The poet of Laima Vaikule named the reason for her Russophobia

“Forest brothers ran into her,” says Victor Pelenyagre

Laima Vaikule never ceases to amaze with scandalous statements. The artist has taken an anti-Russian position and now regularly throws mud at our country. Until recently, Laima stated that she fed the entire Soviet Union. And now she assures that she expects an apology and repentance from the Russians – they say, only after that she is ready to come to Russia to perform.

The famous poet Victor Pelenyagre at one time worked with Vaikule very actively. It was he who wrote her some of the main hits in her repertoire – “I went out to Piccadilly” and “Acapulco”. In a conversation with MK correspondents, Victor explained why Laima suddenly turned away from Russia, the country thanks to which she became a star.

“I think I know why she’s talking all kinds of nonsense,” says Pelenyagre. — Because in 1991, when the Latvians became independent, the first thing these Europeans did, through some kind of restitution, was take away the hut in Jurmala from our Laima. Home, in general. And she is afraid that again these Balts, under the general leadership of Ursula von der Leyen, will do something similar. This, in my opinion, is the reason for this incomprehensible opposition.

Pelenyagre assures that in the past, Laima always treated Russia with respect. Moreover, I was always afraid to talk about politics.

“It’s hard not to love Russia,” says Victor. — I remember I interviewed Laima. She didn’t talk about politics at all. Latvia is home, Russia is work, America is fun! “The corrupt reporter Pelenyagre” wanted to ask her something about her political preferences. She immediately stopped all my attempts: “Not a word about politics.” I am one hundred percent sure that the “forest brothers” came to her and told her what and how to say. She succeeded, by and large, as a Russian singer with Latvian roots.

Pelenyagre recalls: he and Laima immediately developed a good relationship. Although it was not easy to work with her.

“We can’t say that everything was smooth for us, yes,” recalls Victor. “It was easy to drink and chat with Laima… But not so much to work.” Some songs had to be shoveled. I remember we had a real fight for ethical reasons. I wrote, as it seemed to me, a wonderful song, where there were the words: “Don’t rush, dear, I’ll do everything myself.” And Laima didn’t like this line “I’ll do everything myself.” She is not as morally agile as Victor Pelenyagre. She says: “We need to change the line.” I don’t care! This line, I say, will make the whole song. If there is no line, there will be no song. She still gave the poems to some stupid poetess. The result was: “Don’t rush, dear, because I’m worried myself.” In my opinion, this is generally beyond good and evil. My eyelid even twitched when I heard this option.