Alexander Sokolovsky - personal life. TV viewers' favorites: the most interesting couples of the Ice Age project Yulia Baranovskaya - Maxim Shabalin

The couple became the winner of the popular show. Adelina Sotnikova and Alexander Sokolovsky intend to continue communication after the project. The star of the TV series "Molodezhka" said that he was ready to make an offer to the Olympic champion about friendship.

Adelina Sotnikova and Alexander Sokolovsky

On Channel One, the final of the new season of the popular show " glacial period».

Sochi Olympic champion Adelina Sotnikova and her partner, actor of the Molodezhka TV series Alexander Sokolovsky were recognized as the best couple of the project. Throughout all stages of the enchanting show, Adelina and Alexander delighted the audience and the strict jury with their numbers. Sokolovsky performed the most difficult technical elements, and Sotnikova, thanks to her partner, turned from a single skater into a pair. Both the audience and the judges noted that Adeline and Sasha look amazing together. In the final, they performed incendiary rock and roll, breaking the storm of applause from the audience.

Before the performance, Adelina Sotnikova admitted that she got an incredible partner.

“Sasha is brave, he is just crazy. All the time he tried to do something extreme on the ice, and he succeeded,” said the Olympic champion. “I am extremely sorry that the project is ending, I don’t want to part with anyone.”

Alexander Sokolovsky, in turn, also called the skater an incredible girl. “Adeline is space! – said the actor. - We are very close to each other in terms of energy. We never had a fight for the whole project. The first time we met at the CSKA skating rink, I did not yet know what was waiting for me. Adeline, I am glad that I skated with you!”

As the guys admitted to Alla Mikheeva and Alexei Yagudin, the hosts of the Ice Age, they plan to continue communication after the project. Only they will no longer meet on the ice. Alexander Sokolovsky said that he was ready to make Adelina Sotnikova at least an offer of friendship.

It is worth noting that Adelina Sotnikova became the debutant of the Ice Age project. Appearing in it, the Olympic champion pushed the venerable participants of the show off the podium. The second place this season was shared by two couples - Tatyana Navka and Andrey Burkovsky, Povilas Vanagas and Evgenia Kregzhde, the third was Maxim Trankov and Yulianna Karaulova. Yulia Baranovskaya spoke frankly about leaving the Ice Age

On the podium were not three, but four pairs of participants in the "Ice Age"

Having become real triumphs of the Ice Age, Adelina Sotnikova and Alexander Sokolovsky accept congratulations from their fans on in social networks.

“With the victory of you! Well done!”, “Congratulations, Alexander and Adeline, with a well-deserved victory! You were the best couple this season! Be as artistic, and most importantly, never stop skating, because you are so good at it! ”,“ I am sincerely glad for your victory! You will remain forever in my heart!”, “Sasha, Adeline, congratulations! I was only rooting for you, you have one number better than the other, and you and Adeline are a wonderful couple! ”, The devoted fans of the couple write.

Adelina Sotnikova and Alexander Sokolovsky
// Photo: Instagram

On Channel One, the final of the new season of the popular show "Ice Age" took place.

Sochi Olympic champion Adelina Sotnikova and her partner, actor of the Molodezhka TV series Alexander Sokolovsky were recognized as the best couple of the project. Throughout all stages of the enchanting show, Adelina and Alexander delighted the audience and the strict jury with their numbers. Sokolovsky performed the most difficult technical elements, and Sotnikova, thanks to her partner, turned from a single skater into a pair. Both the audience and the judges noted that Adeline and Sasha look amazing together. In the final, they performed incendiary rock and roll, breaking the storm of applause from the audience.

Before the performance, Adelina Sotnikova admitted that she got an incredible partner.

“Sasha is brave, he is just crazy. All the time he tried to do something extreme on the ice, and he succeeded,” said the Olympic champion. “I am extremely sorry that the project is ending, I don’t want to part with anyone.”

Alexander Sokolovsky, in turn, also called the skater an incredible girl. “Adeline is space! – said the actor. - We are very close to each other in terms of energy. We never had a fight for the whole project. The first time we met at the CSKA skating rink, I did not yet know what was waiting for me. Adeline, I am glad that I skated with you!”

As the guys admitted to Alla Mikheeva and Alexei Yagudin, the hosts of the Ice Age, they plan to continue communication after the project. Only they will no longer meet on the ice. Alexander Sokolovsky said that he was ready to make Adelina Sotnikova at least an offer of friendship.

It is worth noting that Adelina Sotnikova became the debutant of the Ice Age project. Appearing in it, the Olympic champion pushed the venerable participants of the show off the podium. The second place this season was shared by two couples - Tatyana Navka and Andrey Burkovsky, Povilas Vanagas and Evgenia Kregzhde, the third was Maxim Trankov and Yulianna Karaulova. Yulia Baranovskaya spoke frankly about leaving the Ice Age

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On the podium were not three, but four pairs of participants in the "Ice Age"
// Photo: Frame from the transfer

Adelina Sotnikova and Alexander Sokolovsky, who have become real triumphs of the Ice Age, accept congratulations from their fans on social networks.

“With the victory of you! Well done!”, “Congratulations, Alexander and Adeline, with a well-deserved victory! You were the best couple this season! Be as artistic, and most importantly, never stop skating, because you are so good at it! ”,“ I am sincerely glad for your victory! You will remain forever in my heart!”, “Sasha, Adeline, congratulations! I was only rooting for you, you have one number better than the other, and you and Adeline are a wonderful couple! ”, The devoted fans of the couple write.

Her hair smelled sweetly of shampoo.
What else could they smell like?

Well, perhaps, his liberation and faith in some other life ... Exactly two hours on Fridays.

But the fragrance was too diffuse and faint, barely perceptible... to be anything more than just a perfume from a luxury cosmetics manufacturer.

Two hours on Fridays...

His blue and unearthly ones shout to her so alive, so protesting " I'm tired of being your personal psychologist. You are all made up of incurable neuroses. Nightmare. Intimidated. Wild. You are all.»

She doesn't hear.

Two hours on Fridays...

With painful injections, she pours out her soul, pours into him, looking at one point, wringing her cold fingers. And he picks it out of his for the remaining 166 hours a week, etchs it out, catches it, and washes it out.

Unsuccessfully. Hopelessly. Tupikovo.

A strange transfusion of poison. From recipient to donor. The latter is inevitably bent with each procedure.

She does not understand.

His living room is too small for even a tiny breath.
He always offers her tea. Synthetic chamomile. She always nods in agreement, but she never drinks. Synthetically godless.

There is nothing sacred in it. But she's all an icon.

He just sits down on the sofa while he habitually occupies a deep armchair in the far corner of the room.
Just she speaks. Just He listens.

December is zealously knocking on the panoramic windows of his apartment. He made money on such windows. To such a Moscow of them.

But how did he earn such karma - to absorb her broken thoughts, breaking from dry lips, reflected from the walls, and wait. It is not clear what. Wait.

“I want to get back into the sport, you know?”

It's like she's dying. And he just pretends to be a doctor. How can. According to the Stanislavsky system.

He rubs his aching left forearm through the pale cotton of his shirt. Trying to relieve unbearable pain, unbearable itching.

A fresh tattoo burns to the point of insanity, burns with fire, asks to come out. The fabric just gets in the way. And healing ointments do not help in any way.
She same - only exacerbates. Now doubly so.

Left - because closer to the pounding heart.
Because through the arteries and tangles of veins straight from it. Straight out. Ink letters, thin type.

He would have to pull her off his sofa, jerk her sharply, so that she only managed to scream in surprise, but really did not manage to understand anything.

Her eyelids would only open wider. Perhaps she would have had time to open her mouth in indignation.

He should rip off today's dress, the sweater of the past, the tunic of the day before. Hell, he remembers her entire wardrobe and all their meaningless meetings.

Then she would have spat out the frightened “Sash”, without taking her touching, moist eyes from him.
He would whisper an expressive "shut up" and it would sound like the sexiest thing in the world.

He should soften. "Just shut up, okay?". She is still a girl.

I want to get back into you, you know?

Do you ever care how I feel?
I am still me. I am. I exist. I live. Or I think I do. Or I'm pretending ... What kind of Stanislavsky is there ...

His hands would slide freely...

Discover something new. Take yours. By cells. Piece by piece. By seismic shocks from the inside and hot lava lips from the outside.

Learn.
Recall.

Believe that perfume is completely irrelevant.

Shampoo manufacturers never dreamed of such.

He thought "smelling heaven" was a winning copywriter's idea.

I couldn't breathe without you.
I couldn't live without you.

A girl of Moscow cork neuroses on the whitewash of Thai hotel sheets.

If you only knew how hard it is to forget...

She quietly, but loud-loud breaks into his stubborn misty fantasies. To a spasm of the membranes.

Sash ... - And he shudders. Returns.

And he understands that he dreamed again. It seemed. The mind is again playing its monstrous games with him.

I wonder how much important he missed. What did she say?

He is afraid as he looks at her closely. Studying.

If she feels the slightest lack of interest, he will lose trust. Will lose her.

More precisely, what was left of her.
He got it in a crazy lottery of unprincipled bitch-fate.

Sasha, are you listening to me? - Nervously removes chestnut bangs, pursing her lips, and he fears that she will get up right now and leave.

The second time, he will not survive the slam of his door, like the slam from the control shot.

The sun rolls down behind the neighboring houses so quickly.

Sunset in winter is so elusive. So intramuscularly palpable. So disgustingly fast.

And he still remembers their personal sun of Koh Phangan….

Her burnt hair with sea salt ingrained in them and a breeze in her face ...

He hates the pool chlorine in his fitness room and the sickeningly warm air of a car air conditioner. Some kind of mediocre replacement therapy.

Coconut milk in tetra packs from the shelves of the supermarket under the house does not come close to reckless breakfasts for two under real palm trees ...

And he doesn't even know when it's over...

When, like a shell with a roar, her unfunny joke exploded at the threshold " Millions of girls are dying for you. you will meet your love again, Sokolovsky».

Or much earlier...

Maybe when he simply stopped putting passwords on phones and computers...

And precocious twelve-year-old girls suddenly ceased to be interested in teddy bears, and began to write him depraved poems about his fingers and his underwear ...

He is used to.
She couldn't.

Dispersed. They fled. On duty wished happiness to each other for the holidays.

She's used to it.
He could not.

- I have no one to talk to, Sokolovsky.

It is smudged with mascara and sticky gloss smeared across her face. Half drunk. In an empty cafe. Fifteen minutes before his birthday.

And he blows out the candles. And he makes a single wish. And he says it out loud.
Just spits on superstition.

All his desires depend on her. She has never been able to read minds.

Friday hour.

What is "Friday hour"? - She laughs loudly and beautifully in his kitchen. Drunk. Stupid. Darling.

He admires. Smiling. For the first time sincerely in a million cold years. Summer has returned almost under the credits of a gray winter.

- Come to me. Be with me. Sleep with me.

A smile is like paint from the skin from a solvent. Eating out.
Alcohol is excreted from the body. Weathered out. Per second.

I mean... in pajamas, like brother and sister, right? She smiles languidly, trying desperately to defuse the situation. But she's not funny at all. Him - even more so.

Like anyone. He says seriously, looking for his reflection in her eyes. - Just come. Be with me. - And he catches her helpless fingers on the glass lid holiday table, where from the holiday there is only a kilogram cake with cherries and white wine.

You need a cake. Piece of cake. You're the birthday boy... - With a tremor in his voice and probably in the palms. With fluctuating heart rate. She fusses so touchingly, changing the subject. He pulls out his hand and takes the knife.

- Adeline, today is Friday.

She studiously doesn't look at him, ignoring the hint as she clears away the cake.

- Adeline... Look at me.

And after a breath-exhalation, she looks, licking her finger, so not (by the way) ending up in cherry cream. And he breaks the tower completely.

Recklessly. Forgetful. Irrevocably.

Cold glass burns her buttocks.

She and glasses are on the table, from which wine spills more and more with every movement. Now the table is truly festive.

Two hours… - He scorches her ear with his breath, increasing the pace, accelerating in her. - I want two hours...

He demands. He claims his rights.

Glasses fall noisily. Are breaking. For luck.

She is silent and almost breaks his neck before orgasm, grabbing, pressing on the back of his head, holding him tightly to her, forcing him to be even closer and deeper.

So they have two hours on Fridays.

And a timid hope for the very one - another life.

In practice - viscous meetings of non-friends / non-colleagues, according to the “psychoanalyst-patient” scenario, with a traditional transplant (removal, but not drift) of his brain and a vain transplantation of her former feelings that did not take root in her.

Her irritated "Sash" repeatedly diverges around the perimeter, echoes in her head with a booming echo and molecules of thick Thai fog hang in the cold space. Cold, despite the heated floors, reliable double-glazed windows and its fiery heart.

“Well, we promised to try ... for ourselves. Us. Both of us."

She looks at him displeasedly, strangely, surprised.

When he does not respond, but simply abruptly rises from his chair and resolutely walks towards her, crossing a spacious living room with carpets and originals contemporary art on the frozen walls with frost of thousands of unspoken words.

He grabs her frail hand, and her painted eyes really open wide. She lets out a predictable, girlish, shrill cry of surprise as he jerks roughly, lifts her up, shakes her, preventing her neat feet from touching the floor, and then sets her down on the couch.

Now she breathes intermittently through her mouth, from indignation she cannot utter a word, again with a nervous, quick movement of her fingers she removes her bangs and becomes taller than him. She must have always been taller. And it's not all about height...

Her gaze is that of a hunted cat. Predatory. A minute - and she will rush at him and scratch his face with her claws.

Her heart is still beating unthinkably under the dress, skipping blows, her fingers timidly tugging at her slightly lifted skirt.

Sasha unbuttons the cuffs and a couple of buttons at the top.

A funny threat-warning flies from your beloved lips:

"If you lay a finger on me...

- Have I ever hurt you?

Her silent and sharp “yes” cuts her throat, getting stuck in it.

He takes a step towards her, she takes a step back, looking for support from behind with her hands, finding her in the wide back of the sofa.

“Their” song starts to sound from the speakers, the same song from the islands.

The one he sang to her.

This, right, is some kind of evil irony of the shuffle in music center- from an immense playlist, now select this particular song. Or maybe it's just fate, because such coincidences do not happen.

He smiles. Barely noticeable. Remembering what connected them, he can do nothing else.

Do you remember?
(Damn you remember everything...)

Her face is expressionless.

She steps off the soft upholstery and seems to be afraid of him, her eyes asking permission to pass.
"What's wrong with you, Adeline? You don't trust me anymore..."

- Today is Friday. You can't leave.

He touches the smooth line of her jaw, forcing her to look straight into her eyes.

- I gave you a gift that was too expensive... This is all a stupid idea. I'm sorry.

She removes his hand, and the sound of her footsteps is absorbed by the long pile of the carpet.

The speakers weep angrily with soft tenor grief, and this cry spreads throughout the apartment, flowing into it with forgotten warmth and past, unnecessary experiences.

She, too, is barely holding back tears as she hurriedly wraps her scarf around her dark cashmere coat, not immediately getting into her boots.

"not here. not here. not here."

He doesn't even turn around, biting his lip.

(Adeline, you will have time to slip out, swim out, throw yourself ashore and run to the car. You will have time (it is not clear why) to block the doors and then you will be able to cry out loud, resting your forehead on the steering wheel.)

- Am I not worthy of expensive gifts?

He prepares for her deadly bullet not in the back, at point-blank range, appearing on the threshold of an eerily narrow hallway, where every centimeter oozes poisonous feelings. Damn them.

The two of them will die right now from intoxication, overdose or asphyxia. Right now. It doesn't matter what exactly. Their bodies will be found here, on the doormat.

Prosaic. Not solid. But they won't care.

Fucking Romeo and Juliet… Some kind of fairy tale not theirs at all. An uncomfortable tale. Silly fairy tale.

Well, what kind of Romeo is… Shitty Romeo. He has outgrown this role.

Her crazy numerous "no no no" they cut the insides with growing thorn bushes. And she will definitely die from internal bleeding.

And the complex lock treacherously turns, not wanting to let her out on oxygen freedom. She is hungry. Malaise. And all the signs of an imminent death. And despair is multi-colored balloons bursts loudly right in the narrow sternum. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt.
"You hurt me a lot."

She doesn't make it.
She can't handle it.
She bangs her fist and drops her forehead against the glossy metal door and whimpers like a weak, resentful girl.

Sobs like a desperate Juliet, trembling with chilly shoulders in dark cashmere.

She doesn't live up to the helm.
And she is thrown to some other shore ...
With real palm trees, natural coconut milk and blue eyes like the sea itself…

Her ship is running aground.
Her ship is at home.

- My girl...- A strong and persistent palm lays a naughty head on a surprisingly warm, hot chest.

In a trap of air exactly for two. And no more. There is nothing more.

"More" simply does not exist.

She is in a coat.

For some reason, he is shirtless, wearing only trousers. And the woolen fabric of her clothes is like sandpaper on open wounds and exposed nerves.

Sasha wipes away her tears, lightly touching her wet cheeks with her fingertips.

Adeline still does not see clearly, through a veil, and there is practically no suitable light here, but she notices on male hand something incomprehensible, dark. She strains - the spot may be a hematoma or a large bruise.

Sasha catches her interested look and raises his hand, bringing his forearm a little closer, allowing the girl to see more clearly.

On his skin, between the elbow and the wrist, fresh, brilliant paint burns, bizarrely and for life intertwining with the blue of large veins.

Ornate Latin script, with swelling and inflamed redness around, screams her own name. Adelina.

Screams so loudly that she is deaf.

She goes deaf. Temporarily there is only the sound of my own blood in my ears. And the floor under your feet slowly goes somewhere to the left.

Adeline, like a bactericidal plaster, peels off with difficulty and shifts her gaze, looks into Sasha's bottomless eyes, not believing her own.

She gets hot. Stuffy.

From the realization that this is their “forever”, she is ready to fall apart into hundreds of pieces right at this second.

- Two hours on Fridays is too little for me ...

(Now you're always with me)

She reaches out to touch.
She wants to touch. Furiously. And Sasha does not mind and does not even wince in pain, although she is, for sure.

The tips of her fingers carefully follow letter by letter, touching the voluminous inscription, due to swelling, while tracing the contours.

His breathing is out of tune.

Her touch is the best healing remedy. Instant anesthetic.
Fast-acting general anesthesia.

This is their eternity.
This is their own story.

When striking starry night they lie across a wide bed, covered with cool silk of weightless sheets, and her sleepy lips in the pale light of the moon find a piece of Latin, he, through a dream, only quietly exhales “beloved”, kisses Adeline on the temple by touch, and dissolves in her without a trace ...

as in their personal eternity.

The star of Molodezhka explained why it is more difficult for him and Adelina Sotnikova to participate in the project than for other couples.

Olympic champion Adelina Sotnikova and Molodezhka star Alexander Sokolovsky are one of the most interesting couples on the Ice Age 2016 show. The figure skater in one of the interviews stated that her partner could take the highest bar on the project.

According to Alexander Sokolovsky, it is more difficult for their couple than for everyone else, because he is a non-professional, and all the other skaters are guys. They can tell their non-professional partner how and what to do. And Adelina herself learns everything, because pair skating is new to her.

Alexander Sokolovsky admits that he ended up in the project at the very last moment. He was taken literally three weeks before the first broadcast, and everyone else has been training since June. Channel One had to persuade Adelina Sotnikova to take part in the Ice Age show for a long time.

Sokolovsky agreed immediately, although he knew that he would have less time for training than the other participants. The actor simply loves the Ice Age project and has been watching it since the very first season. He watches with interest how people who do not know how to ride learn this and show themselves from a new side.


In Molodezhka, the actor was already on skates, but hockey and figure skates are just heaven and earth. When, after a month and a half of training on figure skates, the actor came to the shooting of Molodezhka and went out on the ice, he realized that he could no longer stand on hockey skates, he even fell several times.

Alexey realized that these two sports are simply impossible to combine and decided not to play hockey until the end of the Ice Age. So now he only does figure skating and nothing else. Colleagues from Molodezhka laugh at him, because he turned from a hockey player into a figure skater.

The actor tries to immerse himself in any of his passions in life, as he had with hockey. He began to read a lot about hockey, watch and study. The same thing happened with figure skating. According to Sokolovsky, he is madly in love with dancing, but has never done it on a professional level. A ice show gave him the opportunity. He could not even think that he would like figure skating so much.


Now Sokolovsky has no idea what he will do in December, when the Ice Age ends. In fact, the actor believes that he and Adelina Sotnikova are great, they have already begun to do what previously seemed simply impossible. Adeline trusts her partner, although he, like her, has never done lifts before in his life.

Sokolovsky and Adelina have developed a trusting relationship, otherwise they would not have succeeded. If you do not trust your partner, then it is better to leave the project immediately.