About Galina


Galina Voskoboeva, born December 18, 1984 in Moscow.

International Master of Sports. Turned pro: 2002. Professional Russian-born Kazakhstani tennis player.


Highest ranking:
Singles : 42 (May 7, 2012)
Doubles : 26 (August 20, 2012)



Welcome to my website.

Don't be surprised to see me as a ballerina because everything began from that… but I'll tell you the story from the beginning

"Once in a bitterly cold Winter, I was born… and there was a severe frost," to paraphrase a poem by Nikolai Nekrasov. I am telling the truth. The frost was minus 27 degrees Celsius! When my mother was pregnant, the doctors predicted she would have a boy and she was quite upset because she really wanted a girl. Only my great grandmother Galina, a doctor, tried to console her by saying that she would have a girl.

My mother said that if it happened, she would name the girl after her, Galina. As it turned out, Galina passed on her wisdom to me until I was 21. When my mother gave birth, grandmother Olya called the hospital and, as happens in the Caucasian joke, “the husband was waiting outside the hospital, next to the maternity ward, and the nurse was looking out of the window:

Husband: 'Did she give birth?'

Nurse: 'Yes'.

Husband: 'Who, the boy?'

Nurse: 'No.'

Husband: 'Who else?'

Grandmother Olya asked the same question and could not believe the answer.

From early childhood I never sat in one place for long. First I was sent to the ballet. I diligently studied ballet, but my mother eventually decided that her child needed a more rounded development, so she sent me to synchronized swimming and tennis. If this had not happened, my fans would not need to run all around the world and watch my tennis matches in exhausting heat and penetrating cold. They could instead go comfortably to see my performances in the Bolshoi Theater… (just kidding).

In reality, ballet for the girls is wonderful. It gives them a nice posture, grace, and femininity… until they dance professionally. Professional dancers go through hell and work harder possibly than at tennis. Although, when I managed to buckle my tutu at the photo session, I was very proud.

Then I ended up in synchronized swimming and tennis. My mother, who was a swim coach, started teaching me to swim when I was three weeks old. I could swim before I could walk. When I was two and a half, I could swim independently in the sea and liked to do solo performances that embarrassed my parents terribly. It's funny now to think about, but at the time it was very entertaining.

While my parents lay peacefully on lounge chairs, I would swim far out, make wild splashes, and yell that I was drowning. Of course, brave men would swim to help me and then tow "unfortunate" me to shore. The proud savior would take me out of the water, as people on the beach cheered, and give me to my parents. Everyone was so happy… except my parents, of course. They would severely reprimand me, and in a few hours I would do it again.

My mother was persuaded by other coaches to send me to synchronized swimming because they thought I was talented enough to become a champion. But by that time my mother was very happy with my progress in tennis. With synchronized swimming, you need to specialize early and practice every day, but they made an exception for me and allowed me to go one day to tennis and the next day to swimming. I was pretty good at both, but then I had to choose only one. It was a difficult choice, but I decided to go with tennis.

But my journey was not easy. In the beginning, no one in my family was really connected to tennis or wanted to see me become a professional, and they did not know anyone in the tennis world. I was also a slow learner and many times the trainers said to my mother, "She is behind other children of her age." But time showed that it was not important, because at the end of junior tennis and the beginning of professional tennis everything changes. It took my game a long time to mature, but I eventually caught up.

Tennis takes a tremendous amount of my time, but there are other things I love. For example, I like almost all sports—as long as I can participate in them. If I am a spectator only, I prefer artistic gymnastics or ice-dance figure skating. Otherwise I don't really watch sports. I love everything creative: ballet, opera, theater, exhibitions, concerts, fashion shows, and dance. Unfortunately, I don't have enough time for all these things I love. I also love animals, especially cats. I dream one day to have a cat and a dog. But as a traveling professional athlete, they are an impossible luxury. I also love beautiful clothes of completely different styles and with flair.

Since 2008, I have played for Kazakhstan. It is a remarkable country and it is with pleasure that I play under its flag. I would like to see tennis gain broader exposure throughout Kazakhstan and for the country to take more pride in the results.


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People with a sense of humor




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Galina Likes

Movies: Meet Joe Black, The Last Don, Ivan Vasilievich Changes Profession

Book: Bible

Singer: Bryan Adams, Igor Krutoy, Russian chanson

Singer: Whitney Houston, Tamara Gverdtsiteli, Zara, Valeriya

Car: Bentley

Food: Raw steak, caviar, Grandma's fried potatoes and ice cream

Colors: Red, white

Flowers: Lilies

Animals: Domestic and wild cats, monkeys

Vacation: On the beach

Likes: Dancing, anecdotes, parables, rain, people with a sense of humor

Dislikes: Boring, hypocrite and greedy peoples


"I have learned that a man only has the right to look down on another man when it is to help him to stand up". - Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Trust is like a paper, once it’s crumbled it can’t be perfect.

God said, "Fear the tears hurt you, man, because he would ask me for help and I'll help."

"The love is like swimming, you have to immerse your head, if you can't, don't go into the water!" - Sergei Yesenin.

"When it's hard, I always remind myself of that when I give up - but will not." - Mike Tyson.

Do not judge another for what he sins not like you.

Her Career


Australian Open 2007 and French Open 2008 quarterfinalist in doubles.



Career Highlights


WTA - Finalist (Seoul 2011).

ITF - Winner (2003 Mont De Marsan, 2006 Cuneo, 2011 Casablanca), finalist (2003 Tipton, 2003 Latina, 2005 Pittsburgh, PA).


WTA - Winner (2011 Kuala Lumpur w/D. Safina, 2011 Estoril w/A. Kleybanova, 2011 Brussels w/A. Hlavackova, 2013 Memphis w/K. Mladenovic), finalist (2005 Tashkent w/An. Rodionova, 2006 Moscow w/I. Benesova, 2007 Gold Coast w/I. Benesova, 2011 Baku w/M. Niculescu, 2011 Seoul w/V. Dushevina, 2011 Moscow w/An. Rodionova, 2012 Estoril w/Y. Shvedova), quarter finals (2007 Australian Open w/A. Harkleroad, 2008 French Open w/A. Harkleroad).

ITF - Winner (2001 Bucharest w/Y. Fedak, 2002 Sofia w/V. Dushevina, 2003 Hull w/I. Bulykina, 2003 Cagnes sur Mer w/V. Dushevina, 2004 Dinan w/D. Jurak, 2005 Dothan w/C. Gullickson, 2005 Cuneo w/M. Koryttseva, 2005 Saint Raphael w/M. Koryttseva, 2008 Athens w/S. Cirstea, 2011 Astana w/V. Diatchenko).

Mixed Doubles:

2012 French Open semifinalist w/D. Bracciali.


2009-2013 Kazakhstan national team player in Fed Cup, 2012 Kazakh Olympic Team.

2013 Winner of the Heart Award.





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Hello my dear friends!

It smells like food, and the light is shining in my eyes. I open my eyes. So where am I? I see the flight attendants. Exactly, I am already in the plane! I am flying home from Australia. My neighbor is smiling to me: “We were trying to wake you up, but did not manage. Would you like to eat?”

I was very hungry, but the sleep was stronger. Even though the first half of the journey (9 hours) and almost all the time while waiting at the airport (8 more hours) I was asleep. It was lucky that at the Guangzhou airport, where I switched the flights, there was a room for rest with a full bed. Probably I still cannot quite recover from my latest matches in Melbourne, because usually I do not sleep so much. But I wanted to write a blog post! If I do not do it now, then later I would not have any time! It motivated me to wake and start acting.

Last season was good and not good. There were heights and falls, bitter defeats and beautiful triumphs! Not bad in general, but not consistent. Analyzing the situation, I conclude again that everything depends on the training process and a good coach. A coach! No, a good coach in women’s tennis is difficult to find this days. You can literally count them on one hand.

Usually the situation is as follows:

One: A good coach trained the top players and now does not want to travel, because he wants to spend some time with his family and kids.

Two: A coach is willing to travel, but you know he cannot help you much.

Three: A young coach is full of energy and enthusiasm, but does not have any experience with professional players. He is good for beginners, since they both have time for the trials and mistakes. They both will gain the experience.

Four: Sometimes a coach is good but is not right for you. Since you might have different approaches to the game.

Five: The rare case, when the coach is not right for someone else, but perfect for you.

As you see the question is not an easy one. You can see it just by observing how often players change their coaches.

Last year I faced the question: where to prepare for the next season? I really wanted to stay home since I cannot be there often. But even more, I wanted to be well prepared, since good preparation is the main constituent of a successful first part of the season. It is why again I have chosen Florida. For tennis it is one of the most ideal places.

I took the question of vacation seriously. From one point of view vacation is vacation, why to complicate it. But it is not true. After many years spent in professional tours/tournaments you understand that crazy pressure and a tough schedule causes tiredness which accumulates. It resembles a lack of sleep. If you do not sleep one night and try to compensate the next night, you catch up. If you do not catch up on sleep right away, it will take much longer to recover. The same in tennis. I took my vacation as a project with the aim of complete recovery and preparation for more activity. I sat and jotted down my plan: stuff to do, medical check ups (it is absolutely necessary at the end of the year. Never ignore this question! Our body is our car, it should run well!), cultural activities, and socializing with friends. But it is still not a vacation. For me the essential part is the beach and passive relaxation. The body and muscles have to relax and what can be better than the salt water? But the right order is necessary. You cannot first go to the sea, return and complete all you business stuff. All your efforts to rest will be lost. This time I have decided to go on vacation to Mexico and not by chance. It is near Miami, which means before the beginning of training I will have time to adjust to the climate.

It seems that every year I pay more attention to the details. It is true. I consider that on the professional level there are no details. Every little thing means a lot.

After talking to my American coach (the first time I have worked with him a week before the US Open, I played pretty well there and have decided to come to him for preparation for the season). I got the task to do some physical exercises. I am responsible and committed; if I have to I will do it. Every day at 5:30 in the morning (because of the time difference I got up very early) I was at the beach jogging on the sand. I have a high threshold of pain. It means that not until something “falls out” will I say that it hurts. It happened this time. On the fifth or sixth day of my running I felt a little pain in my knee. First of all for me “hurts a little” is not an argument. The sportsman always feels a little pain or a lot of pain. And if you always pay attention to it, you will never make it to the tennis court.

So it is why first I have not paid any attention to it. But at the end of my long run that day when I felt my knee really hurt, I thought that something was wrong. But what could be wrong? I am just jogging. Probably I just was not exercising for a while. But in the evening I could not walk downstairs because of the pain. I took some painkillers, which I always carry with me.

In the morning in spite of the discomfort I went to the gym. I thought to ease my task and instead of running on sand go to the treadmill, but even then I felt a strong pain. I switched to the bike, but still felt a pain. I went to the ellipse, then I could not feel the pain so much. So the remaining days I was exercising there. When I arrived in Florida and started practicing I realized that it hurt too much! The first day when we started on a light schedule, my knee was hurting but not too bad. At the end of the second day I could not step on my foot! What shall I do? I went to see the doctors and had a MRI. The result? Elongation and swelling. I was told not to play for a week. But how can I? I would not have time to get ready! Minus a whole week! I was very upset… since I wanted to get ready for the beginning of training, but it did not work. Later, fitness and tennis trainers told me that I should not have run every day on the sand. It is alright on wet sand but never on dry. I did not know. This is true – you learn as long as you live.

I had treatments every day, and thank God I was well soon. But by that time my hands were bleeding from blisters. What bad luck! Blisters on hands are quite common after an interval. It is a sort of a payment for the vacation. But in general the preparation went pretty well. The season in Australia also was successful, in spite of losing to Casey Dellacqua (the match was still very good). Then Kristina and I were playing doubles final! Because of the doubles match in Brisbane I was late to singles in Sydney, I played only doubles. Then Melbourne… no one could have predicted such a terrible heat. When we first arrived it was rather chilly. But there are some legends about the weather in Melbourne. It can change in a blink of an eye! I had enough days to get prepared. One unfortunate thing which happened was that a few days before the tournament I fell during practice. As a law of unintended consequences, it happened right at the end of the last point. In the morning of the next day my right hand was hurting! I was told that I had strained something when I fell. I was given painkillers again, which I had to take during the whole tournament!

But the worst thing was the terrible heat, which lasted from the second to the fifth day. The conditions were almost inhumane! During the first match the ballboy kept forgetting to bring me the towel with ice during the changeover. I had to keep reminding him, losing precious time. Once there was a brief and funny dialog which made me laugh. Imagine, it is +42-43 C in the shade during the third set. We are exhausted from the heat and cannot wait for the changeover to get the towel with some ice. The ballboy is day dreaming without noticing my suffering. I addressed him: “Please get me a towel with some ice!” But he is so slow… I am getting irritated: “When you bring the towel I will not have time left to use it!” And I hear the chair umpire who was listening me: “The time is already over.”

It was a very hard day. One player, two ballboys, and four judges on the line fainted. But what happened at the next match with Suarez Navarro is the nightmare. The temperature went up to +45 C in the shade! I even do not want to think about what was going on on the court. You are feeling as if you are in a sauna and the court is like a hot frying pan. Even through tennis shoes you feel the burning heat. To tell the truth, I do not know I could I bear the match for 3 hours and 10 minutes. I also had a good chance to win. It seems to me that in these circumstances some reserve powers of the human organism turn on. You walk and do not understand if you can continue playing, or if the next step will be the last.

I have never felt so terrible as after that match. I got sunstroke. I felt chills during the last games. The temperature is +50 C outside and I am shaking feeling cold! After the last game, for four hours I could not get up. I had a headache, chills, and upset stomach. I was taken for doping control, where my almost breathless body spent a few hours in one of the rooms before I could do anything.

In the evening I was exhausted. I wanted to fall asleep but could not. As often happens from tiredness I could not fall asleep till 3 a.m. And at 6:40 I was awake. The next day I was scheduled to play doubles! I do not know why they were in such a hurry, since some teams by that time had not finished playing even the first round.

It was the end of my tournament in Melbourne. And now as you know I am on the way home. I have not been there for quite a while, and miss my family. But I have only a few days. Then the tournament in Paris! And after that the Federation Cup in Astana.




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