time, the accounts of the scandalous blogger were unavailable for viewing, and entire petitions were created online calling for the return of access to the pages. But soon everything returned to normal. It is not known whether Lena Miro deleted Instagram and accounts on other sites herself, or whether she was blocked from above, but at the moment everything is available for viewing. And the writer continues to be in the top of the most read authors, taking fourth place there.

Instagram

You can see what kind of photos and videos Elena posts on Instagram both on the official page and on our website. We make sure that the writer’s new publications appear without delay, and there is something to see. In the photo of Elena Miro on Instagram you can hardly find her herself. Her publications present thematic photographs, accompanied by short excerpts from Elena’s blog, and for those who are interested, Lena suggests reading the post in full, but on the LiveJournal website.