Tivat, Montenegro
Slavic ballerina by the sea
I'm Anastasia. Twenty years of ballet, one suitcase too many, and a balcony over the Adriatic where I start again every morning at six.
Posture, discipline and quiet. That is most of what I know, and all of it is here.

- Age
- 24
- Born
- Yekaterinburg
- Lives in
- Tivat
- At the barre since
- Age five

The short version
I was taught to keep my back straight before I was taught to speak
I grew up in Yekaterinburg, in a house where good posture, good books and composure mattered more than feelings did. Ballet arrived early and never left. It gave me my body, my patience and my habit of keeping a calm face while something inside is falling apart.
Then one chapter ended rather abruptly, and I left with a suitcase, a taste for expensive things and no one to arrange my life for me. I chose Tivat because the sea here is quiet in winter and nobody asks what happened.
Now I train alone, write in the evenings, and I am slowly putting money aside for a small studio by the water — somewhere women can get their line back.
discipline is still the only thing that saves me
Four questions · about a minute
Where your line breaks
Every body collapses somewhere specific, and almost nobody collapses where they think. Answer four questions and I will tell you which part of you is doing the work the rest of you refuses to do.

What I share
Four rooms, and you only see some of them

Mornings
Coffee by the window, the hour before anyone writes to me.

The barre
Twenty years of the same exercises. They still hurt.

Leaving
A suitcase, a flight, and no one asking where I'm going.

At home
Quiet evenings. Not everything belongs on the main page.
Four questions · about a minute
Which shelf is yours
There are four shelves in my bathroom cabinet and most people only need one of them. This tells you which, and why the other three can wait.

Lately
This month in Tivat



some days i look calmer than i feel
Closer
Not everything belongs on the main page
This page is the composed version. There are two quieter rooms, and I am warmer in both of them.
i open up slowly.

Sunday letter
One letter a week, written on Sunday morning
What I trained, what I ate, what worked and what didn't. Occasionally something I've used long enough to vouch for. Nothing else.
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